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Corosi-of-Several-Hours-Ago was a really bad date. They didn't get me dinner. They didn't wear a condom. They didn't even leave a glass of water on the nightstand after fucking me into the bedsprings!

And now here I am, sitting in bed, almost two thirds of my weight in my egg laden abdomen, starving and dehydrated but... The heatrut isn't melting through my chitin anymore, so I think this may count as a win.

The throbbing, pulsing pain going through my head all the way out to the tips of my antennas, bobbing in front of my eyes. I need to eat something.

It takes a few minutes of struggling and wobbliness to get my legs firmly under myself, and peel my chitin from the sheets... I'm going to have to clean those, maybe take a shower too...

But not until after I've eaten a buffet and drink a kiddy pool (preferbaly one no kiddies have been in yet, but at this point i might not be so picky...)

Keeping a hand pressed against the wall i drag myself to the kitchen and look for anything immediately edible...

A thing of ribs and a jar of honey. Apparently the only edible things in the house... No wonder feral mantids eat their partners. Lucky little bitches.

Corosi of roughly a week and a half ago is either a genius, a moron, or more likely: a bit of both.

Hiding how heavy my abdomen's been getting hasn't been easy, and how much bigger my lunches have gotten has been drawing attention. Thankfully it seems they just think I'm getting fat. Except for Daryl. Every time anyone gains any weight he makes jokes about them being pregnant, and ever since it turned out Carl actually *was* pregnant he started taking the accusations seriously!

Every day i come in first thing i have to do is fix his computer. He somehow manages to get something unplughed or another virus or. Something wrong with it before leaving that he doesn't let anyone know about until the next day. I don't even know how he gets the viruses, he doesnt even look at porn while here.

My antipathy for him isn't helped by the fact that he's definitely on the nip, and with how bad his sales are it's safe to assume he only keeps his job cus he can take the boss's knot down his throat.

"Hey Corosi! Whose the daddy, one of those beetles, or the ant from accounting?" Fucking Daryl. My mandibles chatter together before i can get my response out

"Cthtckkchthck You make that joke every morning."

"And you keep getting bigger!" I hate that smug cat grin "Maybe it was all three, eh? Eh?"

I start to walk away when "Oh hey Corosi, my mouse isn't working so i can't log on!"

It takes less than three seconds of moving the mouse around before the fucking cable falls down. "It isn't plugged in. You can do that"

"You should do it Corosi, you're in I.T.!"

"Cthtckcktck Daryl. My anatomy makes it more difficult for me to maneuver in that -"

"Oh you think your water'd brea-"

I grab him by his smug cat face and, somehow, his pupils actually get wider. Almost like sideways ovals. "Are you familiar with the fact that my kind frequently hunt and kill things as large as ourselves, often times with considerably greater weight?" He nods dumbly. I let go of his mouth and say "keep that in mind"

"Are you... Threatening me, Corosi?"

"No, Daryl. I am simply reminding you cthtckckttck you're five foot four and wouldn't weigh one thirty soaked in wet cement."

Oh no.

Oh no.

After sprinting to the bathroom and throwing a stall open I. Lose. My breakfast into the toilet.

"Great. Can't even keep down something as simple as mealworms anymore."

"Are you actually...?" *Daryl*

I swing around, grab him by his tie and throw him into the stall.

Im in threat posture, my tibial spines tearing and cutting through the cheap plastic of the stall and I can't think of anything to bribe him with i just gotta say something say *anything* I gotta "chtckckttckcktchchtcktchk-"

"That's pretty hot"

Fucking hormones. I spin the slutty cat around and tear his belt off, fashioning it like a leash through that slutty curulean collar and around the waterpipe (cheap ass company, it's almost as bad as a truck stop bathroom, just better cleaning)

"I keep fucking my computer up cus i know you'll show up to f-" i bundle up part of his tie and shove it in his mouth like a ball gag. Really not in a talking mood right now.

I rip his pants off and his spiny erection springs out of his tight little sheath, that spine covered spike of pink flesh already leaking pre and twitching, his slutty tail already raised up for me.

Fucking hormones.

My slick turquoise cock squirms its way out, already leaking a thick river of preseed onto the linoleum. I slowly push forward, rubbing against his taint and pushing past his tight little nuts. Even going past his hips my tentacular dick is bigger than his, wrapping around that barbed point.

I take his left ear into my mouthparts and pull back, stretching the thin membrane of skin and cartilage to its limit as i pull my cock back and let my tip probe into that tight little hole of his. (I really shouldn't eat fur, it always plays hell with my stomach but I need to keep my mouthparts preoccupied)

I force my cock deep in to him, his experience and my own leakiness making it work, "rrrwwl" he lets out a yowl of pleasure as my thick rod hammers into his prostate, already letting out a long squirt of pre against the wall. I start chewing on that strip of flesh in my mouth, possesively raking my tibial spines through his chest fluff, leaving thin cuts across his chest and hearing the drip drip drip of blood on tile.

He lets out a needy yowl and I begrudgingly start circling my chitinous fingers around the tip of his cock, thrusting myself deeper into him, harder and faster.

I chew harder on his ear, tasting the thick irony taste of mammalian blood, the thin membrane mostly torn through excepting the very eges of the ear and the ragged base.

God fuck hormones. I'm so fucking sensitive and needy. Im squirting gouts of thick slimy pre into his bowels and I can feel the pulses through his stomach, along with the flutter of his heart and the ssqquuueeeeze of his bowels

Its hardly any time at all and I'm already pouring my cum into him, but he's spurting his own petty load between my fingers even as i feel his stomach begin to paunch from the load of molasses thick cum filling his guts, and for a second I think it might even start to come out his mouth, before it starts spraying from between my cock and his tight walls.

I rip off the bits of his ear ive been chewing on and swallow them (he tastes really good, must have a good diet) and pant for a few seconds, flitting my tongue out to lick at his ear before halfheartedly pulling the gag from his mouth.

"C-can we... Make this a... Regular thing?"

"You slutty cat. Hope you don't mind the ear..."

"It's pretty fucking hot."

"Cthtcktckchtck... If you promise to keep quiet about my. Situation, i might let you take a shot at my pussy with that shortspear of-"

I can't even finish the offer before he shouts out "YES! My lips are sealed!"

I move to undo the belt collar but he pushes my hands away from it "nah nah nah... Leave me here for a while..."

I unravel his tie, then push him forward against the pipe "guh" and quickly tie his wrists up to it and pat him on the ass.

I carve "cat toy: slightly used" into the front of the stall door before going to the sinks.

I wash my hands and begin to wash blood out of my mouth when Jackson, a particularly rugged wolf walks in. And blocks the door.

"So. Corosi. Damage of company property, cannibalism, sex on the clock. What do you think you can do for me to keep quiet? And don't just offer me the cat, i plan on using him already."

"Cthtckcktck" fucking bastard.

"And then there's the whole "pregnant" thing you haven't reported yet. They can't fire you for that but I'm sure it'll-"

"Y'know, last time i checked your computer there was thirty-two gigabytes of porn downloaded onto it, and another fifty on a company flashdrive left plugged in."

His tail stops wagging for a second before it starts up again "that's just a slap on the wrist, yours is-" I don't bother letting him finnish before i say "and there were a few home videos too, got to admit you have good taste, painted wolves are really hot," his tail is stock still again "and you got a really good view of you knotting her. So nice i actually made a copy of it, but there is one problem... I thought your wife was a timber wolf?" And now his ears are pinned to the back of his head. He gives me a shallow nod and gets out of my way, and as i pass by him I give a nod and simply say "I win" (and don't ruin it with a stutter)

There is a considerably higher level of bathroom use today than most days. A lot more return trips, too. Almost like there's something interesting going on in there. Now i wonder what that could be.

And oddly enough, my stomach is more settled than it has been in almost a week.

I shove the cat's muzzle into my aching needy twat during one of my breaks and look at the mess our coworkers have made of him. More scratches, a few bruises. Someone started writing on his ass cheeks (in what looks like permanent marker, not the fur-friendly kink stuff) and with how needy he is its pretty clear most of them didn't bother helping him nut when they dumped theirs in his colon. The cum and blood on the floor makes for good lube when i start squeezing and rubbing on his cock with my foot, wrapping my toes around his little spike and going up and down so very slowly. I feel something hard near the base but he starts squirting over my leg and yowling in my pussy, leading to my second orgasm of the day, painting his chest white (to go with the red) and matting his eyes shut with my thick feminine slime. Cleanup is more. Complicated this time. The boss sees me with my leg in the sink but doesn't say anything. He looks into the stall Daryl is in, but just shakes his head before going to a different stall, and i could swear I heard him say something under his breath

At lunch time i go in and untie Daryl, help the sore cat get dressed and presentable (easier said than done). As we walk down to the break room together i point at his inflated, cum stuffed stomach and say "So, whose the daddy?"

He laughs for a solid four minutes, leaned over and with tears in his eyes "it... Cthtckcktckchtck... It wasn't *that* funny..."

Corosi-of-Almost-Three-Weeks-Ago's plan has not been working out very well.

I had to call off work today, and start my maternity leave. I'd planned on starting it tomorrow so I'd have the full week for recovery, but my abdomen was so heavy I couldn't even get out of bed in time for my. Morning sickness. Had to just open the nightstand and hope nothing important was in that drawer.

Most of my friends have something (mostly poor excuses, like being hundreds of miles away, or having broken limbs, or tickets to see a play) keeping them from showing up. I don't seem to have much choice.

Daryl responds to the email in four minutes. It took me longer than that to type it up on my phone.

Considering he apparently got here from the office in less than 15 minutes from responding to my email, but. The drive from here to the office is 25 minutes, without traffic. Hmmm.

I get a ding from the phone, Daryl texting me that he's here but the door is locked. I respond quickly, asking if he sees the rock by the door with my last name on it.

He responds with a questioning affirmative. I. Thought that would have made things clear. I text him, telling him to break the window with it, and let out a rumbly raspy chuckle when he responds as gullibly as expected. Then let him know there's a key hidden in the bottom of it, before actually goes through with it.

He enters my room, looking extremely disheveled, like he rolled around and got his fur all messed up before getting here, or hadn't done any grooming before getting in the car.

"So you needed help? Do i need to like." At this point I notice his tail thrashing behind him and his eyes moving around in a frenzy "Do i need to like, boil water or?"

"Im not laying yet, fuzzball. I just can't move quick enough to do. Anything, really."

He blinks at me a few times "Oh. Okay. What do you need me to do? Laundry, bring you breakfast?"

I nod and pull the puke drawer out of the nightstand

"You could start by cleaning this out, and coming back with a bucket and a glass of water"

He scrunches up his nose and his ears pull back "Eeewww. That's pretty gross"

My mandibles chitter together a bit before i can respond to that "so are kids and im full of those, and you still want to stick your dick in me."

"Those. Really aren't the same."

I lean my had back for a moment and groan. "I. Know but." Another chittery jittery-ness "I could really use your help right now, Daryl."

He gives me a long look. Before

"Where's the bucket?"

Thank god. "Down the hall on the right, just across from the bathroom." He starts to turn away, drawer in one hand (notably trying to keep it at a bit of a distance) "and Daryl... Thank you. For being here."

It takes a while for him to come back into my room, but things work out fairly well. He's actually pretty attentive, all things considered.

He refused to bring me any raw meat, or to even open any of the containers of bugs (pansy). But he did cook for me (i was a bit surprised the stove worked, I've never actually used it before)

He made me something called a "hamburger" which. Isn't made of pig. He asked me about toppings and looked disgusted when i suggested honey. Crickets too, but that was just to mess with him.

"So? How is it?"

I chew and rip through the odd meat shape. "It is. Odd. Not bad, but odd. There's no blood."

"I don't do medium rare or any of that."

It goes on like that, him just. Being helpful. He cooks about half of the meat in my freezer and what little was left in the fridge. (I'm going to need all that energy when i lay tonight or some time these next few days.)

Eventually i just have to ask him "That day in the bathroom at work. What did leo say when he walked by the stall you were in?"

The smile on his face drops and so do his eyes. Perhaps that was a question i shouldn't have asked.

"He called me a. ..."

"Cthtckck You don't-"

"He called me a worthless slut."

I stare at him for a moment, presumably blankly, before i say "I've called you a worthless slut like. Eighteen times and you've never seemed hurt by it."

He rolls his eyes in that "what I'm about to say is obvious" way people who have no idea what is and isn't obvious always do

"You say things like that when you're angry or frustrated, or when you just want to hurt someone. He said it because he thought it was true."

"Cthtchkckctck... Daryl. He can't really think that, if he did he wouldnt have you in his office every other week. He's probably just mad you haven't sucked his dick in a while."

His tail starts thrashing from side to side again.

"Corosi. He doesn't even have a dick." Wait what? "He's trans. And me and him. Don't have that... Kind of. Relationship."

After a few minutes of taking all that in "Then how do you still have a job? I don't mean to be rude but. You're clearly stoned basically every day you come in and your sales have been shit since way before I got hired."

"He can't fire me, lets just. Leave it at that, for now, okay Corosi?"

I slowly nod to him. I owe him, and can't really afford to push him on this right now.

We spend some time in companionable silence, not the awkward sort, the kind you don't want to break for risk of ruining the moment.

But all things end eventually, and I do owe him...

"Come here, Daryl."

"Yeah? What do you-"

He stops talking when I pull him in by his belt and start to undo it. He reaches for my hands, likely trying to stop me for some reason

"Corosi, you don't have to do that."

I nod "I choose to do many things that aren't strictly neccesary. Beyond that I pay my debts, and i owe you a good deal." It takes a lot of effort to keep from chittery stuttering "also my hormones are eating away at me right now so just hold still and lets fuck already"

I pull his pants down and his dick is already getting hard and peaking from his sheath.

I open my mouthparts wide and let my tongue swirl around the salty spire, I attempt to thrust it down into his sheath but. Hit something hard first. I lean my face down and look more closely and find theres some sort of. Hard pink plastic just in his sheath. Some sort of. Cock ring? Glancing down there's something similliar around his nutsack too

"What are these?" I ask as I tap one finger against the one around his cock and the other hidden in the fur of his balls.

He blushes and turns his eyes away from me "That's uh. Its a sort of chastity device, to keep virility down, keep me from getting all the way hard..."

"Do you enjoy having them on?"

"No, not really."

"Then lets take them off"

He shakes his head and puts one of his hands behind it "I don't know, Corosi, I. Really don't want to have any more kids, y'know?"

I look at him, then look back and stretch an arm out to pat my bloated abdomen

"I know that twoparters sometimes get kids from multiple daddies and all but. Im going to lay real soon, within a day or two, I have a feeling it'll be fine, and with your first load going down my throat anyway."

He moves his eyes around quickly, almost like in a panic.

Before finally reaching down into his pants and getting out his phone. He does something on it and with a *pff* the chastity device(s?) Fall away, and almost instantly his dick spears forward several more inches, to a length worth respect. His balls also fill out a bit more, but it'll probably take more time for those to get to their full glory.

I start by nuzzling my face against his dick, flitting my tongue out to spread some of my saliva and his own pre around his spike covered rod.

I take his cock into my mouth and squeeze ever so gently, careful not to apply too much pressure or cut his dick. Then I slide my tongue out and into his urethra, probing and sliding down through the length of his cock, drinking the pre straight from the tap.

Applying pressure on the outside and my questing tongue rumbling around on the inside it doesn't take long for Daryl to pop, grabbing the back of my head and shoving his barbed dick into the flesh of my throat, spreading my mandibles wide, his spines scratching against the sensitive flesh of my throat, my tongue forced all the way through his spire to the balls, I get to feel the pulse of his dick around my tongue and the spines on it pulse outwards in a wave as his cum flies from his balls through his dick and down my throat (I probably wouldn't be able to taste it, if my tongue weren't shoved down his urethra)

As my tongue pushes out against the skin of his sack in its exploration he moans out loudly, a few more quick shots of his sperm going down my gullet before he slowly starts to pull out of my throat, his dick coming out pink, white, and turquoise.

He pants a bit more, holding his weight up with his hands on my shoulders "You're blue on the inside and pink on the outside. Wonder how I missed that before." He chuckles a bit at that. Lets be kind and call it an observation. "Sorry if I gave you a sore throat. Cat dicks can be a bit, uh. Rough."

I swallow the load of cum and blood down and cough a bit "this is nothing. One of my sisters tried talking a bull before we were even fully mature, cracked the chitin of her protothorax, almost killed her. A few scrapes and cuts aren't anything compared to that mess.

"Wow. You can talk fine with the injuries in there?"

I give him what I hope comes off as a blank stare (considerably harder to do without eyebrows or lids. Vertebrates get all the easy shit, and don't bother learning anyone elses.) "You don't know how my species talks. Go to the other end before I bite you, or something."

Im not sure if he moves slowly or quickly, in relation to how much i meant the threat.

He starts out quickly, licking his tongue... Against the wrong hole.

I let out a chirp and yell back at him "Oi! Thats my ovipositor your tonguing, go a bit lower!"

He gives me an empty look with his tongue still out, then says "what, don't want me stretching it out for you or making su-"

"IF YOU FUCK UP MY OVI WHEN I'M LAYING IN THE NEXT 48 HOURS, I'LL EAT YOU ALIVE!"

His ears go back and his eyes go down, before muttering "sorry, I wasn't thinking about that" under his breath.

"Sorry I just. Hormones and all you know? Before and while laying em is basically the only time we have maternal instincts and shit, so they've gotta be strong, just." I chitter, trying to get the words out. "Just go a bit lower, alright? I've never done anything with my ovi before and. Now isn't really the time to experiment with it.

He, gingerly and with more caution than I'd like, moves lower on the end of my abdomen and starts eating out my aqua pussy, starting with slow and long licks through my folds, getting nice and deep.

But i want something... More.

"Come oooooonnnn~ stop acting like a pussy cat and fuck me already!"

Are my hormones making me moody? I thought that was a mammal-

I let out a chirp as he thrusts his barb covered tool into me to the sheath in one quick thrust, tearing shallow cuts into my flesh and blowing my train of thought into sexy adrenaline, dopamine, and oxytocin.

He starts thrusting into me hard and fast like a jackhammer, his jagged dicks only saving grace being my own thick feminine liquids and the coating of fluids on his dick.

I let out a deep, thrummy moan through my room, my face in the pillows with a pool of drool forming under my mandibles.

He grabs and gropes at my abdomen, leaving thin scratch marks along my chitin as he starts pounding and fucking me into the bed, leaving me a moaning sweaty mess, my cock sliding from its hidden position, leaking its own thick pre, leaving streaks of thick white slime along the underside of my abdomen and sheets, as I hump backwards into his thrusts and forwards into the bed, fucking the sheets and getting fucked in turn by his tower of exhilarating pain and pleasure.

I don't know how long this cycle of fuck and be fucked, dick and be dicked goes on, only that my blankets and sheets are stained blueish green and white from the various fluids leaking and pouring out of me, my sensitive lips wrecked and fucked open, pouring a waterfall of mantid blood, my fem cum and his cat spunk.

I wake up a few hours later, with fresh sheets and a tin of bone broth soup on the nightstand, with a note explaining his own absence (apparently he had tickets to pay, I can guess what for) and wishing me luck in my.

In my motherly duties.

Fucking sap.

I slurp up the delicious soup and get some proper sleep, stomach filled with multiple sources of warmth. Im probably

Going to

Yyyyyaaaaaaawwwwnnnn

Need the energy tomorrow.

Fuck Corosi-of-Almost-Exactly-Three-Weeks-Ago. My bloated and heavy abdomen is making it all but impossible to get around, dragging the sensitive egg packed section of my body on the ground, leaking thick pools of arousal around behind myself, the pheremonal scent almost as thick as it was when I was in heatrut...

Im lucky I have tiled flooring, rather than living out in a yurt or treehouse, rocks and splinters aren't as big a problem as for those without exoskeletons, but with a needy tentacle cock or probing ovipositor...

I could feel the eggs shifting and rocking inside of my abdomen, rubbing through the taught turquoise flesh all the way through to the exoskeleton. All I have to do is make it to the bathroom and get my ovipositor pointed towards the tub and things should probably be mostly fine. Probably.

My dick rubs against the ground as I trudge my way through the house (really glad I didn't let that decorator convince me on carpetting)

Gods, why're these halls so long? I can feel my ovipositor squirming and groping out, taking all the stress and pressure I can muster to keep from laying here in the hallway right now, eggs and juices pulsing inside of me, just begging to be let out already

After almost 8 minutes I manage to get through the doorway, and needless to say getting my abdomen pointed into the tub is particularly difficult while being mindful of the life within.

And then I let go.

With a thick rush like boiling molases birthing fluids and ootheca rushes out of my ovipositor, making the bottom of the tub a slick foamy bed, but the flow is blocked by the first huge egg pushing through my poor ovi. The massive soda-can sized egg pushes through me before falling into the organic nest below followed by another splash of ooth, stopped by another egg and another behind it, a rhythm forming quickly as my previously unused ovi stretches and gets used to the flow of eggs and foamy fluids, my stretched abdomen struggling to release its burdensome cargo, my cock and pussy spraying their own thick fluids, the sensations almost too much for me.First I lay five eggs, then ten, then thirty, the orgasms milking more of both types of cum from me, my face pressed against a cabinet chewing on the handle to keep from screaming my mind fuzzing pleasure (and getting *another* noise sitation) through the building. My abdomen is shaking like a leaf, sweat poring from every section of chitin on my body, egg after egg, a thick layer of seed and femcum coating my thorax, the side of the tub, most of the floor, and I still feel so full...

I lose track of time, my mind lost between the shuddering orgasms, the rhythmic laying, ever growing pool of sweat and sexual fluids, only surpassed by the seemingly endless cache of eggs being deposited into the self-made nest.

My muscles are sore. In my legs, on my abdomen, especially in my ovipositor, my laying slowing down as the. Edges of my. Vision foggy?

I wake up with my mouthparts in a pool of cum sweat and spit, the thick salty tastes filling my mouth. Im still sore and exhausted, but looking behind me i see my abdomen isn't even halfway emptied yet... This is going to take a while.

It goes on like that for. Hours, presumably. Ive never been all that good with time. But ive done it, im drenched in sweat, my face and arms and. Basically everything but my ovipositor is caked in cum from one organ or the other, and my whole body is as sore as a cat boxer that went ten rounds with a dragon. But its *finally* done. I passed out three, maybe four times.

I'm exhausted, sweaty, and. A parent. I'm gonna have to clean up this mess. Call that doctor to set an appointment for the eggs to be picked up. Maybe take a shower first, so I'm at least vaguely presentable, gives the ootheca more time. To. ... Ah fuck.