Sennath's Endeavour
When Sennath discovers that she produces valuable eggs, she wonders if she can improve her quality of production.
A sequal to Sennath's Mistake: https://sofurry.com/s/m0KKOgqe
"Nooo... don't go. I'll be lonely," said Sennath drowsily.
Renaar, a red-scaled kobold, hiss-laughed at this a little, pushing himself upright from where he'd been sleeping atop his lengthy mate, feeling a few of her hands fall away from his scaled back. He sniffed the air, the little triangular room was dense with the odor of sex, and he leaned forward to lick her snout gently a few times.
"It's almost afternoon, we can't stay here forever."
Her eyes were still closed. He looked at the streamlined, blue-scaled face of his mate, her horns curling behind her head, and grinned a little. She wasn't the traditional sort of kobold cute, not anymore, not since an accident made her half-behir. She was still Sennath though, and he'd quickly grown used to the changes. He found her more predatory features very attractive.
He'd been sheath-deep in her front vagina for at least a couple hours now, while they dozed. She squeezed him internally, trying unsuccessfully to keep him there, and he saw his mate's six arms shudder as she felt him withdraw from her sensitive tunnel.
Sennath moaned with pleasure as he exited her, as she always did in this situation. Apparently having a thick cock inside you for hours feels amazing when it finally retreats. Her eyes opened, a grin spreading across her muzzle.
"I think it's almost ready," she said.
"The egg?"
"I can feel it, I think it shifted while were were asleep. I can feel the shell now, it's coarser than before."
"So this might've worked," said Renaar with some wonderment.
"The science said it should," said Sennath, a little defensive.
Renaar slid back a little, settling his weight on the belly of his mate's lower torso, between her two pairs of legs. He ran his hands down her scaled front, grasping her fifth and sixth hands. He raised them up as if displaying them to her for the first time. "You're right, things always go as planned. Never any mistakes."
Sennath grasped him in return with her two front foot-hands. Numbers seven and eight out of the ten limbs she now posessed. Nine and ten joined a moment later.
Sennath had had a magical mishap several months ago, turning her from a kobold into a hybrid kobold/behir. She hadn't gotten much bigger, depending on your definition, but had certainly gotten longer in the process. Her body was now like a thick twelve-foot snake with ten limbs and shimmery blue scales and a sleek predatory muzzle. And due to a little Elf mixed in, a pair of breasts that she constantly complained about. She mocked offense, and hissed, "I'll show you a mistake, little red male!"
He didn't resist her grip as she pulled him against her again, teasing him, hugging him tight with who-knows how many hands. He hiss-laughed and pushed himself up again, standing this time, feeling her hands withdraw.
Renaar loved her. He looked down at her long body, lying on her backs, various limbs spread. There was the slightest hint of roundness to her lower torso's belly, where he'd been resting a moment ago.
"Could you check for me," Sennath asked, "Check my other entrance?"
Renaar took two steps and crouched beside the base of her hefty tail. It connected to her rear set of hips, and was basically seamless like a snake would be, as wide as her torso and tapering down for several feet. It absolutely dwarfed the 2-3 foot tail a typical kobold had.
Between Sennath's rear legs was her second vagina, and he gently ran his red-scaled fingers over the opening. It was gaping a little, and he slipped one finger in, feeling a bit of wetness. He could hear her sigh gently, even with her head several feet away. "I think you're right," he said, "You're starting to open up for it."
Sennath's expression was noticably excited when he looked to her, and she suddenly twisted her whole lengthy body, turning over, resting her weight on all tens before arching her front torso upwards into a more typical taur stance. She stretched, thrusting her chest and its two heavy breasts forward, yawning, her jaws wide. He moved to stand beside her, and put his right arm over her top shoulders. He kissed her on the side of her blue-scaled muzzle.
"You still okay with this?" he asked.
Sennath grinned, and kissed him back. "You're asking me? Absolutely. It's just an egg, if this worked, we'll be so much better off!"
In the months following Sennath's transformation, she'd gradually learned about her new body.
Sennath had grown to appreciate it, despite all its strangeness. The flexibility, and her ten limbs, and the newfound strength compared to her old self. Sometimes she missed being 'normal', or at least as much as you could be when you were a kobold living near humans.
Upon discovering that her accidently-created hybrid form had not one but two entire sets of reproductive organs, Sennath had of course wondered what any book-learned alchemist might: Are they the same? She'd been a little surprised to discover that no, they aren't.
Her front and rear wombs were definitely different, operating on different schedules. Her front womb laid an egg every six weeks or so, a schedule typical for a female kobold. Her rear womb, however, laid a considerably bigger egg, apparently every 12-14 weeks.
Her front womb's egg was smooth-shelled, pale purple, speckled. About the size of a large orange. It wasn't the proper color of a normal kobold egg, which was a redder shade, but it was pretty similar. Laying one was comfortable and pleasant, something she'd experienced dozens of times in her adult life.
Her rear egg, however, was coarser, bluish with a series of textured rings along it, and the size of a large coconut. This was a hell of a discovery the first time she'd laid one, and even with her new body it had been a painful experience. After three hours of strenuous work to get it down her tunnel and out her trembling opening, panting and exhausted, she had been genuinely shocked that something so large could fit her rear opening. Then she promptly passed out.
Kobolds had no particular attachment to infertile eggs. This was simply how their bodies worked, and useless eggs were typically disposed of. This was the fate of her first large egg, and they'd done it without really thinking. The second time though, she'd had more time to consider her situation. Renaar had borrowed a book from the town's anatomist, Paranormal Animals of West Taemin, and from what she could tell from the book, it was physically similar to a behir egg.
Considering what Sennath's body now was, that wasn't so surprising, but a real behir was a massive creature weighing several thousand pounds. She shared a lot of physical features but wasn't a tenth of that weight. And yet, the egg her rear womb had produced was most of the size of a real behir egg. Her rear womb was an overachiever. More behir than kobold, certainly.
So they'd sold it.
Dragon eggs were worth a fortune, this was well known. A behir was a relative of a dragon, and their eggs were not as valuable but still rare with unique uses, especially for certain classifications of magic items. Renaar had taken her five pound, infertile egg into the village, returned the book, and asked the anatomist if they knew a buyer.
They still hadn't shown her new self to the nearby villagefolk, hesitant to disrupt the tentative acceptance they'd found. Renaar had somewhat avoided the question of where he'd acquired a Behir egg, at first, but ultimately he told the anatomist an approximation of what had happened. Satisfied that it was mostly from a behir, albeit somewhat small, the anatomist had found a buyer within two days.
This is the easiest money the pair of them had ever made, and it wasn't even anything they really had to work for. Sennath's rear sex simply produced a valuable product every three months or so, and she could continue with her own alchemical work meanwhile. What incredible luck, she thought.
But as a semi-practicing alchemist, Sennath had a thought. What if we did work for it?
How do you make your eggs better? This isn't something Sennath had really considered before. Certainly if you were trying for hatchlings you wanted to take your health seriously, but that's not quite the same thing. No, Sennath wanted her rear sex's eggs to be bluer, stronger, more impressive.
Bigger.
Now obviously, any female oviparous creature could tell you, you wanted calcium. Everyone knew that. More calcium makes for a stronger, thicker shell, and as a kobold she was perfectly okay to crunch into a few bones and add some shells to her diet. Not her first choice but this was for science dammit. Well, science and money.
Even the color could be influenced with relatively well known methods, simply eat more foods with those tints in them and a tiny portion ended up in your eggs' shell. Blueberries were easy enough to acquire, blackberries for greater depth of color. She liked berries, and Renaar was happy to acquire them for her in droves.
This kind of made up for the less-pleasant calcium additions to her diet, really.
But the size of one's egg, generally you simply left your body to it. But what if you didn't? Eggs were not always the same size, obviously things influenced this. There had to be more to it than simply making sure you were well fed.
Kobold general knowledge didn't worry about this, and so once again she had Renaar borrowing books. There were almost no scientific books on such things, particularly in a human village where this simply didn't matter. And so before long Sennath had found herself reading things like guides to successful chicken farming. They didn't use the exact term but she'd eventually assembled the idea: Reproductive hormones helped make eggs bigger.
With her dual facilities, Sennath was uniquely suited for this. She was already producing twice the female hormones of any normal creature her weight, presumably. Perhaps that's why her rear eggs were so large. But what could she do to maximize this?
At first Sennath's answer had been thrilling, then it became a chore, then they started having fun with it again, and eventually they'd settled into a pleasant routine.
Every morning, every noon, every night. The nighttime was the most lengthy, and even as they reached the 80th time in a single month, she hissed happily as Renaar smoothly sank his textured shaft into her front vagina. After weeks of this, her entrance was always ready and willing around this time. Her body wanted its mate.
He was big for a kobold, his cock nine inches long and thick with ridges along the top side. She was laying down, on her backs, her massive tail trailing out their bedroom door, and used a few of her hands to steady him atop her. Two of her lower ones ran the length of Renaar's muscular tail, up his back, feeling the pattern of his scales. Within a minute, he was sheath-deep, spreading her comfortably.
Renaar hissed quietly at the sensation, feeling her silken inner walls, and Sennath gripped him gently inside her. He began moving in and out slowly, and they enjoyed each other's anatomy over the course of a long, gradual fuck. They'd learned to take it slow, not forcing anything, letting her loosen up and allowing him to last as long as possible. It wasn't spectacular sex but it was a constant presence in their lives now, and something they'd both grown to enjoy.
She used a couple of her rearmost foot-hands to stretch and caress her other entrance. Slipping her toes gently into her rear pussy, breathing deep and slow, her jaw hanging open. Being able to experience sex with two separate vaginas at once had been a mind-blowing revelation to Sennath, a privilege no other female kobold had, and she saw no point in wasting it. Renaar always focused on her front one, better safe than sorry with her big egg, after all.
Twenty minutes later, as Renaar's thick shaft quivered and she felt that flood of heat inside her front pussy, Sennath reached her own climax. After so much experience she'd gotten very good at timing things.
An orgasm rippled through Sennath's twelve foot body, first her rear pussy then her front one, quivering around Renaar's stiff length, and they gasped and clutched each other while her long tail thrashed in the next room. She wrapped all six arms around him, then her two front foot-hands, held him tight, and gave his muzzle a few licks, showing her love and thanks.
Her multiple overlapping orgasms continued for a minute or two, and they both enjoyed the feelings of her complicated body trembling in pleasure. As she began to subside, he snuggled into her, his head resting on her breasts. Gradually they drifted off to sleep, with his length still buried deep inside.
She gave his cock a little sqeeze, enjoying its presence within her. More long-term stimulation of her sex hormones this way, Sennath reasoned. And besides, it was kind of exciting waking up with your mate already stretching you out. A bit of a mess but scales cleaned up easily.
In this way the two kobolds had maintained several weeks of nearly constant sex, and Sennath had grown to deeply enjoy Renaar's long periods of penetration. She felt so empty up front sometimes when he was away, it was like an addiction.
Plus, Sennath was pretty sure it was working. Her breasts seemed a little heavier and more sensitive, an encouraging initial sign if she understood her borrowed anatomy correctly. When she laid her front egg a few weeks into the process, it seemed bigger, sturdier, a little bluer than before. A good result, and she still had several weeks of ministration before her rear egg was ready.
Sexy, pleasurable ministration.
Now the time was here, Sennath thought, as she rolled onto all tens and felt Renaar approach her front, kissing the side of her muzzle. She looked over into his yellow eyes, at his handsome red-scaled face. If this worked, it might net them a major payout. And if it didn't, well, they both had tons of sex for nothing.
What a shame.
A few hours later, Sennath groaned. The inner muscles of her lower torso were struggling, quivering around the massive textured shape within her. It had moved, at least a few inches, but she could tell this was going to be a long process.
Her second lay, the egg that they'd sold, had gone much easier than her first. Her anatomy had adjusted, or maybe she'd learned to work it better, in the intervening 13 weeks. She had been expecting this to be easier still. Surely eventually her rear organs would get as comfortable with the process as her more-familiar front organs did?
This third time should be easier, everyone knew the first couple lays were the hardest.
That said, the fact that it wasn't quietly thrilled her, because it implied her experiment had worked. Her egg is just that much bigger now, surely. She wasn't sure whether to feel thrilled or terrified, then clenched her jaws as another contraction rippled through her. She hissed, feeling the cramping pain fill her lower torso.
She was standing on sixes right now, in their basement laboratory, her top two arms clutching a small table, leaning her upper torso's weight on it, while all her lower limbs supported her steadily. She had a blanket stretched below her. Renaar had begun massaging the space between her fourth and fifth pairs of limbs, the area she considered her second body.
He reached underneath and ran his hands along her lower chest, down her belly, feeling the large orb within her, pushing it towards its exit. As he did so her inner muscles quivered and the contraction flared, and she felt its textured surface slide another fraction of an inch towards her exit. Sennath groaned at the tiny amount of progress, at the feeling of her rear womb struggling to expel it. Then it faded, and she felt better. She gasped for breath. Okay, only another thirty of those to go.
Seven hours later Sennath was exhausted.
Her rear egg had continued to move, very slowly, and by now her rear entrance was yawning open, waiting for the rest of her to finish the job.
She'd rolled onto her backs, with her upper torso upright against a wall, resting on a large pillow. She could see it, her rear vagina, ready to lay... but her egg was stuck. Renaar was looking town to her, concerned. He'd been periodically trying to massage her underside, to help it along, but in the end her body was the thing that had to do the task. She was breathing hard, even with her oversized half-behir lungs. Her heart pounded, and another contraction ripped through her lower torso with barely any results.
"You have to reach in. You have to get it unstuck."
Renaar's eyes grew wide. "Uh, that's not how..."
"I'm not a kobold anymore," Sennath said, exasperated. "This is different, my body is different."
"That's not... right. Okay, maybe I should—"
"Do it!"
Renaar's jaws clamped shut, and he looked at her sternly, down his muzzle. "No, wait a minute. I don't want to hurt you."
Sennath squeezed her eyes closed, distracted as another fruitless contraction ripped through her lower torso. She was so tired, and her body was so sore.
Renaar began rummaging through some supplies and retrieved a file, and Sennath watched as he carefully filed down his claws, blunting them. Right, right. She couldn't argue with that. Smart male.
Then he cleaned his hands, crossed to crouch straddling her tail, his own smaller one against hers, and inspected the gaping opening that was her rear vagina. He reached forward, gingerly, and slid one red-scaled hand into Sennath. She was open so wide he could easily fit first his right, then his left. Her inner walls pulsed around his fingers.
The last thing she had expected, as her mate slid his hands into her wide-open rear pussy, was anything pleasant. She gasped, surprised, her thoughts drunkenly wondering why. The sensation slid deeper and deeper into her, his blunted claws creating points of pleasure within her sore insides, and she threw her head back and groaned. Her curved horns caught on the pillow, and she felt his hands stop.
"It's okay, keep going!" she reassured him. "It... it's unusual, is all."
Again his hands started sliding deeper in, along her taut inner walls, and she felt his pebbly forearm scales along the inside of her rear lips, stretching her even wider open. The new sensations were strangely wonderful. She shivered as he explored her tunnel, yet another new feeling from her changed body.
Then she felt his fingertips stretching her already-taut inner walls even further, as he found a grip on her egg, and shuddered with pleasure as he began moving it bit by bit towards her exit. Oh gods, moving it like this felt good. It's not something she'd have ever needed to try with her smooth little kobold eggs.
Sennath reached up with a few of her hands and began clutching her sensitive breasts, tugging the nipples, eyes closed, tongue hanging from her muzzle. She felt something inside her upper chest, building up, a pulsing thrumming coolness that made every breath feel odd. These feelings built and built, as Renaar proceeded to spend ten minutes slowly coaxing her egg free, every touch of her inner surfaces a new and electric sensation.
Finally, she felt her outer lips stretching wider and wider as the heavy orb reached her entrance, felt its fingerprint texture sliding against every part of her opening, and while there was still pain there was much, much more pleasure. Renaar had been focused, trying to complete his task, diligently ignoring her clear enjoyment of his hands and arms within her, Then, as she threw three of her own hands back to grip the blanket under her while two more sank deep into her boobs, she definitely caught a glimpse of a smirk on his muzzle. She felt one finger trace a circle around the inside of her trembling, tightly stretched lips. Gods, she loved him.
Then there it was, the shape of his eight fingers, her rear pussy lips stretched taut around them, and the textured orb sliding outwards, and then suddenly it was free. Sennath let out a final, moaning gasp as her body rewarded her with one last wave of pleasure, and that coolness in her chest let go. She emitted a loud, high pitched screech, a sound she'd never made before, and a burst of electricity sprayed forth from her open jaws, striking the ceiling. The sound was like a thundercrack, and the last thing Sennath understood before she passed out was Renaar clutching a large, deep blue egg, and the feeling of her rear entrance finally relaxing.
It was beautiful. It was the size of a watermelon, dwarfing her previous two. Its color was a rich blue, and the shell was sturdy with a thick pattern of lighter blue ridges and rings along it. The surface was slightly shimmery, like her scales. Sennath had done it, her body had produced something nearly like a real behir egg.
She was lying on her side, curled up, a few of her hands holding it, amazed that it had been inside her this whole time. And that her new form could birth such a thing. And for that matter, her body could apparently breathe lightning, a capability real behirs posessed but she'd certainly never done it before.
Incredible.
Now that a few hours had passed she felt much better. If she did this again, she'd go straight to asking Renaar to reach deep inside her and retrieve it, a thing that felt fantastic and made her wonder about a few other acts they should try with her extra-stretchy behir vagina.
Maybe she'd give Renaar a break from their multi-month sex marathon. Let's let this next one happen more naturally. It was getting to that time of day though, and even now she could tell her front vagina was loosening, readying for him. Her rear pussy was very sore but her front one, that would still feel...
No no, not today. She should recover, she reminded herself. Be responsible. You literally just birthed the largest egg you've ever seen. Let your body recover! Your front egg is due in barely a week!
A few days later it came, a little early, and Renaar was still away on his sales excursion.
Fortunately it was a short and pleasant lay that only lasted twenty minutes. As Sennath squatted her front hips down, feeling the orange-sized smooth egg sliding out of her entrance, she sighed. Two more of these, possibly, and then the big one again. Two schedules, because she was twice the female of anyone else.
When she'd been just a kobold, laying was kind of a big deal, or at least something she worried about. Now, though, her front eggs seemed so uneventful.
As she picked her new egg up with her fifth and sixth hands, she looked down at it. Before her change, her eggs were a typical color, a sort of golden red. This one though had a speckled, purple surface.
Color aside it was mostly a kobold egg in size and texture, to her eye, and kobolds aren't magical. No value to these, unfortunately. Not enough behir in them, but at the same time too much for fertilization to work. Lord knows, Renaar had mated her many dozens of times while this one developed.
He did want hatchlings some day, she knew. Hm.
It just didn't seem right for it to be valueless, actually. Sennath was an alchemist, not an advanced one but she knew the ropes well enough. There should be something special about it, some degree of draconic magic, it wasn't a normal kobold egg after all. It just wasn't clear-cut what it was.
Sennath passed the egg to her upper sets of hands. She hugged it to her cleavage, her heavy soft breasts surrounding it protectively. She chuffed at now natural this felt. Maybe they did have a purpose outside of sex play.
She dropped to sixes as she turned and padded down the steps to her basement laboratory. She'd been neglecting her alchemical projects lately. Too busy, well, experimenting on herself. Maybe it was time to try a few things.
The next day, Renaar returned. He was dressed to be human-presentable, with a linen shirt and canvas trousers with a cut made for his tail. His excitement was noticable.
Not only had the newer, more-impressively-behir egg sold for a considerably higher price than the first one, but the anatomist was happy to reduce his fee if they could keep delivering them. They both agreed, this was an encouraging deal.
He'd brought back plenty of coin, and was hefting a large basket full of market purchases. Cheese, sausage, bread, and best of all a variety of tools. Some of these would help with improving the old barn shed they called their home, while others would apply to Sennath's alchemical work. This included two eighty-page blank notebooks, and good ink. And, he said with a little pride, they'd be having a proper stove delivered in three days.
Best of all was a catalog, provided by the anatomist they'd been working with. Renaar had told him the basics of Sennath's situation, and this catalog had a variety of scientific and alchemical supplies available. No need for her to go into town searching, if she didn't want to.
Sennath in turn told him about how her lay went, and that she'd determined to try to understand what benefits the smaller eggs had. Maybe if she could understand the properties better, they could figure out having some hatchlings of their own, now that they had some money.
"Are you sure?" Renaar asked, a little hesitant, looking down her lengthy body. "Things have gotten complicated with all this."
"You still want it, right?"
"Absolutely, if you do."
Sennath crossed her top four arms. Then raised her front up and added the fifth and sixth, too. The pose felt authoritative. "Well then, the first step is figuring out what we've got to work with."
Renaar agreed, then suddenly he buried himself in her, his arms around her, his head beside hers, his little horns bumping against her curly ones as he gave her a massive hug. "I can't wait to figure it out with you," said Renaar, giving her an affectionate little lick.
She wrapped her own arms around him, the ones that were convenient at least, feeling her breasts pressing against his shirt. She ran two of her lowest hands along his red tail, looking at its whiplike tip. Gods he was an excellent male. She pulled away, still playing with his tail tip, and put two of her upper hands on his shoulders.
"I'll need the help," she said, "But first, I've got a job for you."
"What's that?"
Sennath began moving towards the bedroom, pulling him along with a few of her hands. "Make me breathe lightning again."
Renaar didn't argue.