Egging Her On
Story by FestivalGrey on SoFurry
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When Aqua came to, she was curled in the hollow made by the roots of a great jungle tree, still naked as a jaybird, her body still flushed and sweaty from one of the best fucks of her life. Her clothes were in a rumpled but tidy pile a few paces away, and the Stealth Sneak, having unloaded all of its precious cargo, was nowhere to be seen.
Aqua didn’t mind. Even the best of Heartless struck her mostly as the type to love ‘em and leave ‘em. And besides…
She shifted her back, groaning as she felt the eggs clack inside of her, and stroked her tummy with wonder and appreciation. She had new companions to worry about.
The last few times she’d been on the business end of oviposition, she’d dealt with bug eggs—smaller and relatively pliable. This time, though, she would have to deal with being nearly as big as she ever had been from the get-go.
Steadying herself with one hand on her stomach and the other on the root, Aqua rose with a heaving grunt. She was… heavy. Quite heavy. And big, too. The Stealth Sneak hadn’t filled her with that many eggs compared to the other Heartless, but the size and weight of them more than made up for it. Aqua wasn’t left immobile, as she had been for some of her larger pregnancies, but she was close enough to it. Her belly would have easily dwarfed that of a regular pregnant woman.
Rising to her feat, she leaned back against the tree, catching her breath. Was she out of breath already? Spirits of light, but it had been a while since she’d done this… too long, she thought. Hopefully the wait between lovers won’t be this long again. Still, the payoff was worth it.
She stroked her tummy a few times, imagining the eggs within and the baby creatures they were shielding. Though her stomach looked smooth and uniform, touch revealed a different tale: the individual eggs could be felt as smooth bumps, right there under her skin. Leaning back and sighing, Aqua traced the outlines with her eyes closed. She’d blissed out when the Stealth Sneak had continued laying its eggs in her, so she had no clue how many she was actually carrying… but from the shapes pressing against her and the weight she felt of them rolling in her womb, she suspected she was pregnant with about half a dozen, give or take.
Plenty of little creatures to bring into the world. And who knew? Most of them would hopefully follow their mother’s example and be more inquisitive about humans than aggressive.
But for now, there was work to be done. She didn’t know quite how to nurture the Heartless inside, so she just followed her instincts instead. Glancing down at her clothes, she smiled ruefully. It would be a hard sell to fit into them as she was. Still, she could hardly afford to leave them behind…
Making a decision, she summoned her Keyblade and levitated them after her with magic. Then, waddling away, the eggs clacking in her belly, Aqua resumed her journey.
She sagged against a nearby tree, lungs burning from exertion. She’d barely been going for an hour… spirits, but getting knocked up really did take a lot out of you. The sensations didn’t really help either; she was constantly feeling the eggs tumbling inside, sometimes nudging her womb or settling with frustrating pressure on her loins. In fact, that pressure had left her feeling a certain way… maybe if she were to just relax and attend to herself…
Finding a small clearing, Aqua plopped down with a huff and immediately leaned back, groaning from the pleasant burn of her taxed legs and the stretch of her womb. With one hand she reached down to stroke her tummy; the other dipped down low between her legs…
Arching her back and taking her lips between her teeth, the young woman moaned at the touch of her own fingers. She was still sore from getting fucked from the Stealth Sneak, and her snatch was awash with a sense of deep ache. As she stroked and caressed and fingered herself, she slowly kneaded that ache out, the sensation divine—almost like having a weary muscle massaged. She coupled her ministrations with sweeping caresses of her belly, her hand eventually drifting up to cup and knead her breasts. They hadn’t started swelling as of yet, but there was a tingling tenderness which Aqua was by now quite used to. Her body knew that it was pregnant and had reacted accordingly. It was only a matter of time before her chest plumped up with milk.
But that was for her to worry about in the future. For now, she was content to stroke her own tenderness, moaning as she swirled a finger on her clit and cupped her own tit, and as she came, she felt the eggs tumbling over themselves in her womb with a smile. Yes, being pregnant with monster babies felt like coming home.
Days passed into weeks and Aqua found herself pleased that the eggs didn’t increase in size. She was left stuffed full and only just capable of movement. She wandered around the jungle aimlessly, too preoccupied to stay still but intrinsically knowing that the baby lizards would do well here. Over time the weight settled lower and lower in her, and as anticipated, her sweetly aching chest began to swell, her two nipples darkening and eventually starting to dribble small, pale streams of milk.
And inevitably, her instincts told her it was time.
She wandered to a place in the jungle that seemed safe, a nook between two great moss-grown trees, and found a depression in the earth. Squatting down, she grunted as she felt the eggs settle into place, their weight heavy against her birth canal. Feeling sweat beading on her temples, she began to push.
They were far from the hardest birth she’d ever had, but there were still a lot of them, and before long, Master Aqua was curled wearily in the jungle against herself, eyes lidded, cunt sore—mother to five round, shelled eggs. She smiled at seeing them despite her weariness. “Glad I could help, little ones,” she murmured, before sitting up with a groan. “Don’t you—aaaaaaa, worry about a thing. You’ll hatch safely; mama’s here.”
Milk dribbled down her chest and she magicked it away absently, wondering how to pass the time while she waited for her eggs to hatch. A devilish smile alit on her mouth; she had one particular idea.
Ignoring her soreness, she reached her hand down for her clit again. After all, she deserved a reward for a job well done.