The dark tunnels buzzed with the sounds of numerous black bodies going to and fro in their single-minded goal to keep the hive running. It was absolutely packed; a pony’s head would have boggled at the thought of navigating through such a crowd. But for Minx it was home, and everyling she encountered expertly weaved out of her way as she slowly wobbled to the hive’s nursery. Most changelings gave a simple chirp in greeting as she passed, but otherwise kept to their busy schedules. Others went out of their way to welcome her, stopping just long enough to congratulate her on a mission well done, or even to give her a brief nuzzle. The attention was greatly appreciated, urging her to lean into the physical contact with a sigh.
A deep sense of belonging flowed through her as she responded to each of them with a trickle of love, showing just how thankful she was to be a part of the hive. It felt extremely good to be welcomed back into this tightly-knit community after her bountiful mission in the Crystal Empire. The amount of love gathered was so great that her body produced a dozen eggs. They pressed against her bladder, causing her to urinate a bit more often. She could hardly wait to deposit them inside a broodling, relieving the annoying pressure as she slid right into their tight pussy, pumping egg after egg deep into their womb. Her short tail lifted at the arousing thought, flashing anyling who bothered to look with her dripping snatch and tucked-away ovipositor.
Minx’s body had gone through some drastic changes while she was gorging on love. The first, and most significant, was her penis fusing with her clitoris to turn into an ovipositor. The resulting organ was thicker than she was used to, while also being much more sensitive; the slightest brush against her flesh could be enough to trigger an expulsion of eggs. They weren't as specialized or large as a queen’s tri-pronged monster of a reproductive organ, as infiltrators did not develop eggs larger than a grape, but instead ended with a thin and sleek tip. She thought it looked much more attractive.
The second major change was that her body absorbed her internal testes and dedicated all production to her ovaries, meaning she couldn’t even ejaculate anymore. Luckily, her genitalia would go back to normal a few weeks after after her eggs were laid. Minx eagerly looked forward to using it for its intended purpose.
She took a deep wiff of the familiar scents around her, bringing up a burst of nostalgia as her wings fluttered with joy. It felt wonderful to be back at the hive after months of absence. Granted, there wasn’t much to look at, green walls there, black gunk there, but it was home. Much more accommodating than those hunks of crystal trying to pass themselves off as nests.
After about ten minutes of constant walking, she arrived at the entrance to one of the hive’s many nurseries; the one where her best friend Phantasma worked. She was extremely excited to see her after months abroad, the sounds of nymphs muffled by the dampened walls. That is, until she made it into the cave proper.
An explosion of high-pitched chirps and squeals of joy instantly bombarded her ears. Dozens of the small changelings occupied the large room, the largest only making it halfway up Minx’s leg. Some were play-fighting while others were grooming their fellows. One even seemed to be innocently nibbling her friend’s right wing, the other giggling as she stuck her tongue between her friend’s leg holes. Minx couldn’t have stopped the wide grin spreading across her face if she wanted to.
Amongst the chaos was Phantasma, trying her best to separate two hissing nymphs from mauling each other. “Bad nymphs! We don’t bite our sisters!” she scolded them. They ignored her and continued to snap their jaws in the other’s direction, their cute hisses anything but threatening.
Her friend didn’t seem to notice her yet, but on her way across the room a few nymphs ran up to her and excitedly tried to communicate with a series of unintelligible chirps. They rubbed their bodies along her legs, a few even attempting to fly, no doubt trying to impress her. Only one managed to gain air, however, and landed right on her back. She looked over her shoulder and into the wide eyes of the nymph hitching a ride with a smile. “Very impressive,” she congratulated the young changeling, sending the tiniest burst of love her way. The youngling squealed with joy and scooted her rump forward in order to grip the back of Minx’s neck. She nuzzled the side of her cheek with a grateful chirp, her small body vibrating as she purred.
Phantasma glanced her way as the fighting nymphs made up, seemingly best friends again as they chased each other around with grins on their faces. Her eyes lit up in surprise. “Oh my gosh, Minx?! You’re back! Eiiii!” she exclaimed as she carefully navigated her way past the numerous small bodies, wrapping her hooves around Minx’s neck in a tight embrace as she reached her.
Minx hugged her friend back, some of the nymphs joining in. The one attached to her neck seemed to notice the other changeling, flying over to her with the high pitched hum of her small wings. Phantasma chuckled as the nymph landed on her, nestling into her body with a yawn. “I see you’ve met Flicker. She really likes to show off her flying skills.” Phantasma rolled her eyes. “It’s very good for her age, but I think she makes the other nymphs jealous,” she finished with a whisper.
“I would love to talk about the nymphs, I really would, but I can’t stay for long. I still need to register my clutch and reserve a group of broodlings,” Minx said with regret. “I only really have time to ask if you are still up to fertilizing my eggs like we talked about?”
“Of course!” confirmed Phantasma as she released the hug. “I really missed you, Minx. It’s so good to have you back, and full of eggs to boot! How’s it feel?” She asked with a tilt of her head, glancing at her slightly protruded belly.
“A bit cramped, and I’m constantly aroused. My body seems to want to mate very, very, badly,” Minx explained as she clenched her thighs. “So, how long until you are free?”
Phantasma bit her lip, looking at all the wide-eyed bugs observing them. “Uh, I should get out in five hours.”
Minx grinned, turning towards the cave’s exit. “Great! I’ll see you then!”
“Can’t wait!” her friend called out after her. Now she just had to get broodlings scheduled to arrive in five hours.
Minx sighed as she arrived at her sparse quarters. It was a cave with the usual changeling goo illuminating the slightly larger than average space, big enough for ten changelings to comfortably stand next to one another. She just finished reserving six broodlings to share her clutch, so she decided to spend the rest of the day resting until her guests arrived. After being used to pony beds this was a bit of a letdown. But she guessed the padded floor was comfortable enough.
So here she was, over six hours later, lying on her left side as she absentmindedly rubbed her stomach, waiting for the six broodlings to arrive. She felt so full, her womb filled to the brim with unfertilized eggs. It was nice to finally lay down after being gone for so long, but they were late, and it was starting to annoy her. Even worse was the fact Phantasma wasn’t here either.
She groaned with boredom as she looked down at her belly, deciding to preoccupy her time by watching her short tail swish back and forth. ‘This sucks. I can’t even masturbate to pass the time because it could trigger my contractions, which I heard are a bitch to hold in. Eggs can’t survive long outside of a body, so I really don’t want to accidently kill my potential babies!’
That last thought struck a chord with her as she placed both forehooves against her slightly-protruding gut, the chitinous plates stretched just enough to see their green-tinted connecting tissues. Only infiltrators and the Queen had that privilege, and soon she could count herself among the elite. Her genes would be a part of the hive forever, that is, if her ‘guests’ would hurry up.
As if on cue, a shiny black body scurried into sight, exiting the tunnel leading to her chambers. The changeling locked eyes with Minx and smirked. “My my, you’ve gotten fat,” Phantasma teased.
“You’re late,” Minx deadpanned, not in the mood for Phantasma’s jokes. Besides, she had already seen her belly, which meant she was trying to be cute. “I’m practically bursting with eggs here, yet you took your sweet, sweet time. What gives?”
Her friend’s smile wanned. “Sorry. I was extremely busy. The nymphs at the nursery were being very uncooperative, and my replacement didn’t arrive for an entire hour! I swear I came as fast as I could.”
Minx sighed. “Fine, I believe you.” She held up her right foreleg, waving her hoof in a come hither motion. “Come here. I haven’t had much changeling contact for months. I could really use another hug.”
Phantasma grinned widely, her head lowing to Minx’s level. She reached out and grabbed her friend’s neck, pulling her close, sighing in contentment as Phantasma reciprocated the motion. “I missed you, Tassy. So very much,” whispered Minx, her wings fluttering as she embraced the other changeling. They shared a trickle of love between them, causing them both to squeeze the other even harder. The pony saying was right; there really was no place like home.
Phantasma leaned out of the hug for a second and shuffled her body downwards, gripping Minx tighter than before, only this time with all four of her legs. “You ready to have your eggs fertilized?” Phantasma asked with a fang-filled smirk, pressing her belly against Minx’s own, their natural armor clinking at the contact.
Minx felt Phantasma’s member slowly hardening against her lower stomach as she squeezed her tighter, so she quickly pushed her away and said, “We can’t. Not yet at least. The broodlings need to arrive first, remember?” Phantasma tilted her head, chittering in confusion.
Minx rolled her eyes. “Otherwise my eggs could come out before I was ready, and our future children would die.” The other changeling’s eyes widened. “Unless you are willing to be a broodling for a dozen eggs at once?” she asked sarcastically.
Phantasma’s ears lowered as she looked away in obvious embarrassment. “Oh... Right. I knew that.”
Minx gave her muzzle a small nip, observing Phantasma’s surprised expression with a grin. “No you didn’t. You barely payed attention during reproductive studies. I can’t fathom why you didn’t, especially considering all the sex you have.”
In response, Phantasma playfully nipped her, then licked all the way up her cheek with her serpentine tongue. “That’s because sex is soooo goood, but studying is so boring!” Phantasma whined.
She tried to glare at her friend, but Phantasma’s eyes gleamed mischievously as the tip of her tongue peaked between her fangs, so she burst into giggles instead. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?” Minx stated without malice, softly shoving her friend. “Now get up and turn around. We may not be able to have sex yet, but I can still give you oral until the broodlings arrive. How’s that sound?”
Phantasma noded rapidly, and in a blur of motion her rear encompassed Minx’s view. She slowly got up from her comfortable position on the ground and stretched, the eggs in her gut shifting slightly at the change in orientation. The changeling's plot was the focus of her gaze as Phantasma impatiently shifted her legs. “Jeez, Tassy, hold your legs still!” Minx chided her.
“Okay, okay. I’m just so excited! I haven’t felt your mouth in months!” Phantasma giggled, her wings fluttering in anticipation. It took a few seconds, but she calmed down, allowing Minx to get a good look at her flank.
Minx leaned in close enough to get a strong wiff of her friend’s intoxicating musk and watched as Phantasma’s tail swished from side to side. Right below her wagging tail was a twitching anus, the black muscle protruded slightly with wrinkles converging in the center. Two relatively thin plates of dark chitin made up the armor which protected her labia, but in her aroused state a sliver of green inner flesh just barely peaked through. Lubricant squeezed through her parted crack and dribbled onto her rapidly winking clitoris. Bridging the gap between her anus and the entrance to her pussy was a ribbed strip of chitin, further protecting the sensitive skin underneath. And below it all was a long cock the same shade as her vulva. It was thick at the base, but ended with a narrow tip, twitching in sync with every unfolding of her clitoris, almost as if begging for attention.
“Wow, you really are excited!" Minx said with a chuckle. "What do you want me to lick first?”
Phantasma looked over her shoulder and smirked before shoving her plot right into Minx’s face. Her maw pressed against the other changeling’s pussy, the external chitin just barely stopping her from sinking into the soft flesh just beneath. Phantasma’s clitoris madly winked against her chin, so she lit her magic and grasped the small nub before carefully twisting it.
Her flank pushed back. “Yes! I love it when you use your magic! Now hold my clit out of my folds, make sure I can feel it fail to twitch back into place!” Phantasma practically demanded. She got a bit loud in sexual situations, which in all honestly was kind of adorable.
“Yes, your majesty, “Minx teased, before locking the clitoris in place, feeling it twitch over and over in a futile attempt to unfold back into place.
“Ohh, yeeeah!” Phantasma exclaimed, showing her approval by gyrating her hips against Minx’s face, her labia plates being pulled apart as she slowly dug in. When her chitin was spread enough to show Phantasma’s soaked vulva in full, she pushed forward and snaked her tongue deep inside Phantasma’s flesh. Her fangs scraped along her outer chitin, adding to Phantasma’s obvious pleasure.
“Eiii!” Phantasma chirped, and clenched her hind legs together, trapping Minx’s tongue between the suddenly shut plates. The slick walls squeezed her tongue as she wriggled it around, tasting her friend's tangy fluids as her ministrations produced a slick mushy sound. Phantasma’s depths constricted her organ with more and more intensity. Each high-pitched moan Phantasma produced sent vibrations through the her flesh. “Oh, oh I think I may cum soon!”
And with that announcement, she slipped her tongue out of Phantasma’s tight insides with a loud slurp.
“H-hey!” her friend whined. That is, until Minx grabbed hold of her penis with telekinesis and, considering how flexible changeling genitalia are, bent it towards her mouth. “Yes! I’ve been looking forward to this for months, Minx!” Phantasma exclaimed as her penis' tip leaked pre.
The member brushed against Minx’s lips as she licked all around the tip, lapping up her friends's clear fluids to experience a hint of the salty flavor to come. Phantasma panted as she pushed into the feelings, her wings buzzing uncontrollably. Her thin tip twitched hard as she wrapped her tongue around it thrice before pulling it into the entrance to her warm maw, her fangs caressing the edges. She started slow, letting the slick member inch its way into her mouth, but with a deep breath, she plunged all the way to the base, the entire dick sliding down her throat.
Her nose squashed against Phantasma’s still magic-locked clitoris as her lips impacted her friend’s base, the nub spasming against her. Phantasma’s anus tensed hard at the unexpected feeling, but that just made her hum around the rapidly-pulsing cock currently impaled deep in her throat. Good thing changelings didn't have a gag reflex.
“O-oh, jeez, Minx! F-fuck!” Phantasma stuttered out, her forelegs collapsing in pleasure.
Minx giggled around Phantasma’s shaft. She felt the flesh of the organ twitching against her lips, so she swallowed. Repeatedly. The feeling of her friend’s length as it slid down her esophagus was extremely arousing, a warm stream of fluids dripping out of her own snatch. The eggs within her moved a bit, but luckily they didn’t drop down into her oviduct just yet.
“Nnnnnnn!” Phantasma shrieked as her dick flexed in Minx’s throat, her orgasm no doubt moments away. Minx twisted her clitoris, which was the last straw as rope after rope of cum shot straight into her stomach, warming her up from the inside. Minx gulped down every drop as the shaft rapidly pulsated in her throat, sucking the organ as if her life depended on it. Right in front of her eyes, Phantasma’s pussy contracted and relaxed in sync with each spurt. Her anus also spasmed, clenching as waves of bliss rippled through her nethers. She rubbed her nose against her convulsing clitoris, loving how the flesh flexed against her with each spurt down her throat.
After about twenty seconds, the contractions died down, Phantasma’s penis pulling out of her mouth with a wet pop. She watched as it shrunk, retreating into a slit just under her clitoris. Minx rested her cheek against Phantasma’s haunches, and asked, “Did you enjoy yourself?”
With a delirious giggle, the vibrations felt through her cheek, Phantasma replied, “You betcha!" She paused, glancing to the tunnel entrance. "Oh, and the broodlings are here, and—” She giggled yet again. “They all seem to be hard!” Phantasma was right. There were six changelings currently observing them from the tunnel entrance, all of whom were crossing their hind legs as they watched with rapt attention.
Minx gestured to the changeling on the far left. “Why were you so late?” she asked with barely concealed frustration.
She looked nervous at being singled out as she glanced between her fellows. “Ma’am, we, er...” Her wings buzzed with embarrassment. “It... it wasn’t technically our fault! The Incubation coordinator gave us the wrong directions, so we kind of got lost.” She trailed off with a fake laugh.
With a sigh, Minx gave her the benefit of the doubt. “Alright, fair enough...” She squinted at the changeling. “What are your names?”
“I’m Luminous, Ma’am,” the first said with a clipped tone, getting over her embarrassment quite quickly.
“I’m Aphid!” exclaimed the next one, her wings buzzing.
“Um, my name is Immure,” the third one muttered, avoiding eye contact. She looked really shy, which was surprising considering the occupation she picked.
“You may call me Mystique,” said the next one in line with a dismissive wave of her hoof.
“Hey, I’m Chirp! I’m so excited to have your eggs!” Chirp, well, chirped. The changeling’s voice had a slight masculine edge to it, which was strange. She didn’t think changeling’s who identified as male volunteered to incubate eggs, but it seemed she was mistaken.
The final changeling gave Minx a fang-filled smile. “I’m Nectar; nice to meet you.”
Minx’s eggs shifted again as the introductions ended, and the urge to mate grew. She just needed to figure out the best way to do so, considering she hadn’t done this before.
She glanced to the sextuple, and asked, “How experienced is everyling? This is my first time laying eggs, and I’m not sure on the optimal way to do this. Any suggestions?"
Mystique stepped forward and cleared her throat. “As the broodling with the most experience out of all of us, I can safely say a simple chain where we rest our hips together and present ourselves works best. It makes it very easy for you to switch to the next ling’s vagina while your eggs are coming.”
Minx nodded at the straightforward plan. “I figured you were the senior here, Mystique. You seemed pretty relaxed about all this. How long have you been a broodling, if you don’t mind me asking?” she asked in curiosity.
“It’s fine, dear. I started around ten years ago as a young ling looking for an easy living. I was absolutely terrible at physical labor, so I figured being constantly cared for was worth incubating eggs and giving birth once every few months." Mystique sighed. “However, it wasn’t as easy as expected. There was a lot of cramping and bouts of feeling ill, and the birthing was a bit more painful than I was told. My young and naive self also came to the realization that doing nothing all day was dreadfully dull. But by the time I had second thoughts, it was already too late. You can’t very well undo having a baby changeling inside you,” she finished with a chuckle.
Immure suddenly started to breath quickly, her ears folding back in obvious distress. “Immure, what’s wrong?” Minx asked in concern, walking over to the hyperventilating changeling.
“I just— I can’t— I” She clenched her eyes shut, tears falling down her cheeks. “Can’t do this!” Immure stuttered out, hiccupping on her own words. “I’m so sorry!” And with that, she buzzed her wings and flew to the exit to Minx’s room, flying right out of the tunnel with a loud wail.
Everyling’s eyes widened, and surprise showed across all their faces. Minx could hardly believe that just happened.
“O-oh my, this is all my fault.” Mystique whispered, her ears folding back as she looked right at Minx. “I think this was going to be Immure’s first time incubating eggs, and she was already so nervous! What I said must have spooked her out of it entirely. As such, I will take responsibility and incubate the eggs meant for Immure. That may be pushing what’s safe, but I can handle it. I’ve safely given birth to quintuplets after an overzealous infiltrator stayed inside me a bit too long, so four is well within my capabilities.”
“No,” Nectar stated bluntly. “You may be able to do it, Mystique, but it’s really not necessary when we have the option to spread them evenly among us, lowering the risk of an egg failing. Therefore, I’ll take an extra egg as well. Is that okay with you, Minx?”
“Is that okay? It’s perfect," Minx said with relief. “Thank you both for volunteering for more eggs than you agreed to, because I don’t think I can hold them in long enough for another broodling to arrive. An ovipositor may be much easier to keep internal than a penis, but my eggs are shifting into place as we speak. And I’ve heard that trying to hold in eggs is extremely uncomfortable.”
“Does this mean we can have sex now?” Phantasma asked with a wag of her tail, her now-erect member peaking out between her legs. Minx’s own genitals twitched in anticipation, but she was able to keep her ovipositor tucked away for the time being. She couldn’t stop the fluids oozing out of her pussy, though. Not like it was something she wanted to stop, since she needed to be nice and slick for Phantasma’s cock.
“Yes, Tassy,” Minx affirmed.
Phantasma’s excited hoofsteps clanked against the ground as she approached, then stopped directly behind her. “Wow, what’s wrong with your clit?” Phantasma asked as she softly placed her hoof against the external part of her ovipositor, sending a tingle up her spine.
An expression of disbelief spread across her face, a look which the rest of the changelings reciprocated. “Oh for the love of—” She face-hoofed, and took a deep breath. No sense in getting too upset; her friend was an idiot, after all. “You didn’t retain anything we were taught, did you?”
“Nope!” Phantasma said much too happily, and continued to stimulate the external base of Minx’s ovipositor, making it really hard to keep inside her.
“S-stop touching that! My clit is now a part of my ovipositor, and you are over stimulating it! In case you still don’t understand why you shouldn’t touch it, this means you might force my eggs out of me before you even get the chance to fertilize them!” Luckily, Phantasma seemed to understand that, and retracted her hoof.
“Sorry, Minx,” Phantasma apologized. “So… I can mount you now, right?”
Minx raised her tail. “Yes, just make sure to go as deep as possible. Don’t be too rough, though.”
“Yay!” Phantasma exclaimed with obvious excitement, practically jumping onto her back in her eagerness to mate, urging a shocked squeak out of Minx. The action was a bit too hard, forcing her eggs to drop in her gut a bit, but once Phantasma wrapped her forelegs around her waist and nuzzled her wing casings, it prompted her to let the fumble go.
Her friend pushed forward and slid her member against Minx’s genital plates, sending tingles through her body. She pushed back, forcing Phantasma’s flesh between her hard external labia to squish against the sensitive flesh inside.
As Phantasma’s dick prodded her swollen cunt, Minx glanced to the rest of the changelings. “Get in front of me and ready yourselves, okay? I’ll most likely feel the need to deposit my eggs the instant Phantasma finishes, so I’ll need you all to be nice and wet. Maybe masturbate while you are waiting?” She looked to Mystique. “Does that help?”
“Yes, it does. It also speeds along the process if we orgasm around your ovipositor. Most of my previous clients have told me it practically sucks the eggs out of them,” Mystique said with a wink. She then walked right up to her and turned around, showing off her drenched privates. Fluids dripped out of her un-armored labia, across her winking clitoris, and down the base of her erect shaft.
Looking at Mystique's naked butt, she couldn’t help but ask, “What happened to your labia coverings?” It honestly looked painful to her, the raw green flesh exposed to the outside world.
Mistique looked over her shoulder. “Oh, that?” She visibly constricted her vaginal muscles, forcing a wink out of her vulva. “Our plates are treated with specific hormones to urge them to molt, and another one so it doesn’t grow back. This makes it easier for the mother, like yourself, to quickly deposit her eggs without the difficulty of making it past a pesky” - she grasped her serpentine cock in her magic, and slowly jerked it off, causing her folds to noticeably quiver - “e-external barrier. It also makes it easier to give birth when the grubs are ready. Otherwise the labia could be ripped off completely while birthing, yet still stuck to the plates.”
Everyling present winced at her words, and even Phantasma paused in her attempt to slide more than the head of her shaft between Minx’s chitinous slit. “Ouch.”
“Usually the plates molt naturally during pregnancy, but since it’s already done before we receive the eggs in the first place the chitin doesn’t grow back until afterwards. That’s why every broodling in this room is nice and squishy under their tail,” Mystique finished with a chuckle while she continued to massage her dick.
Aphid got into position next to Mystique, her now-raised rear showing off her rapidly-flexing clitoris, and added, “It’s also very itchy when the chitin grows back between incubations, almost like being a teenager again! Itching the growing plates makes you aroused, and the arousal makes you itch!” Her wings buzzed as she complained. “You all know what I’m talking about, right?”
Every changeling in the room nodded, even Phantasma and Minx. If it was anything like molting as a teenager, she did not envy them.
She felt Phantasma trying to squeeze her dick through her rigid coverings, but she was pushing too softly, meaning only the thin tip was in contact with her inner labia. Her body burned with desire, but the pansy attempts to enter her were lackluster at best.
“I know I said not to be rough, Phantasma, but I didn’t mean to treat my pussy like it’ll break! Just shove it in, I’ll be fine.”
“What if I hurt the eggs?” Phantasma asked in a worried tone.
Minx rolled her eyes. “You do realize my eggs are already in my oviduct and waiting to be laid, right? It may be connected to my womb, but it’s on the base of it, just below the back of my vagina. It is also made of some very, very thick muscles. This means you’re unlikely to damage them unless you shake my body, throw me, or something equally as ridiculous. Just sliding in with your small tip wouldn’t do do much at all.”
“Well, if you say so...”
The pressure against her entrance increased ten-fold at that, and she felt Phantasma gripping her even tighter. With an immensely loud and wet slurp, her folds gave way, allowing Phantasma’s entire shaft into her slick depths. She gasped as her walls involuntarily constricted around the sudden invader, her eggs shifting even further along her oviduct.
Phantasma slid into her well-lubricated passage until the thickest part of her dick stretched the entrance to her vagina, making her feel delightfully full. She felt Phantasma’s tip slip into her cervix-less womb. The slit deep within her spasmed around the thin intruder as waves of pleasure shot up her spine. The feelings were so great that she couldn’t hold her ovipositor in any longer, and it peaked out from its sheath against her will.
Minx started to panic as she felt pressure building up against the base of her ovipositor, her eggs shifting into their final position. “S-shit. Phantasma, try to cum as fast as you can! M-my eggs are coming, and by the feel of it...” She winced as the pressure grew. “I doubt it’ll be more than a minute!”
The rest of the changelings nodded, and quickly got into position next to Aphid and Mystique, massaging their privates as they masturbated.
Phantasma slid out of her with a moan and pushed right back in, quickly setting a rhythm of lewd smacks. She squeezed the hard flesh entering her as tightly as she could, panting as her orgasm built up faster than ever before. The pleasure increased as Phantasma nibbled her right wing, slathering her tongue all along the membrane.
It was going great, but a sudden brush against the base of her ovipositor sent an unexpected wave of pleasure up her spine. The contact made her lose control of what used to be her clitoral muscles, allowing a rush of fluids to seep out of her ovipositor, ending up all over the floor. The feeling was more pleasurable than anything she had ever felt, but against every instinct she had, she clenched down as hard as she could. The flow stopped before her eggs splattered across the ground.
Pleasure turned into an immensely uncomfortable pressure as she held in her eggs. “Dammit, Phantasma! I told you not to touch me there!” Minx snarled in anger. “You better cum in the next five seconds, or I swear I’ll wrap my magic around your testes and castrate you!”
Phantasma’s humps increased to frantic thrusts, further stimulating her slick insides. Sadly, the pleasure was overwritten by the unbearable pressure of holding in her eggs. It was like having to urinate, only you haven't gone for an entire day.
Coincidentally, nearly five seconds later, Phantasma plunged within her for the last time and moaned as a jet of burning hot seed shot straight into her womb. She saw stars as she felt her friend’s cum splatter inside of her, the sensation triggering an orgasm of her own. Her insides clenched and relaxed around Phantasma’s twitching member in a cycle of pleasurable peaks. The pleasure of the involuntary function, ironically, increased the pressure just as much as it dulled it. It made it much more difficult to focus on not letting her eggs spew forth.
After a good ten ropes of semen were pumped into her womb, and after the initial spurts had time to funnel down into her oviduct, she decided that her eggs had a good chance to get fertilized. So, she stepped forward, letting Phantasma’s dick slip out of her with a loud pop, then wobbled straight to Mystique’s behind with the intention of pumping her full of the eggs her body demanded she lay.
Minx mounted the changeling and pushed forward, her ovipositor poking against Mistique’s winking clitoris as a result of her bumbling thrusts. The contact caused her oviduct to dilate fully, her control of the muscle abruptly cutting off ad the pressure quickly turned to immense pleasure as a single egg started to squeeze out of her. Her mind went fuzzy as a massive amount of endorphins accompanied the feeling, making it impossible to stop the egg from traveling along her undulating ovipositor.
“Shit!” she exclaimed in panic. Minx frantically prodded Mystique's slit in an attempt to find her vaginal entrance, the first egg already halfway to escaping her body.
“Here, let me,” Mystique offered as she moved her rear downwards, perfectly aligning her dripping pussy with Minx’s ovipositor.
The sensation of wet lips around her tip urged her to grip Mystique’s hips and push inwards. Mystique’s slick insides easily gave way, swallowing her whole. The heat of Mystique's pussy was all around her, gripping her as she sunk deeper, the feelings making her head swim with pleasure. Her egg’s passage noticeably slowed as the tight walls constricted its progress. Trying to wriggle past the clenching friction, Minx pushed harder, and she felt her ovipositor slip into the entrance to Mystique’s womb.
As she held herself in place, she could vividly hear Mystique’s magic making slick slapping sounds as she jerked herself off. With a gasp, Mystique’s insides rapidly clenched and relaxed around her, almost sucking the first egg out of her. She looked between Mystique’s legs and watched as ropes of semen shot out of her penis, each load in sync with the contractions around her ovipositor.
The feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and with a moan of her own, the egg plopped right out of her and into Mystique’s womb. A flow of nutritional fluids pumped out after it before cutting off as her second egg started its journey. She pushed her hips forward, feeling her ovipositor’s tip touching her unborn child. With a rush of heavenly pleasure, her second egg plopped out right against the first.
Phantasma stepped up to Minx’s side, and curiously asked, “How does it feel?”
Minx turned to her friend with a grin. “By the All Mother, this is the best thing I have ever felt!” Her third egg dropped into her ovipositor, making her gasp.
Mystique chuckled before Phantasma could respond. “They always say that, but alas, I wouldn’t know. Also, try to make sure you pull out the instant you lay your third egg. It’s very easy for you to get lost in pleasure your first time, and you could stay in way too long! That wouldn’t be good for me or your eggs, especially considering how many you are expecting.”
Her third egg was almost out by the time Mystique finished talking. Seconds later, a burst of relief shot up her spine as the egg nestled itself next to its sisters. Another shot of nutritional fluid slipped out, but before her next egg was in position, she clenched down with her clitorial muscles and pulled all the way out of Mystique with a loud, wet plop.
The pressure returned, but luckily wasn’t as pronounced as before; most likely dulled by the pleasurable hormones circulating throughout her body. Her next batch of eggs were pushing against her insides, so she mounted the changeling next to Mystique, which happened to be Aphid, quickly finding her moist lips as she felt around her squishy behind. ‘Okay, two eggs for everyling, and three for Nectar. I can do this!’
She spread Aphid’s slick folds with her tip and entered the warmth of her insides with a shudder of delight, sinking all the way to her womb with little resistance. Unlike Mystique, Aphid seemed to have been further along in her masturbation than Mystique was, and so the initial thrust caused her to cum instantly. With a sigh, she relaxed her pelvic muscles, her fourth egg being coaxed out of her by Aphid’s pulsating cunt.
“Oooh, sooo good! This is always my favorite part!” Aphid moaned as her passage clenched hard and fast around Minx. Her egg slipped out of her and into the ling with the usual burst of pleasure, accompanied by a small volley of liquid. The second egg quickly followed suit and was implanted next to its sibling without a fuss.
“Wow, I could see the bulge of an egg as it entered the base of your dick! That’s so weird!” Phantasma chittered from behind her, staring at her privates.
“I-it’s not a dick, it’s an ovipositor!” Minx countered with a gasp as said ovipositor finished spewing out fluids.
“It’s a ‘fancy dick’ then,” Phantasma teased. “Hey, when you finish laying eggs can we have sex again? This whole thing is really turning me on. I’m soooo hard!”
She held in the next group of eggs, and pulled out of Aphid’s quivering twat, her walls clutching Minx in vain. “Are you serious? You’ve already came two times already!”
“Pleeease?” She begged with a short whimper.
The urge to finish laying her eggs built up, so she conceded, “Ugh, fine. Just let me finish.” An affirmative chirp responded, and her friend stayed silent. Now she was able to finally continue. Her insides quivered in anticipation.
Next in line was Chirp, his tail wagging in obvious delight. She noticed that more lubricant was drooling from his slit than the previous two changelings, meaning that he was obviously much more into this than the others. His green insides also peaked out from between his folds, his vagina slightly more puffy than the average changeling. Minx mounted his back and sighed as she slipped into his depths on her first try. Chirp moaned and pushed back, forcing Minx’s tip deep inside him. Only a second later, his cunt clenched hard around her twitching flesh.
“Ha! I’m coming all over the floor, as well as around you! So hot!” He exclaimed with a giggle, the vibrations transferring through his vagina.
Her sixth and seventh egg slipped out of her much more smoothly than the others, his rapid convulsions speeding them along even further. When she finished impregnating him, he started to rub his lower belly in, whispering something too softly for her to hear.
She pulled out of him, his insides gripping her even tighter than the others, and moved on to Luminous. In stark contrast to Chirp, her folds were taut and barely moist. Looking between Luminous’ legs, Minx noticed that her attempts at masturbating with her magic were lackluster at best.
“You might want to rub your dick harder because you’re not nearly wet enough,” Minx said while rearing up onto Luminous’ behind.
In response, Luminous looked over her shoulder, starting to jack off with a bit more enthusiasm, “Sorry, I was just thinking about Immure…” Luminous took a deep breath. “Please don’t report what happened! Immure reacted because she was too anxious, and didn’t think things through. I may have only known her for a few days, but I’m sure she’ll come crying to you later to apologize. It’s how she is.” She stared into Minx’s eyes, her expression almost pleading. “If you’ll let her?”
The pressure of holding in her eggs was starting to creep up on her again, but she thought well and hard about what Luminous said. “Alright, I won’t hold it against Immure. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them I only needed five broodlings, and the sixth was a mistake, so I said she could go home.” A burst of pain shot between her legs, making her wince. “A-anyways, I hope you’re aroused enough, because I really need to lay my eggs now.”
“Don't hold back on my account. Your eggs are more important than any discomfort I might feel by being too dry.”
“In that case, I’m going in now.” Minx rubbed her ovipositor across Luminous’ vulva, and got it as slick as it could get. It wasn’t a lot, but it would have to do. She pushed past her outer lips, the soft folds tightly holding onto her shaft. Luminous’ flesh clung to her own, resisting a lot of her progress. However, ample lubricant from the previous changelings allowed her to wriggle between the velvety walls. The friction of Luminous’ warm insides clenching around her triggered the next cycle of contractions and a single egg dropped into the base of her ovipositor, a wave of pleasure spreading throughout her body.
Luminous, meanwhile, fidgeted and winced as she was spread open, affecting her attempts at masturbation. “D-do you think you could take over for me? I can’t seem to bring myself pleasure, and at this rate I won’t cum around you…” Luminous admitted.
Through her eutrophic high and contracting muscles, Minx had an idea. “Actually, how about Phantasma lays on her back and let’s you fuck her? It would no doubt allow you to orgasm really quickly, and it would also cure Phantasma of her chronic need for sex.” Minx thought that was doubtful; Phantasma will most likely be horny only minutes later.
"Okay!” Both Luminous and Phantasma said, although Phantasma’s approval was a bit louder.
“Hurry, because my egg is almost out and I haven’t even made it to your womb yet!” Minx urged as she felt her egg slowly passing the midway point.
Phantasma didn’t waste any time in positioning herself under Luminous, wrapping her legs around the changeling. She scooted back, and Minx heard Luminous’ dick penetrate Phantasma with a tell-tail plop. Luminous’ insides tensed and relaxed around her, and Minx found that she was able to sink even deeper within the changeling’s tight snatch.
The movement of Luminous’ hips as she softly thrust into Phantasma pulled and squeezed along Minx’s ovipositor. Minx pushed ever harder at the feeling, penetrating Luminous’ womb with a shudder. Her first egg slipped into the changeling’s womb, accompanied by a deep sense of relief. As her body pumped out the usual fluids, Luminous’ insides suddenly tensed around her and rapidly spasmed, massaging Minx’s pseudo-cock with her powerful vaginal muscles..
“Yes, pump your seed into me!” Phantasma moaned as Luminous’ orgasm began.
The constant rippling sensation practically sucked the next egg out of Minx as she moaned, the egg being deposited right next to the other one.
She pulled out of Luminous’ now-soaked folds with a wet seal-breaking noise, subsequently forcing a gasp out of Luminous. Minx looked between their legs, noticing Phantasma’s pussy was filled with Luminous’ cock, the base madly pulsating as both of their anuses spasmed in sync with their orgasms. Her friend’s cum splattered against her own chest as her shaft was squished against her belly by their tight hold.
“Having fun you two?” Minx asked as she slid to Nectar’s rear. They just moaned, gripping each other tightly as Luminous softly humped into Phantasma. Good thing she wasn’t moving too much, otherwise she’d have to put a stop to it. Luminous was holding her bloodline, after all.
As she held in her final three eggs, she noticed that Nectar was looking down and to her right, eagerly watching the two changelings. Her nethers were dripping about as much as Chirp’s were, her chest rising and falling with every rapid breath as she pumped away at her cock. The motions caused her clitoris to flick lubricant into the air with every needy wink. Minx licked her fangs in anticipation as the need to lay her final clutch grew.
This was the last changeling, and she was pretty sure she could hold in the eggs a bit longer now that she’s had practice, so she felt that a little fun was in order. “Hey Nectar, think we can do this face to face? That won’t hurt the eggs, right?”
“No, that’s perfectly fine as long as it’s me on my back. Here, let me get into position,” Nectar said as she folded her legs under her and rolled onto her back. She let her forehooves dangle across her chest as she spread her hind legs, showing off her magically-grasped dick and drooling cunt. Her fluids quickly pooled along her anus and dribbled down her dock.
Minx stepped over Nectar and lowered herself hips-first, placing her hooves along each side of Nectar’s body, then stared into her deep-blue eyes. Soaked flesh made contact with the side of her organ, her ovipositor sliding between Nectar’s labia, the slick flesh radiating heat. Pushing it downwards, she aligned her tip with Nectar’s opening, and with phenomenal ease slipped into her slit in one go.
Nectar’s mouth opened in a fang-filled smile, a soft quiet gasp escaping her. She wrapped her hooves around Minx’s neck, pulling her even closer. This resulted in their belly’s squishing against one another, Nectar’s fleshy rod flexing as it became trapped between them.
Instead of just holding herself inside like the others, this time she had the urge to softly rock her hips back and forth. As she did, the hot clenching friction of Nectar’s insides gave her more pleasure than ever before, and she felt all three of her eggs press against each other as her contractions squeezed them into her ovipositor.
As the first egg passed into her opening, Nectar whispered, “C-could we kiss? I’ve never kissed anyling while they were implanting their eggs inside me before…” She looked away, her cheeks glowing slightly green as her ears folded back.
The thought of her tongue within Nectar’s mouth as her eggs were pumped deep into her was really appealing. So, she leaned in, sinking right into Nectar’s womb in the process, and licked the side of the blushing changeling’s face with a grin. Nectar responded by mashing her muzzle against Minx’s, her mouth opening with a silent gasp as they locked lips. Their tongues entwined as they swapped saliva, the feelings and tastes sending electric tingles up Minx’s spine.
Minx’s egg was only halfway to its goal, but then Nectar gave a deep moan into her mouth as her walls clamped around her ovipositor. Nectar's rapidly-pulsating member spewed ropes of cum between their bodies, making her squeeze her even tighter. The first egg of the final batch was coaxed along Nectar’s contracting insides, slipping out of her with a pleasurable wave of sensations.
As her second to last egg readied itself for insertion, Phantasma’s voice came from their left side, “Hey, Nectar. I, um, have a strange request, but could I put my dick in your butt while Minx is laying her last eggs? I want to see if I can feel them push your rectum’s walls.”
Nectar detached from the kiss with a gasp and looked at the still erect changeling in slight confusion. “Sure... but how are you still hard? Haven’t you already orgasmed, like, three times?”
“That’s a secret~” Phantasma responded in a sing-song manner as she wasted no time in positioning herself behind them. Minx just rolled her eyes as she returned to making out with Nectar.
Phantasma’s hind legs scooted under Minx, then she plopped her fore legs against her haunches. She felt her friend’s dick slide against her ovipositor, and along the edges of Nectar’s pussy, no doubt in an attempt to lube up. Moments later, Nectar’s orgasming insides clenched even tighter, and she gave a throaty moan into her mouth. There was a slight bulge along the underside of Nectar’s internal walls that Minx assumed was the tip of Phantasma’s member. The bulge went even deeper, Nectar’s insides clenching up tighter and tighter, until Phantasma bottomed out with shaky breaths.
“Wow, your butt is so tight, Nectar!” Phantasma exclaimed with excitement as she held herself still. Minx’s egg progressed ever so slightly slower at the sudden tightness, her pleasure increasing by a noticeable amount.
“T-this is too weird!” Nectar stuttered out as she broke the kiss once more. “I’ve never felt this full in my life! It’s sooo good!” She finished with a huge grin, her tongue lolling out of her muzzle with a contented squint to her eyes.
A sudden burst of pleasure assaulted Minx’s nethers, causing her to almost black out. She flexed rapidly within Nectar, and her egg shot down her ovipositor and right out of her tip, her final egg not far behind the jet of fluids that followed.
“Damn, Minx, I felt that all the way in here!” Phantasma said with a chuckle.
Minx just moaned and arched her back, the final egg moving along her sensitive insides driving her mad. “I wish you could feel this, because it’s sooo much better than regular sex!”
“Yep, the perks of being a changeling!” Chirp said, and it was in that moment that Minx realized the others were watching them, all resting on their sides.
Minx let out a deep throaty moan as her final egg slipped out of her ovipositor’s sore tip, followed by the final load of nutritional fluids covering her eggs. She rubbed herself against her unborn children in a strange urge to show that she was there, then pulled out of Nectar with a shuddering gasp.
She wobbled a bit as she tried to stay standing, but as her pleasure decreased, so did the adrenaline flowing through her. With a groan, she grew lightheaded and collapsed right onto her back, feeling more exhausted than she ever had.
“Minx! Are you okay!?” Phantasma shouted as she slipped out of Nectar’s ass with a wet plop, moving to her side.
“Don’t worry, Minx is just exhausted due to how taxing it is to lay that many eggs. She just needs some rest, and then she’ll be fine,” Mystique assured her.
Phantasma replied with something, but Minx tuned her out, her eyes closing as everything became heavy. The floor felt amazing to her muddled mind, so with a contented sigh, she dozed off.
