Loud, wet slaps echoed throughout the rundown motel’s dark bedroom; its single, tattered bed squeaking with each drop of Vista’s rump. The brown stallion she was riding thrust his hips upwards in time with her motions, his face aglow with obvious delight and his emotions gushing lust like a faucet—and who could blame him? He was getting the bucking of his life from a beautiful mare, her golden mane and gleaming white coat the envy of many mares. The perks of having absolute control over your complexion.
“Oh, Celestia... This is exactly what I needed, “ Vista said while biting her lip, never ceasing her fervent motions atop the shaggy stallion’s lap. “Your cock is almost too good! I can hardly believe how big it is.” He obviously appreciated the disgustingly cheesy dialogue, if his suddenly tooth-filled grin was any indication. It was all a lie, of course—his equipment wasn’t nearly long enough to scratch her innermost depths, let alone give her more than a tingle of pleasure. In fact, his short dick was barely halfway inside her.
Well… that might have been unfair. He wasn’t small, per se—his thickness more than made up for his lack of length—but while he might have been able to satisfy a pony, her insides just weren’t quite built for that kind of stimulation to be satisfactory. After all, changeling’s most sensitive nerves were focused at the entrance to their womb.
“B-buck, I’m gonna burst,” the stallion stuttered out as his cock flared within her depths, his blue eyes beginning to glaze over. The increase in girth actually gave her a smidgen of true pleasure as she was stretched to her limit. It wasn’t that much better than before, but now she could feel the individual ridges and veins of his member becoming more pronounced. If only he was longer, then maybe she could have gotten off.
“I can finish in your ass, right?” he asked suddenly while gazing into her eyes, his breathing growing more rapid as his emotions spiraled out of control, a smidgen of misplaced love wafting from him. She knew that getting off if he finished anally would be next to impossible but the increase in lust and other positive emotions would be well worth it... Besides, anal costs extra.
Vista clenched his stallionhood with her powerful muscles and gave him a flirtatious wink. He swooned at the gesture, his dick twitching madly within her.
“Sure thing, big boy.” She gave him a serious look, pausing her motions for a moment. He whined as she rested against his lap, her fluids leaking from their union. “Just know that it’s an extra ten bits.”
“T-that’s fine,” he croaked out, his emotions showing slight impatience and anticipation. She smirked. Who am I to keep him waiting if he’s willing to pay?
“You’re in for a treat,” Vista said with a wink. She lifted herself off his lap with a loud pop, the removal of his flare tugging on her walls. Her insides trembled at the sudden lack of stallion meat, but she ignored the void and began sliding her slit along his rock-hard length. His cock was already nice and slick with her fluids but it never hurt to be sure.
Raising her tail even higher than it already was, she leaned back until she could feel his flare scraping along the rim of her tailhole. The muscle spasmed at the contact and she took a deep breath and tried to relax. She could feel the pressure increasing as her anus was compressed by his wide flare, but no matter how hard she pushed, it just wouldn’t enter. Even with the ample amount of her natural lubricant covering his flare.
This didn’t seem to deter the stallion, though, as he gripped her haunches tightly and pressed his tip firmly against her puckered ponut. “S-so soft… so w-warm,” he uttered in a whisper. “I-I can’t take it!”
Vista gasped as the rush of his warmth immediately filled her, the event followed by a sequence of less powerful spurts. Each blast of cum forcefully parted her anus, until finally, she was able to wriggle the pulsating, throbbing cock inside her in one swift go. It stretched her almost painfully, but after the massive flare slipped past her tight ring, the rest of him sunk inside with lewd plop.
His balls impacted her dock once he bottomed out, the contact sending tingles throughout her nethers and causing her clitoris to wink. Sadly, that was about all the tactile illusion of her clitoris was useful for, as it didn't have much in way of feeling. If only she didn’t have to keep her ovipositor tucked away, then maybe she could have had some fun. Oh well, she might as well try to give him more pleasure regardless of her own. After all, it was her job to satisfy him to the best of her abilities. The stallion was also most generous with his emotions.
“How’s my ass feel around your thick cock, hmm?” she asked with a grin, squeezing him tightly at the question. “Does it feel good to cum inside perfection?” A bit of boosting never hurt anypony.
He responded along with a blast of emotional energy, grinning like a loon. “Celestia, yes! You feel amazing.” His stallionhood twitched as he spoke, spewing cum deep within her rump. Her insides quivered at the strange, yet familiar, heat. “S-so tight.”
Vista nuzzled his cheek, slipping halfway off his dick in the process, getting a glorious meal of affection as he nuzzled back. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She made sure to squeeze around him at her statement, his thick cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat. “I would buck you all day if I could.”
In an action that surprised her, the stallion removed his hooves from her flank and placed them behind her head. Just as she was wondering what he was doing, he began to stroke her mane. She leaned into it, the action feeling quite nice. So good in fact that she pulled him in for a deep kiss, as she felt he deserved a little extra for the thoughtful gesture. The stallion’s eyes widened as her tongue slipped past his lips in one swift motion, the organ eagerly exploring his mouth. He quickly got lost in the kiss himself, moaning as she brushed her tongue along his.
She felt his orgasm die down during their make-out session, his length softening after a few final spurts. Her anus still clutched him tightly, but with a loud pop, she was able to pull off of him. Semen oozed out her used hole, the warm fluids quickly cooling as they slid down the crack of her labia. Hmm, seems like my job is done.
After breaking the kiss and taking a deep breath, she stared into the partially shut eyes of the pony she didn't even know the name of. A string of saliva was the only evidence of their previously locked lips; even that was severed with a wave of her hoof. She straddled his belly and licked her lips, her slit resting against his stomach. The stallion’s own cum leaked out of her ponut and down onto his sheath. He breathed loudly, a permanent grin plastered onto his face, his hooves still caressing her mane.
“Well, that was fun,” she stated with a wink. “That’ll be thirty-five bits.”
Vista plopped her rump onto the couch and groaned. “Ugh! Today was so boring!” In a burst of green flames, her disguise burned away, allowing her deceptively fragile wings to unfold. It felt invigorating to stretch them after being cooped up in an illusion for so long. Orgasmic, even. “Ahh, much better.”As she spread herself across the couch with a sigh, she felt her hoof collide with something.
“What the hay, Vista!” the other changeling screeched as she roughly pushed Vista’s leg away, her wings buzzing in irritation. “Couldn’t you tell I was napping?”
“Whoops. Didn’t see you there, Wisp. You kind of blend in with the couch.” She gave the angry changeling a nervous grin, her fin-like ears folded back in submission. “No hard feelings, right?”
Wisp rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I would ask that you watched where you put your legs, but that didn’t stop you the last gazillion times.”
“Hey, I get tired after bucking ponies all day, you know?” she said with a shrug. “Messes with my perception.” That wasn’t entirely true. While she may have been sore and needed to rest her plot (stallions seemed to love anal), she was anything but tired. In fact, she was feeling quite energized.
Wisp gave her an incredulous look. “Tired? With all the love you gather each day? Please. If anyone should be exhausted, it’s me. My job takes a lot out of me.” Her wings twitched in agitation. “Unlike you, I don’t have the good fortune of accumulating lust the entire time.”
Vista snorted. “Oh, sure. Being a nurse is soooo tough!” Wisp glared at her, to which Vista put her forehooves up in surrender. “Jeez, I’m only kidding! I know how hard your job can be.”
Wisp glared at the insufferable changeling for a few more moments, but with a defeated sigh, she conceded that staying angry wouldn’t accomplish anything. It was only an accident. Even if it happened far, far too often.
“Fine. I just— oh,” she gasped at the sudden pressure in her gut and reached a hoof down to her lower belly.
Vista’s ears shot straight up. “Was that your eggs? Please tell me your eggs are shifting!” she exclaimed with growing excitement.
Ovipositors—and by proxy oviposition—were extremely sexy to changelings. And for good reason; how else would they be encouraged to breed properly? But for Vista, it was more. Her daily routine consisted of what she considered boring pony sex, so anything to spice it up was something she looked forward to.
Wisp winced as the pre-laying cramps grew in intensity. “Y-yeah. I think they are—ah—about to come out. You want to receive them again?” she asked her friend, already knowing the answer.
“Well duh,” Vista said. “But I want to try something different this time. Something kinky.” What she had in mind wasn’t anything they had tried before. It wasn’t a given, but she was pretty sure Wisp would be fine with it. She just hoped it felt as good as she imagined it would.
Wisp hummed in consideration. “Define kinky.”
“Oh, I dunno.” She twirled a hoof. “I was thinking it would be hot if you stuck your ovipositor into mine and I received your eggs that way.” Wisp’s eyes widened, not expecting that at all. “How’s that for kinky?”
Wisp’s ovipositor slipped from her secondary slit at the thought, the pulsating organ unfolding to its maximum length. It was in plain sight, but she didn’t bother to hide it. She quite enjoyed the now glazed look in Vista’s eyes as she stared at her equipment.
“I’m not against the idea,” Wisp assured her friend. “It’s just... how would it even fit? We’re both the same size!”
Vista dismissed the question with a wave of her hoof, her gaze still locked on Wisp’s crotch. “Ovipositors are made to stretch, you know that; I’m pretty confident you could squeeze inside. You only have to get me ready. I passed eggs a few days ago, after all.” A sly grin spread across Vista’s muzzle at the reminder. “Speaking of which, I still can’t believe you swallowed all my eggs! Sorry you got sick, though.” Vista looked away. “You got, uh, really full.”
Wisp felt ill at the memory. “Don’t remind me...”
In an attempt to get the conversation back on track, Vista got onto her back and spread her legs, showing off her genital slit and her wet labia plates. Wisp blushed at the sight, her ovipositor throbbing with desire.
“So, how about you coax my ovipositor out of its sheath and we’ll see what happens from there, hmm?” She placed her hooves on either side of her ovipositor’s sheath and pulled the slit apart, revealing the folded up sex organ just within her tight opening. The green flesh wasn’t soft like an unaroused penis. Instead, it had a muscle that pulled taut whenever the body was ready to lay eggs, ejecting the ovipositor out of the body all at once. This meant it was extremely flexible despite its firmness, allowing it to bend in almost any direction while still being hard enough to penetrate all the way to a changeling’s womb. In that regard, it was similar to a dolphin penis. While some changelings could learn to consciously control their ovipositor, Vista was not among them, which meant her genital slit would need to be stimulated just right. Something Wisp was really good at.
Wisp stared at the compact ovipositor nestled within her friend’s body, the sight making her grow wet. Her eggs shifted a bit more as well, now pushing against the base of her own ovipositor. The initial cramps had vanished, as the eggs weren’t traveling down her oviduct anymore, and instead were replaced by a burning need to breed.
“I-I guess we can try it, Vista,” she eventually said, the idea growing in appeal... There was just one problem. “But on the couch? Wouldn’t that be uncomfortable?
“Pfft, we’ve done it on the floor before, and you’re worried about the couch? Please.”
Wisp sighed and conceded to her point. “Just let me get you ready, okay?”
Vista hoof-pumped at her successes. “I knew you’d be up for it, Wispy!” Wisp smiled at Vista’s enthusiasm and made her way between the changeling’s legs. As expected, Vista’s shimmering, black folds were already drenched; fluids dripped down the crack of her labia plates and pooled in and around her anus. Even though the sight resulted in a twitch between her legs as her body burned with desire, Wisp’s real target was just a tad higher, right where Vista’s clitoris would be winking in arousal if she weren’t currently an infiltrator.
As an infiltrator, Vista’s clitoris served a completely different function than to attract mates. Instead, it was inside her genital slit and served as the muscle which controlled the flow of eggs and if the ovipositor was erect or not. The correct touch along various pressure points would result in the muscle spasming in just the right way, causing the ovipositor to eject from her pouch fully erect. A changeling’s tongue was the perfect tool for the job.
While Vista held herself open, Wisp took the opportunity to nuzzle the stretchy slit, giving the outer edges a single lick with her serpentine tongue. Vista clenched her thighs together and softly cooed at the contact. Wisp was gentle at first, not wanting to overstimulate her best friend as she knew all too well how sensitive an ovipositor was. But eventually, and with another few licks to ease Vista into the sensations that were to follow, Wisp wriggled her tongue into Vista’s genital slit and carefully wrapped her mouth around the tucked away ovipositor. The organ pulsed in her wet grip and Vista grew ever more sporadic as Wisp carefully moved her tongue into contact with the various trigger points.
The feeling of Wisp’s tongue wrapped around her ovipositor was almost indescribable. It was an invasive warmth as the slick length of flesh snaked around her extremely sensitive insides, the wriggling motion making her head swim from sheer pleasure. It was extremely hard to think, let alone keep control over her limbs.
Wisp stared into Vista’s eyes as she went even deeper, taking note of Vista’s dazed look. She loved giving pleasure. Once her muzzle made contact with Vista’s inverted sheath, she gave the slit a long and hard kiss as she tensed her tongue in preparation to receive Vista’s ovipositor. Now in position, all it took was one powerful flex to trigger the dormant muscles, causing the entire ovipositor to burst into her mouth. The long and thin organ hit the back of her throat as Vista’s body shook at the forced action.
“A-ah, f-fuck, that felt weird,” Vista gasped out as her pelvic muscles spasmed in the aftershock, feeling as if she had a single powerful orgasm that only lasted for a single contraction. She was intimately aware of Wisp’s mouth around her ovipositor, the unbelievably wet and soft warmth making her jerk her hips a bit. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this method, but damn, it if doesn’t feel good!”
While Wisp could have spat out Vista’s ovipositor and gotten straight to the main event, she instead started to rapidly swallow around the length in her mouth, enjoying the shocked and pleased gasps of the other changeling. She loved how it tickled her throat with each gulp, every suck causing Vista’s wings to audibly buzz. She grew absolutely drenched at the intimacy of it all, her body begging for something to fertilize her eggs before they were laid.
Clenching her thighs together in an attempt to counter some of her desire, she began to bob her head. The results were instant as Vista moaned and arched her back, encouraging Wisp to go even faster. Vista’s fluids were starting to leak from her ovipositor, the sweet taste electrifying her taste buds.
“O-oh, Wisp, yes,” Vista breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper, the constant stimulation overwhelming. The tight lips which glided across her shaft, the warm and slippery cheeks that occasionally brushed against her ovipositor, and even the back of Wisp’s throat were like nirvana to Vista. She could feel her orgasm rapidly approaching, her mind turning to mush.
Wisp set her hooves against Vista’s thighs, massaging the hard chitin as the ovipositor began to twitch in her mouth. She engulfed the long, pulsating organ until it would go no further, the very tip tickling her esophagus.
“You’re d-deeper than usual,” Vista said as Wisp’s hot, tight throat constricted around her like a womb.
Wisp responded to her statement by giggling, the vibrations traveling through Vista’s ovipositor and cranking up the pleasure to unheard of levels. She arched her back as she neared her peak, her gut feeling like goo as her nethers tightened. The pressure was building, and she knew her climax was going to feel amazing.
She wasn’t prepared for what Wisp did next.
Wisp pulled halfway off of Vista’s shaft, then plunged all the way to the base, making Vista squeak. Again, and again Wisp swallowed the ovipositor whole, each messy gulp resulting in a loud slurp. Each bob of her head went deeper than the last until Wisp felt the ovipositor tickling the very back of her throat, the organ unable to go any further. Naturally, It didn’t take long for Vista to reach her peak and explode down Wisp’s throat, a tremendous amount of semen-like liquid ejecting forth from the contracting shaft.
“F-fuck,” Vista uttered as she thrust her hips upwards in response to the rapid contractions she was experiencing, the sensation of pumping nutritional fluid down Wisp’s throat making it hard to think. Each pulse was like a beacon, signaling her brain to generate a wave of intense pleasure between her legs. She inched a hoof between her legs and started rubbing her quivering cunt, intensifying the phenomenal feeling.
Wisp swallowed the sweet fluid for as long she could, but had to pull away once her lungs burned for oxygen. Each inch of the ovipositor was intimately felt as she dislodged it from her throat, the fleshy shaft pumping out an uninterrupted stream of semen-like liquid. Now that she wasn’t actively swallowing, the green fluid began to overflow her mouth, dribbling between her lips.
With a gasp, she let the organ slide out of her mouth with a loud, wet plop. Unheeded, the shaft continued to pump fluids against her muzzle, spraying her lips, cheek, and nose with the viscous substance. Without a moment of indecision, she extended her tongue and lapped up Vista’s cum from the source, making sure to occasionally wriggle her tongue deep inside the stretchy hole, partly blocking the flow. Wisp enjoyed the increase in pressure as the fluids seeped past her tongue. The sweet taste was also a bonus.
“Sweet Celestia!” Vista exclaimed as her orgasm ended with one final spurt against Wisp’s tongue. Wisp’s ears flicked in irritation at the loud noise. “Are you trying to be this hot?”
Yanking her tongue out of Vista’s used tip—making the satisfied changeling shiver as the wet, wiggling length scraped along her insides during the extraction—Wisp tilted her head and tried to appear innocent.
“Maybe,” Wisp said in a sing-song manner, making sure to stick her tongue out until it was just barely peaking through her fangs. “Or maybe I’m just naturally—”
She was cut off by the powerful sensation of her eggs shifting, the pressure begging to be released as a single egg pushed against the inside of her ovipositor. It was time; there was no way she could wait any longer, the urge was too strong.
“Get on the floor and present yourself!” Wisp demanded in a rising tone. “Make sure you hold your ovipositor backwards so I can slip in.”
With a nod, Vista climbed down from the couch and stepped onto the rug. She then faced away from Wisp and raised her rear high into the air, showing off her hung ovipositor and slick folds. Vista grasped the organ in her magic and bent it backward, presenting her quivering opening to the gravid, fertile changeling. The thought of receiving her friend’s eggs in such a kinky manner caused her to shiver with anticipation.
Wisp swallowed hard at the new view of her friend’s rear. Vista’s rigid labia lips were parted just enough to reveal her soaked, green insides. She could peer just far enough inside her vaginal opening to witness each and every clench, Vista’s drooling pussy practically begging to be pumped full of eggs. Just as hot was Vista’s anus, the taut, black muscle protruding from under her hiked tail, extremely inviting. It even twitched occasionally, the wrinkled star folding inwards, revealing just how tight it truly was. But no, her true target was further down. Right at the end of Vista’s vulva was her thick ovipositor, dripping with fluids and gaping wide enough to reveal its ribbed, muscular interior.
“You know, you’re pretty sexy yourself,” Wisp praised while mounting Vista, making sure not to put too much weight on the changeling. “If I wasn’t so close to laying, I don’t think I could have resisted eating out your cute little butt.” Moving her hips higher, Wisp aligned her throbbing ovipositor with Vista’s own and gasped as her sensitive tip brushed against the heated opening. “F-fuck, I’m sensitive right now.”
The green glow around Vista’s horn flickered. “Me too,” Vista gasped with her tongue lolling out, her wings buzzing in obvious anticipation. She looked over her shoulder. “P-please.” At the look of need in her friend’s eyes, along with the pressure of her eggs begging to be laid, Wisp slowly pushed forward, slipping the head of her ovipositor into Vista’s own, clenching tip.
They both gasp at the penetration, and in Wisp’s case, the heat and tightness felt exactly like the most inner depths of a changeling’s vagina. Naturally, this uncanny sensation triggered a release of endorphins in Wisp’s brain as her first egg shifted into the base of her ovipositor.
Vista, meanwhile, squeezed her eyes shut at the initial penetration; the girth was much greater than she expected, stretching her tip and resulting in both a burst of pleasure and a sharp ache. Her body just wasn’t prepared to be penetrated this way. However, she expected it to feel amazing soon. Using her magic, she held herself steady and spread her tip just enough to allow Wisp to sink even deeper, wincing at the sudden sense of fullness. It didn’t take long for her body to get used to the sensation, the ache quickly morphing into a deep pleasure that reminded her of egg laying. The warmth of her friend’s ovipositor in her own already felt extremely weird, and it wasn’t even halfway in yet.
“My eggs are coming!” Wisp gasped, sinking even deeper into Vista’s hot, clenching ovipositor with a loud squelch. Vista easily accommodated her length, almost as if her insides were actively trying to suck her in. Wisp tightly clung to the other changeling’s waist, knowing that if she let go she might just collapse with pleasure. “I-I didn’t think you would feel this good... oh, fuck!” Shakily, she thrust forward, slipping as far into the slippery depths as she could.
Vista moaned as she felt the very base of Wisp’s shaft slip past her tip, officially signaling that Wisp had bottomed out within her. It was a sense of fullness she had never felt before, sending tingles through her vagina, down to her legs and into her hooves, and to the tips of her wings, making them buzz slightly. She realized that Wisp’s ovipositor must be longer than her own because she could feel the tip poking something inside her, causing her to feel the urge to lay eggs, even though she was empty at the moment. It was such a unique experience.
“H-how do I feel, Wisp?” Vista asked, trying to keep her voice steady despite the pseudo-cock buried deeply in her ovipositor. She wasn’t sure she succeeded.
Wisp couldn’t respond, the sensations too much for her. She tightened her hold around Vista’s torso as her first egg began its journey out of her, which gloriously stretched the base of her ovipositor. Looking down, she saw that Vista’s own ovipositor was stretching for her egg, the green flesh deforming to accommodate the increase in girth. Wisp saw stars as Vista’s flesh undulated around her, engulfing her ovipositor and drawing her egg in faster than it otherwise would have.
“Oh, wow, Wisp.” Vista’s legs almost gave out as she felt the bump of the egg through Wisp’s tube, the reverse oviposition stroking her insides as it traveled deeper, headed for her most inner depths. How it would feel when it reached its destination was a mystery to Vista but she was looking forward to it. “This feels so weird,” she whispered at the strangely unique, yet familiar, sensation. She could only imagine what Wisp was feeling right now.
Wisp held herself inside her friend, losing herself to the blissful sensation of Vista’s clenching warmth. It didn’t take long for her first egg to finally slip out of her and into Vista’s body, sending a rush of pleasure through her, along with torrents of changeling honey. She moaned as she ejaculated, before groaning as the sensation stopped as soon as it began, her next egg shifting into her ovipositor.
A tight knot formed in Vista’ gut as she received Wisp’s first egg and ejaculation fluid, making her feel gloriously bloated. Then the next egg came, spreading her once more until, with a burst of relief, the egg plopped out right next to its sister. The pressure build, now feeling exactly like she had to lay eggs. Most likely because she now had eggs inside her. Then the third egg came, and the fourth. Each one making her feel fuller than the last. However, the feeling wasn’t enough to orgasm. She needed release. And to get that release, she knew what she had to do: lay Wisp’s eggs in the changeling’s own womb.
Taking a deep breath, Vista walked forward, wincing as her ovipositor yanked her backwards due to how tightly it clung to Wisp’s shaft. Trying again, she pulled even harder, and with the loud glop of a vacuum breaking, the other changeling’s ovipositor slipped free from Vista’s now gaping tube.
Hearing a loud gasp of disappointment, along with Wisp’s frantic attempts to hold onto her, Vista turned around and saw the bump of Wisp’s sixth egg was almost out of her. “S-sorry,” Vista apologized to the unsatisfied changeling lying on the ground, looking up at her with confusion and hurt. “Just stay right there; I have an idea!”
“Just hurry!” Wisp begged, clutching her ovipositor in her hooves to try and warm her rapidly cooling shaft. It wasn’t working. She had no idea what Vista had planned, but if it didn’t involve a hot, tight, and slippery orifice, she would be pissed. Vista turned around again and raised her tail; green fluids oozed from her gaping ovipositor, her labia tightly pressed together as fluids dribbled down the crack. A flash of green light engulfed the labia plates, which quickly faded to reveal raw green flesh instead of dark, rigid chitin.
Vista looked over her shoulder. “Hey, uh, could you make your folds soft too?” she asked. “I want the penetration to be quick and easy.” Putting two and two together, Wisp figured out what Vista had planned and, as such, grew excited. Their egg cycles were never in sync, so they could never try this kind of thing... Until now.
Grinning, Wisp changed the texture and color of her labia with a quick flash of magic, allowing her to feel the room’s cool air against her now unprotected flesh. “Done,” she said. “Now do it!” This is going to feel amazing, Wisp thought.
Vista lowered herself onto Wisp’s lap and gasped as Wisp’s ovipositor brushed against her soaking-wet cunny. Looking between her legs, she lined up her own ovipositor with Wisp’s bright-green snatch, feeling the heat even though they weren't even touching yet. Wisp’s eggs shifted inside of her, begging to be released into the mother they came from.
To Wisp, the sight of Vista’s fleshy lips parting ever-so-slightly for her ovipositor was mesmerizing. Her tip was poking against the slick entrance to Vista’s vagina, the folds hugging around her shaft as she was hotdogged between the soft crack of Vista’s labia. She couldn’t wait any longer; her next egg was spreading the tip of her ovipositor, moments away from being laid.
In an urgent motion, Wisp grabbed Vista’s hind legs and forced her all the way down onto her lap, allowing herself to be consumed by Vista’s clenching heat. Wisp arched her back as the connection between their hips also forced her own snatch to be filled with Vista’s ovipositor, the sudden fullness triggering an orgasm throughout her neglected vagina.
Wisp pulled Vista’s flanks down until the changeling’s shiny black carapace bumped against her own with a clang, their ovipositors now consequently buried within the other’s muscular womb. Vista’s insides gripped her sensitive shaft; the warmth and slippery tightness of the muscular passage sent cascades of rippling pleasure throughout her body. She could feel her next egg spreading her tip, and she firmly clutched Vista’s thighs as her egg was inserted deep into Vista’s tight womb. Unexpectedly, Vista’s pussy clamped down and started to rhythmically contract the moment the egg plopped inside. She grinned. The feeling of the egg must have set her off.
“Yessssss!” Vista hissed as her peak shot through her body, her wings buzzing involuntarily. It felt amazing to clench around an ovipositor while buried to the sheath in her friend’s womb. Even better, the eggs she borrowed from Wisp were being carried out of her by the rapid contractions. But instead of a single egg, all four of them were coming out all at once due to the pressure of her fluids, easily spreading her used ovipositor. She gyrated her ass against Wisp’s lap, stimulating both of them and coercing a moan out of Wisp.
Propping herself up, Wisp wrapped her forelegs around Vista’s waist and pulled her close, earning a yelp from the surprised changeling. Vista’s wings were now buzzing against her chest, the insectile limbs painting a tantalizing target. She gave one of Vista’s fluttering wings a long lick, causing the delicate membrane to cease its rapid movement and flex outwards as if holding still so she could lick it again. Grinning, that was exactly what she did, even going so far as to plop the sensitive edges into her mouth and nibble up and down the entire wing.
“Oh, fuck, Wisp!” Vista moaned as she held her wing still for Wisp’s mind-numbingly awesome ministrations. “Don’t stop!” The wet heat of Wisp’s mouth moved on to her other wing, and Vista panted due to the delicate and gentle way Wisp serviced her. Without much warning, another one of Wisp’s eggs was implanted into her womb, the suddenness of it making her clench down in surprise. The heaviness of the egg and the warmth of the fluid which followed was one of the most fulfilling sensations she had ever felt. Her own eggs continued to slowly travel up her shaft as Wisp’s heated insides squeezed and quivered around her.
Releasing the now soaked wing, allowing it to buzz, Wisp hugged Vista even tighter and licked the nape of her neck before going in for a deep kiss between the changeling’s neck-plates. She sucked the soft skin of Vista’s neck and planted gentle kisses up and around the changeling’s chin and cheeks, forcing adorable little chirps out of Vista, her tongue dangling from her mouth as she panted and moaned from pleasure. Vista shuddered at the slobbery kisses; her vagina squeezed rhythmically, making her heated insides that much more snug.
Wisp’s long tongue probed around her cheek and prodded at her lips, so Vista turned her head until she was gazing into Wisp’s half-lidded eyes and opened her mouth in order to receive her friend’s long tongue. Taking the invitation, Wisp mashed herself against Vista’s muzzle and they both moaned as they coiled their tongues together, the slippery touch making Vista’s nethers tingle, a blast of love being shared between the both of them. The intimate kiss was the push Vista’s ovipositor needed to expel her borrowed eggs.
Gasping out of the kiss, long tongue flailing from Wisp’s slick mouth, Vista urgently said, “I-I’m going to cum!” Technically, she was already in the throes of an orgasm, but the feeling of her first egg slipping from her used tip triggered another one before the first had even ended. “I’m laying your eggs inside you! By the All-Mother, it feels so good!” Due to how close together the eggs were, all four of them were pumped out of Vista and into Wisp’s quivering womb in the span of a few seconds. Vista reinitiated their kiss and pushed her tongue as deep into Wisp’s throat as it could go, the clenching esophagus the perfect compliment to Wisp’s clenching pussy.
Now that Vista was devoid of eggs, she leaned back until her ovipositor slipped out of Wisp’s tight womb and vagina with a loud, wet pop. She then swiveled one-eighty degrees while Wisp’s ovipositor was still deep inside her own womb, the rotation allowing Vista to experience a unique circular friction within her snatch. Vista’s ovipositor now rested between their bellies as they laid face-to-face, the used organ as hard as ever as it leaked green fluid all over her chest. This new position also meant that their previously awkward sideways kiss was a lot easier on both their necks, allowing them to wrap their hooves around the other and lean into the kiss fully.
As they kissed, Wisp couldn’t help but focus on the feeling of the four eggs shifting inside her womb. Her own eggs. She felt perfectly bloated, the warmth and pressure sending her flashes of delightful tingles. However, she knew they were most likely going to ooze out of her vagina the moment she stood up, as Vista’s currently non-ovulating body wasn’t producing any resin that could have kept them in place.
Her final egg stretched her tip oh-so-well, and Wisp moaned into the kiss as the tough, rubbery orb slipped out of her and plopped next to its sisters. The warmth of the eggs pressing against her ovipositor sent her into a frenzy of pleasure, urging her to wriggle her hips in order to get just a bit closer to her clutch. She took a few moments to hump against her squishy eggs, loving how they clung to her shaft. Then she felt it: the release of pressure she had been waiting for, spreading throughout her nethers and begging to be freed.
Wisp shivered in bliss as she instinctively pulled her tip out Vista’s womb and ejaculated against the entrance, coating it with a mixture of fluids that would solidify and keep her unfertilized clutch safely contained within Vista’s body. Almost instantly after she finished, her ovipositor began to retract back into her body, yet Vista’s insides tightly gripped it, extending her pleasure for a bit longer. But with loud, wet glop, her over-sensitive organ slipped from between Vista’s slippery lips, along with a gush of their various fluids.
Breaking from their kiss once her ovipositor was completely sheathed, Wisp stared into Vista’s tired, blue eyes. “Ever thought about becoming a broodling?” she asked, giving her a teasing wink. “You seem to be really good at it.” Vista let out a snort before rolling onto her back with a sigh, revealing to Wisp her retracting ovipositor.
“Ha ha—very funny coming from the changeling with her own eggs .” At the remark, Vista placed a hoof against Wisp’s lower belly and pressed down, forcing Wisp to feel the tell-tale sensation of her eggs pressing against the exit of her womb. She was positive that if Vista pushed hard enough the eggs would slide right out of her.
Wisp laughed and gave Vista a playful shove. “Alright, alright!” she conceded. “We’d both make great broodlings. This is pretty great” With a pleased sigh, she laid down next to Vista. “I feel so full.”
Vista let out a snort at that. “You think you feel full? I’m pretty sure you pumped, like, a dozen eggs in me!” She knew she was exaggerating, but it honestly felt like she would burst from how many eggs Wisp laid inside her. It was a good thing they weren’t fertilized, else this would have been an entirely different conversation. Most likely a lot more cursing.
Wisp snuggled against the other changeling’s shell. “So, what do you want to do next?” she asked as they cuddled.
“First, I’d like to get off the floor,” Vista responded. Contrary to her words, she nuzzled her chin into the side of Wisp’s neck and stayed put. “No matter how comfortable this rug is...” They both just held onto each other even tighter, their hind-legs interlocking as they laid belly-to-belly, basking in the other’s body warmth.
“You sure?” Wisp asked as she returned her friend’s embrace by resting her cheek against Vista’s head, making sure to avoid the horn. “Because you’re getting pretty clingy.” Wisp loudly yawned and, moments later, Vista also let out a decently volumed yawn of her own.
Vista smacked her lips as her yawn finished and weekly nudged Wisp’s chest. “Hey, don’t yawn,” she demanded before falling victim to another yawn. “You’re... making me… tired...” With one final yawn that ended in a soft chirp, Vista closed her eyes and immediately dozed off. Wisp wasn’t too far off either, exhausted as she was. The warmth of her friend’s belly against hers, along with the comforting feeling of being so close to another creature, wasn’t making it easy to stay awake. So why fight it?
Letting her eyes close, Wisp listened to the soothing sound of Vista’s soft chirps and quickly followed her friend into the land of dreams.
