The Life Within  (scifi, preg, eggs, oviposition, tf)
by Dragonfly
© 2007

Artais stirred in her bed, then took a deep breath and opened her eyes sleepily. 
She blinked a couple of times, then flipped back the covers and used the 
bathroom. Then she remembered – it was her eighteenth birthday! 

Sneaking downstairs to see what her presents might be, Artais heard a strange, 
hushed conversation between her parents in the kitchen below...

“...so it’s compatible for its own breeding purposes, but unsafe for the ship’s lab 
to test, we know that...”

“...yes, but what we don’t know is how it keeps produ...”

Her mother had spotted her and stopped short, so Artais, knowing she’d been 
caught, sheepishly smiled and greeted them as she finished descending the 
stairs, her tousled blonde hair falling in sleepy waves below her shoulders.

“Good morning back at you, birthday girl.” Her mother smiled as she set a plate 
of pancakes on the table, still warm from the stove. Artais ate them like a starving 
person then asked for more – this was starting out to be a fantastic day.

Later, full of cake and wearing her new hair ornament, Artais went out for a walk 
in the forest. She loved the woods near the stream, and this time of year it was 
full of fragrant flowers. She put some in her hair, then wandered onto a seldom-
used path toward the rocky hills. The plants were such pretty colors here, and the 
golden sunlight made her feel like a queen in a formal garden. Smiling, she 
breathed in the fresh air and took a few more steps, then found herself before a 
cave.

She knotted her brow... why had she not seen this place before, so close to her 
home? Then she remembered – it was forbidden to come here. Somehow her 
mind had wandered along with her feet to this cave without thinking. Squinting, 
she saw some kind of sign posted at the entrance and went closer to see what it 
said.

“Closed by order of the Emperor of Septus Prime for extreme danger to human 
settlers and livestock. DO NOT ENTER; DANGEROUS NATIVE LIFE FORM.”

The sign gave her chills. Some kind of really dangerous creature was in that 
cave. At least, that’s what the sign said.

She stood there for a very long time. The sun moved behind a tree and the 
shade felt nice. Still Artais stared at the blackness of the cave. It was somehow 
hypnotic to her – the possibility that a strange beast was in there right this 
moment... and the possibility that there was nothing there any longer and the 
sign hadn’t been taken down... and the possibility that the sign was intended to 
trick people so they would turn away from something really interesting.

She knew she shouldn’t go in. What if there really was something nasty in there? 
What if she got caught?

But she couldn’t recall having heard of any kind of native cave animal that was 
really dangerous. Artais had been told to stay out of caves in general for various 
reasons, but not because of any life forms more dangerous than the little grey 
lizard things that would give you a burning sting for a couple of days.

She knew she shouldn’t go in. But her feet weren’t listening.

A few steps closer and she thought she could hear a faint drip of water from 
somewhere deep inside the cave.

A few more steps... was that a shaft of light shining on some green crystals way 
off in the distance?

A few more steps. A ripple went up her spine and her hair stood on end when 
some kind of small creature scrabbled and chittered away from her feet. Yes, she 
could definitely hear water now.

A few more steps... she shouldn’t be here.

A few more... then she stopped.

Her blood ran as cold as the dripping walls around her. A slithering grunt 
disturbed the pitch black before her, and the bright entrance was suddenly very 
far away.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream and she turned to run, but never finished 
the move. Cold, wet, fleshy digits ending in stubby claws grabbed her neck and 
chest, then she felt a piercing pain in her spine just before her legs went dead. 

She screamed, but no one could possibly hear her out that far away from the 
nearest farm or road. Artais struggled against the beast that had her, but without 
the use of her legs she was helpless. It was dragging her deeper into the cave, 
the light of the way out growing smaller until finally, after they rounded a curve, it 
was no more than a grey smudge on the wall of the cavern.

Despite her inability to move them, she could clearly feel her feet being dragged 
across the sandy soil, then they were dipping into a pool of water. She shrieked, 
sure that she was about to be drowned, or eaten, or both. But the creature only 
submerged her to her waist, then turned her over, pressing her stomach against 
the edge of the underground pond.

She scrabbled frantically at the sand, but the large, heavy beast merely grunted 
and pushed her down harder until she could barely breathe. A stubby digit poked 
at her crotch, but she could do nothing to prevent it and gave up screaming, tears 
rolling down her cheeks instead. She gasped raggedly when something rough 
penetrated her labia, allowing the cold water to enter briefly, then it retreated.

The creature spread her victim’s legs and squatted over her, making a strange, 
grunting rumbling sound that reverberated throughout the cave. Artais could hear 
the water moving and tried to twist around to see, but was pushed down firmly 
again. Suddenly something touched her slit... something different than the rough 
shape that had poked at her earlier. This was softer, almost gentle.

“N...no...!” 

She shuddered, her body not obeying her, as the soft thing moved and explored 
her labia. Firm, leathery finger-like tips seemed to open and close around her 
lips, and she gasped as they found her clit. She tried to move again, but then 
relaxed, realizing it was useless. Still the leathery thing explored her.

“Nn...nnnnnnnhhh....”

The moving shape started worming at her slit, and she felt a strange mixture of 
horror and lust as it continued. She had never had a man, but knew intimately the 
pleasures of her own hands and various things she could find that would fit inside 
her, like smooth, cool river stones. Artais could feel her body responding without 
her, her paralyzed hips tingling and moistening on their own, her vagina tenting 
and readying itself for penetration. 

“Nnnnuuhhhhhh......”

A sound caught somewhere between refusal and passion escaped her throat as 
she helplessly felt the thing pushing deeper into her, stretching her pussy wider 
with each muscular, sinuous movement. Her mind flipped back and forth 
between her conflicting emotions... she didn’t know whether to keep fighting or 
surrender... but she really had no choice... 

“Uhhhhnnnnhhhh..... uuuhhooooohhhhh.....”


The thing was now buried deep inside her cunt, and there was nothing she could 
do but experience it now. Her breathing quickened as little wordless sounds 
passed through her lips. The strange, snake-like shape continued pushing inside, 
stretching her wider as she started to moan softly.

“Uhhh..... y... yes..... uhmmnnnn...... more.....”

As if in response, the thick member moving inside her pushed onward, deeper 
still. The pressure between her legs was building, and she surrendered to her 
lust.

“Ohhh..... yessss...... deeperrrr..... uhhhnnnn.....”

She could think of nothing but being penetrated, and wished she had the use of 
her legs so that she could help the creature fuck her. Still the strange, muscular 
shape increased in girth, and she quivered and panted with the stretching strain 
on her hole. 

Suddenly, a huge, round, firm shape popped through the constraint of her slit, 
then rested there inside the creature’s worm-like tube. It was too much for her, 
and she spasmed in a frantic orgasm, her pussy muscles twitching and working 
hard on the alien thing inside her. 

Almost immediately the strange tube began to withdraw from her, and much as 
she wanted to use her muscles to grasp it, she could do nothing but accept the 
loss. But... there was a new pressure. Something was still inside her.

Confused, she used one hand to push on her abdomen, and gasped as she 
realized that there was a fist-sized shape left behind in her pussy.

But what was it? An egg? Something else?

She managed to flip over and look at herself, the shape inside her tunnel making 
a pleasant little bump just above her mons. She stared at it, astonished, unable 
to push it out because of her paralysis. Then it began to move.

Gasping and moaning at the stimulation, Artais watched in fascination as the 
bulge inside her slowly shifted. She laid back so that she was stretching the skin 
flatter, making the creature more visible. It seemed to uncurl itself, then it began 
to slither even deeper. She could clearly feel four stubby feet pulling a slimy, eel-
like body into the back of her tunnel, and she cried out as a cramping pressure 
rippled across her abdomen. Her toes began to tingle, and she tried to push the 
thing out, but her muscles still wouldn’t obey her. Another small climax hit her, 
her cervix sucking at the strange thing inside her, which somehow seemed to 
keep crawling deeper and deeper. But how was that possible?

Laying back, her eyes rolling up into her head, she could still feel the thing 
moving, but realized it was no longer inside her vagina. With trembling hands, 
she felt her belly – a foot-long animal was slowly writhing and crawling around in 
her womb.

“No.... can’t... get it out... but.... it’s.... it’s... good.... uhhhnnn....”

She finally managed to wiggle her toes and twitch her legs, the concentration it 
took to move them distracting her for a moment away from what was happening 
inside her. Artais gasped as it felt like a huge hand suddenly gripped her 
abdomen from the inside, the fingers digging in to her flesh. She curled up, 
cradling herself, as the sensation continued, the dull tugging pain throbbing 
through her body.

Slowly, taking what seemed like hours, the pain gradually ebbed away, settling at 
last to a strange, slow heart beat-like pulsing. She managed to move her legs 
and get them underneath her, but they still didn’t want to listen to her brain, and 
as she tried to stand like a newborn foal, Artais couldn’t tell whether it was the 
paralyzing poison or the sensation in her pelvis that was keeping her weak-
kneed.

“Gotta... get home...”

Her womb pulsing with a life not her own, she slowly dragged herself back 
toward the dim light, then crawled as her body allowed it. Finally, reaching the 
entrance to the cave, she managed to take a few wobbling steps. Falling a few 
times on the way, she eventually made it back and sat down outside the house.

All too soon, she was being called to dinner. She was suddenly ravenous and 
devoured her food quickly.

“My goodness! What have you been doing all day?” her mother asked in 
astonishment.

“Hiking, mostly.” It wasn’t a total lie. “Worked up an appetite, I guess.”

Not long after, she excused herself and went straight to her room, closing the 
door. She took off all her clothing and tried to see if the creature inside her was 
visible – in the right light, a long bulge could be seen under the flesh between her 
mound and her navel. She could still feel it pulsing hotly, and she pushed on it. 
The creature responded, squirming slowly and muscularly in her belly. 
Shuddering, she ran her hand down what she thought was its back, and again it 
writhed. She laid back on her bed and stroked it again, watching as it moved, and 
began to feel her pussy tingling and getting wet.

“This is so wrong.... but....” she whispered to herself as she played with her clit. 
Still watching, she used her other hand to stroke the throbbing beast in her 
womb, and she soon worked herself up to a raging climax.

The very next day, with the help of family, Artais began work on her own home 
as was expected of an eighteen-year-old woman. She was now considered ready 
to run her own household, and having a completed home was a sure way to 
attract a suitor. For the moment she put thoughts of what would happen should 
that day arrive out of her head – she already had a mate inside her.

“By the water... it must be near the water,” she insisted. They found a lovely little 
glen near the Ringver stream, and in just a few weeks her house was done. 
Which was fortunate, because she was finding it more and more difficult to hide 
what was inside her.

At night she could feel the creature’s activities. Part of it never moved, where the 
warm pulsing was strongest, but the narrower “tail” section often writhed with 
effort, and several days before the house was finished, she could feel the first of 
the rounded shapes push into her womb as the eggs started to come. 

Her slit was changing, too. The usually soft lips of her labia had grown stronger, 
thicker and more leathery, and her inner tunnel seemed more thick and muscular 
as well. On the second or third night in her new home, she found that she could 
move her labia as if they truly were lips – nimble yet strong. She also pressed 
down on her growing belly and counted eight or nine of the two-inch spheres 
inside her, in addition to the strange creature that lived there.

Her appetite was voracious, and it was difficult for her to keep up with the amount 
of food she needed to consume. The beast was feeding from her like a fetus, 
drawing sustenance and oxygen from her uterus wall now that its flesh was one 
with hers. It needed the energy, since the hermaphroditic symbiote was now 
laying almost one egg a day.

Artais stood in the morning light one day, admiring her belly. She pushed it out by 
arching her back and ran her hands over it, the gentle little bumps each egg 
formed visible in the slanting sunshine. She now looked nearly seven months 
pregnant and had not seen her family in some time. When she realized she was 
growing with an egg a day, she said that she wanted some time alone to get her 
house in order before they visited again, and they smiled and humored her as 
doting parents will.

Her muscular cunt seemed bored, the inner tunnel and leathery mouth 
sometimes twitching on their own. Her slit now opened four ways, like a flower 
bud, and she was able to push larger objects into herself now when she 
masturbated.

Something was bothering her, however. A feeling of unease as she stood looking 
at herself that morning. She began pacing, nervous energy slowly building, until 
evening when she found herself being drawn to the water. Biting her lip, she 
paced back and forth along the water’s edge for several minutes. Then, she felt a 
gentle cramping deep inside, her belly muscles rippling strangely. 

With a gasp she dropped to the ground, and her pussy began to twitch, opening 
and closing on its own. She squatted, and some part of her brain somehow knew 
what to do. Concentrating, she pushed out, and her tunnel began to bulge, her 
four leather-tipped labia “fingers” now brushing the sandy soil. 

Feeling the cool moisture on her lips, she pushed again, moaning with pleasure 
as her tunnel extended farther. Using only the muscular new organ given to her, 
she worked the tip into the soil – it felt so right – and pushed deeper. Her cunt 
kept lengthening the more she pushed it out, and she saw with wonder that it 
was at least three inches in diameter. 

Another ripple crossed her belly, this one more insistent, and it brought her back 
to her purpose. With a grunt of effort, she worked her flowering tips harder, 
burrowing still deeper into the sand, and could feel that she’d reached water now. 

The cramping sensation increased, and still she extended her ovipositor deeper 
into the soil, feeling the urge to push spreading through her whole body. The cool 
water under the ground was like a soothing balm, and she dug a few inches 
deeper, enlarging the hole.

Suddenly she had to push, every nerve in her body responding as the first egg 
popped through her dilated cervix. Artais gasped and her eyes flew open -- she 
could feel it so clearly, the nearly fist-sized shape that now stretched her cunt.... 
which was really now just the back of her ovipositor. With another firm, rippling 
push of her muscles, she began working the egg down her new tube, moaning 
softly as she watched the bulge move down through her and into the soil. 

She couldn’t see it any longer, but she could feel the leathery shape continuing to 
travel down her tunnel, until finally it reached her former labia. Pushing harder, 
she felt a flash of pain as the egg stretched her wide, then was deposited in the 
cool water below. The push had forced another egg through her cervix, and this 
second one was now in her tunnel, waiting to be laid. 

With each egg that passed through her, she became more open, and it turned 
from strange discomfort to familiar stimulation. After the sixth egg, Artais began 
fingering her clit, and as she laid the ninth, she began cumming and had to 
quickly push out the egg so that her muscles wouldn’t crush it.

Moaning, and beginning to feel relieved at the lessening pressure in her belly, 
she sat at the side of the stream for hours, her ovipositor buried deeply in the 
soil. She couldn’t have gotten up if she’d wanted to. And she didn’t want to.

Finally, as the stars came out, she was finished. Tired and a little sore, her legs 
completely asleep, she willed her tunnel to narrow so that she could slide it out of 
the hole she’d dug. To her shock, when she finally stood up, it reached nearly to 
the ground. The sandy grit was somewhat irritating, so she took her new organ 
and washed it carefully in the cool water nearby, shuddering with pleasure as she 
stroked and rubbed it. When it was completely clean, she watched and felt 
herself draw the tube back up inside, touching the four leathery, clenching labia 
tips in disbelief at what her body had just done.

“What... what am I now? What did that thing inside do to me...?”

But of course, no one could answer. Artais simply had to live with her strange 
transformation and the creature inside her flesh. She could see it again, now that 
her belly was back to normal, which gave her a little chill of both pleasure and 
horror. The serpentine bulge slowly snaked back and forth inside her, and she 
watched it in fascination as she had the first time.

She resisted the urge until she got to her cabin, then she began stroking the 
beast, shuddering with lust as it responded to her touch, until finally with the help 
of her other hand she came long and hard.

In the weeks that followed, no eggs had been laid, so she put on some loose 
clothing and visited her family briefly. She would not allow herself to be hugged 
closely and remained somewhat distant, and after an uncomfortable dinner she 
retreated back to her home.

Within a few weeks, she began to feel the familiar agitation of the thing inside 
her, and one morning she awoke to find that it had begun to lay eggs again. She 
caressed the small lump next to the snake-like shape of the creature, and 
surprised herself with a wave of happiness. 

“What am I thinking...? I... I don’t want to keep.... keep laying....” But she was 
lying to herself. She did want to hold the eggs inside her womb again. Very 
much. And to lay them for the strange beast with her new organ.

She reached down between her legs and caressed the four leathery labia tips, 
willing them to open and close around her fingers. 

“So... nice...” Artais felt the tips becoming moist with her juices of desire, and 
willed the tube to extend. She controlled it fully, and soon had nearly a meter of 
the ovipositor out and curved around toward herself, first sliding her hand into it 
and watching the shape slide up her tunnel, then fisting herself until she crashed 
into orgasm. That night she fell asleep with her hand inside herself after a second 
masturbation session. 

Each day the creature laid one or two eggs inside her womb, which she admired 
and fondled. Soon enough, she had a nice big belly filled with the creature’s 
spawn – she sensed that it had managed to push out one or two more since her 
first time – and ran her hands over her swollen form like a proud mother.

The urge struck her again one evening, just as the sun was going down. Smiling, 
she waddled down toward the stream, resting against trees or stones as the 
contractions became too strong. She crouched down as before, and instinct took 
over as she began to lower the fingers of her cunt to the cool, moist ground.

Again she started to dig, clearly feeling her ovipositor scraping and clutching at 
the sandy soil, and she moaned softly as it went deeper. Soon she felt as if she 
were mating with the planet, her organ buried deeply inside her lover and 
depositing the fertile seeds of life from within her body. Each egg stretched and 
stimulated her, and, as before, she soon climaxed.

For many years she lived alone. Not really alone – the symbiote was always 
there too, but to the outside world she had become quite the hermit. Every cycle 
she made sure the “Keep Away” signs were still in place. And almost every cycle 
she was pleased to see and feel that the beast produced an additional egg to her 
already full clutch, slowly stretching her belly over the years so that she could 
now easily accommodate dozens of them, looking like she was about to birth 
triplets.

Twenty years of holding and laying the children of the alien creature had given 
Artais a strange life – one of loneliness for her own kind, but also of unending 
pleasure and love for her inner partner. At nearly fourty, she was feeling the 
strain in her back and knees when she was completely stuffed with spawn, but 
also looked forward to her erotic, stimulating laying sessions by the water.

As always, the urge to lay came over her just as the sun had gone down. She 
smiled and rubbed her massive belly, using her hands to help support the weight 
as she carefully tottered down the steps and moved toward the water. Many 
times she had gone back later to see what the eggs had become, but the nest 
hole she dug was so deep and under the water level that she was never able to 
discover the secret.

With a groan, she held onto her belly and slowly got down onto her knees, her 
leathery pussy lips already opening and closing in anticipation of the work to be 
done. A shuddering sigh escaped her throat as they touched the cool, moist bank 
and began to dig skillfully into the sand. She closed her eyes and leaned back 
onto her heels as her ovipositor did all the work at first, then she concentrated 
and began helping the first of the eggs out, moaning and beginning to frig herself. 
Soon, like every time she laid, she twitched and gasped with orgasm, several of 
the huge spheres sliding down her tube as she came.

Unknown to Artais, she was not alone with the hermaphroditic creature inside 
her. Someone was watching from across the creek.

Natenes, who had just turned eighteen herself that day, had been out on a 
scouting mission for her own new home, and was camped by the creek for the 
night. Remaining absolutely silent, frozen in fascination and repulsion, unable to 
turn away, she watched as Artais laid her eggs in the dimming light. She clapped 
her hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming when the other woman 
slowly stood up, washed the sand from her organ, and pulled it back up inside 
herself, her belly no longer swollen with pregnancy.

When Artais had gone, Natanes rolled onto her back and pictured the whole 
scene over and over in her mind, unable to comprehend what she had seen. She 
couldn’t sleep, becoming obsessed with it... even fingering herself gently with 
desire.

“I have to know...” she whispered to herself as the sun began to come up.

She remained camped there, hidden, for several more days. Artais came by 
often to get water or pick berries, but never looked pregnant, and did not squat 
by the water’s edge. Natenes began to wonder if she’d imagined the whole thing. 

On a particularly hot day, Artais came to the stream for berries and water, and 
she was naked to keep herself cool. As she watched the woman reach up for 
some of the fruits, Natenes sucked in her breath as she saw a strange, stubby 
serpent-like shape slowly writhing along the inside of her belly. 

“Shhh... I’ll play with you later. I’m getting more food for us. You do eat so much, 
my love...”

Natenes felt as if she were made of ice, the gooseflesh rising as she shivered. 
Was this woman... talking to some strange creature inside her? She peered at 
her and Artais shuddered with her eyes closed as she stroked the thing, which 
seemed to move faster in response.

“Ohhhh... shhhhh... do you want me to play now...?” She laid back on the leaf-
littered bank and began petting the creature more intensely, then started playing 
with her clit and leathery labia. Natenes saw her bring the tunnel out a bit and fist 
herself into a shuddering orgasm by the water, and felt herself getting wetter at 
the sight, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow.

After resting for a moment, her hand on her belly, Artais slowly got back up, 
picked some more berries and drew water into her bucket, then sauntered away 
back toward her home. 

At that moment Natenes made up her mind to follow the strange pair and find out 
more. She waited a little while so that it didn’t seem as though she was trailing 
the woman, and walked up the well-worn path to the little house of Artais.

Hearing the newcomer crunching through the leaves and twigs, she darted into 
the house and threw on a loose dress, then went to the window. 

“Yes? Hello? What do you want?”

Natenes had been trying to think of what to say, but hadn’t gotten very far before 
she found that she was at the woman’s door.

“Uh... hi... I was just looking for a good place to build a house around here. I’ve 
just turned eighteen, and...”

“Well, this area is taken, as you can see. I’m very busy, good day.”

“Wait!”

Artais had just started to shutter the window, but stopped. The woman sounded 
like she needed something. After a moment, she looked back outside. 

“What is it?”

“I...” Natenes still didn’t really know what to say, so she did as her father had told 
her and decided on the truth. “I was camping by the water, over there, several 
nights ago.”

Artais turned slightly pale, but maintained a brave face. Natenes continued in the 
uncomfortable silence.

“I saw you... by the water. I... I want to know more...”

The older woman turned away and stared into the room in silence. She didn’t 
know how to respond, torn between wanting this intruder to go away, and 
needing the friendship of another person.

“Please...” Natenes called to her. She slowly turned around.

“Where are you from?”

“The village across the creek, a long way from here, actually.”

“Why do you want to know?”

Natanes had no valid answer. She didn’t have any right to know. It wasn’t any of 
her business... she shouldn’t even be there.

“I... whatever happened to you... maybe...” She blushed, struggling with what she 
wanted to say to this stranger, revealing the desire that had been growing inside 
her for days. “Maybe... it can happen to me,” she said quietly, almost hoping the 
other woman wouldn’t hear her.

Her ears ringing, Artais stared at her for a long time. 

“Would you like some tea?” she asked softly.

Natanes nodded and moved toward the stairs as the door opened wide for her.

That night, the story told, the new girl slept on the floor, Artais looking at her for a 
long time before retiring herself. In the morning, she found that the process had 
begun again and stroked the creature and the bump of the single egg under the 
skin of her belly. Reluctantly, she threw on a shift and walked into the kitchen.

She was surprised to see Natanes already up and making breakfast. 

“Hello! Good morning!” the girl said cheerfully to the older woman. “I used the 
berries you picked yesterday to make a crisp.” She proudly revealed the baked 
bread and berry dish, and Artais looked at both of them with delight. 

“You’re... this is wonderful!” She could feel her mouth watering and sat down at 
the table, which had already been set.

“Why don’t we go to town and shop? Surely you have a little money, and...”

“No. No, I don’t. I... don’t go to town.”

Natanes looked at her with surprise. “But then... how do you eat? How do you get 
the flour...?”

“The villagers. They... they take pity on me and think me strange, so sometimes I 
find supplies on my porch.” She hung her head. She never wanted to be so 
isolated, but in her condition...

The other woman nodded, understanding. “It’s okay, maybe... what if...” An idea 
was forming in her head, but she was still uncomfortable speaking frankly in front 
of her. “Well, we have plenty of supplies for now. And I can help you gather food, 
okay?”

Artais nodded, slightly distracted by the sensation of another egg pushing into 
her womb. 

“What is it? Are you okay?” 

“Yes, I... the eggs... they’re starting again.”

Natanes felt a chill crawl up and down her body as she stared at the older 
woman. She desperately wanted to see, but... she couldn’t bring herself to ask. 
Artais could see what she wanted, however, and stood up, lifting the thin shift 
she wore, causing the new girl to gasp.

“I can see... can I...” She tentatively reached her hand forward slowly. “Can I 
touch them...?”

After a moment, Artais nodded. Natanes’ warm hand glided over the lumps 
gently, shaking as she touched the foot-long snake-shaped creature which 
wriggled muscularly under her hand. She drew her hand back quickly, staring in 
fascination. Looking up, she saw the look of mixed love and lust in the woman’s 
eye as she, too stared at her own belly.

“What’s it like...?”

With a dreamy smile Artais looked at her. “Amazing. There’s life always inside 
me – sometimes it’s like this, where you can see the eggs and the... “

Thing? Creature? Beast? Animal? None of those are right...

“...Well... I don’t know what it is,” she said, laughing softly, Natanes smiling with 
her. The girl placed her hand on the bulges again, this time stroking a little more 
firmly, her expression turning almost trace-like as she explored. She almost 
jumped when Artais gave a little shuddering sigh, eyes closed. And, under her 
hand, she felt the symbiote give a muscular twisting motion as a third egg 
pushed outward.

“Ohhhh.....” Natanes could feel her tunnel starting to grow wetter, her labia 
pulsing and tingling gently with her heartbeat. Still she continued feeling Artais’ 
belly, and the older woman sighed and whimpered quietly at her touch, at last 
placing her hand over Natanes’, pushing inward slightly. Soon her womanly 
fragrance made itself known, and the eighteen-year-old could tell that she was 
becoming aroused.

Taking a chance, she ventured lower with her other hand. Artais suddenly 
gripped her wrist, and she turned red, thinking she’d gone too far. But the older 
woman led her over to the bed. The shapes inside her were even more visible 
when she laid down, and Natanes touched and kissed the bulges. Artais moaned 
softly, closing her eyes and opening her legs, her strange labia twitching and 
moist.

Natanes slid her fingertips over the opening to the woman’s tunnel, then explored 
inside slowly and gently. 

“Ohhh... yes.....” Artais extended her ovipositor slightly, gasping her four leathery 
tips at the searching fingers. Natanes could feel herself getting wetter as she 
allowed her hand to be swallowed up by the tube, then she formed a fist and 
heard the other woman gasp and moan. The strange tunnel gripped her, and she 
slid her wrist in deeper, then her forearm, stretching the opening wide. 

Artais moaned loudly and writhed around this new sensation, her long pussy 
being stretched as never before. As she gripped the bed coverings with white 
knuckles, she couldn’t help but orgasm around the woman’s arm, clutching at it 
muscularly.

Natanes was panting now, gliding her fist back and forth inside the strange, soft, 
wet organ as the other woman cried out with passion. She gradually subsided, 
then lay back, another new egg visible inside her womb. After a short rest, it was 
Artais’ turn to repay the favor.

She had never had a partner, let alone another female partner, so the experience 
was completely new to her. She slid to the bottom of the bed, letting her tunnel 
hang free and long, and tentatively kissed and licked Natanes’ slit. The younger 
girl had never had a female partner either, and her body tingled all over at the 
new experience. Artais’ licks turned into suckles at her labia, then deeper licks 
that penetrated her inner folds.

Moaning and writhing, she was at the edge of cumming when the licking stopped. 
She looked up, wondering what the problem could be, and found her partner 
crouching over her, ovipositor extended. Artais was on all fours and moved up so 
that she could reach Natanes’ nipples with her mouth, the muscular prehensile 
tunnel searching for an opening. 

Her eyes widened and she hesitated for a moment – did she really want this to 
be happening? But a heartbeat later both mouth and tunnel connected, removing 
all doubt. 

“Oohhhuuuunnnnnhhhhhh....!!!”

Natanes arched her back as she felt soft, feminine lips close around her breast, 
tongue suckling on her nipple, four leathery, muscular finger-like shapes pushing 
into her slit. She cried out as they worked deeper, held together carefully so that 
they would fit, and humped against the tube when it pushed past the muscle ring 
of her cunt.

Several things seemed to happen at once as more of the tube suddenly forced 
itself deep into her widened hole, the very tip opening wide, exploring and filling 
her. Immediately she was forced into a mind-shattering orgasm and screamed, 
her head rocking back and forth as her back arched higher, her pussy clenching 
hard around the alien form buried deep inside.

After several minutes of aftershocks, she laid back as Artais had, occasionally 
twitching. She reached down and wrapped her hand around the ovipositor, then 
followed it up to where it entered her, making her shudder with lust. The other 
woman moaned softly as her organ was handled, and Natanes smiled. Artais 
tried to pull it out, but found that the tip had swelled so large that they were 
locked together, making them both moan.

After a few minutes, she managed to force her tube small enough that it popped 
out, and they both took turns licking it clean before it was neatly retracted.

“Will you stay with me...?”

Natanes blinked with surprise, then hugged and kissed her lover deeply. 

“Forever.”

It soon became known in the village that Artais had taken a lover, and that she 
was an excellent baker. Every faire-time Natanes would bring breads and 
desserts, and every time she would sell them all. Soon the two women had 
plenty of money, but some kind soul still brought them a large cloth bag of flour 
every few weeks.

Time passed, seasons turning into years, and the women’s love deepened as 
their lives intertwined. It was becoming more and more obvious that, as she 
aged, Artais was having a more difficult time holding the spawn and laying it. She 
started to have strange urges, and the creature stopped laying completely one 
winter.

“Love... something’s not right... I need you...”

Natanes came into the room to find her bent over double, seated on the edge of 
the bed. She rushed to the other woman’s side with concern. “What is it? What’s 
happening?”

Artais shook her head. “I don’t know.... it’s... URRAHHH!!!!”

A wave of pain ripped through her belly, bringing tears to her eyes as she 
clenched her arms around her midsection. Then, for the first time since she had 
turned 18, the heartbeat sensation inside the flesh of her womb was gone, the 
stubby creature now exploring her as it had that first day. 

Gasping, she felt it curl up and form a sphere inside her, and she had the 
blinding urge to mate.

“You have to take it.... it’s coming out...!”

Cold lightning flashed through Natanes. She wanted it, but she hadn’t expected 
this. She opened her mouth to reply, but Artais was pushing her down and 
extending her organ, finding the other woman’s slit quickly. 

With a groan of mixed pleasure and need, she forced the ovipositor deeply into 
her lover, who held her lips wide open between shaking thighs. Little gasping 
moans escaped Natanes as she felt the tube penetrate deeper and deeper, and 
she quivered with the anticipation of finally holding the alien thing inside her own 
body at long last.

“Yes... ohhhh... give it to me! I want it so much!”

Artais grunted as she mindlessly fucked her mate, her tunnel inside of the other 
woman’s cunt. On instinct more than memory she worked harder and harder, 
until at last she orgasmed and felt the large ball of the creature push out of her 
uterus and start moving down the ovipositor.

“It’s... coming...!” she gasped, and heard Natanes moan loudly, then felt her 
begin to twitch and stiffen around the organ. The moment had arrived – Artais 
pushed hard, her tube swelling with the large shape inside, then she deposited 
the beast deep into her lover’s vagina.

Natanes bucked her hips, feeling the huge shape stretching her pussy, and came 
harder than ever, crying out with lust as she squeezed her own breasts. Just as 
she started to slide down out of it into the afterglow, she could feel the stubby 
creature uncurl, explore her, and begin shoving its head into her cervix, which 
ramped her up into another small climax. Her grasping tunnel helped it crawl 
through, and she spasmed a few more times as she felt the thing exploring her 
womb for the first time.

“Ohhhhyessss... YESSSS.....” she cried out, looking down at herself in the haze. 
She hadn’t even noticed that Artais had pulled out her ovipositor, instead 
watching the slithery shape moving inside her flesh while having a few more 
small aftershocks. 

Suddenly she moaned and curled up as the creature dug in, its head and legs 
burrowing into the lining of her womb so that it could feed and begin to lay its 
eggs. She felt the strange, new throbbing sensation take over her hips and knew, 
from Artais’ descriptions, that the implantation was complete. She was now the 
creature’s breeding chamber as her lover had been.

“Ss... so amazing...” she whispered, then jumped as Artais tenderly placed her 
hand on her mate’s newly invaded belly. “Ohhhh... soon... soon I’ll be able to fuck 
you with my organ as you have for me all these years,” said Natanes with 
tenderness in her voice. “Thank you.”

Artais merely smiled, missing the creature’s life inside her, but happy that she 
could pass it on to such a willing partner. She thought of their future together and 
held Natanes close. 

“My gift to you, my love.”

Natanes felt the outer edges of her labia start to tingle as they kissed deeply, the 
transformation beginning, the creature making slow serpentine movements inside 
its new home.

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