> Keaton, Squirt and Eggs > by BrokeDudeDoesCommissions > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter 1 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So...you mean to tell me that you can lay eggs? Through your dick?” Keaton scratched the back of his shaved head. He shouldn't have been surprised, he thought, he was asking this to a small, black creature that was seemingly a bug crossed with pony; a creature that he was living with. “Yup. It sounds strange, but where I come from, it was kind of necessary for both males and females to lay eggs. It doesn't feel as bad as it sounds, especially for the receiver.” Squirt spieled out the unusual information nonchalantly as if it was something that didn't make Keaton want to gag. “The receiver!? Ugh, don't tell me the girls hold the eggs or some shit. Eugh....” Keaton wrung his hands and shuddered. The sound of his discomfort drowned out the screaming of the girl on television witnessing an alien egg hatching in front of her. “Oh, hey, that looks like an egg I laid under your bed last week...” Squirt said airily with the intention of disturbing Keaton even further. It worked. “Dude, don't even fucking joke right now, eewww!” He stands up from the couch, groaning and making gagging noises. “I swear to god, if I find some Alien bullshit under my bed, I am coming for you!” Squirt couldn't help but cackle deviously. Keaton was unbelievably easy to gross out. This was surprising, seeing as he was a butcher at a local butcher shop. One would think that cutting up animals on a nearly daily basis would desensitize a person to certain things, but that was apparently untrue. Another reason his discomfort was also strange, considering the activities the two would partake in almost daily. Ever since Squirt showed up at Keaton's doorstep, the two would regularly engage in some rather promiscuous activities. However, this was no simple adultery. Squirt had explained the Changeling's food source to Keaton upon his arrival, and that source had been love. Love comes in many forms. There is the love held between friends, platonic love. There is deep, romantic love. And then, there is...more primal love. Sex. Keaton loved many things; he loved tacos, he loved hockey, and he loved sex. Squirt, who had been given that name by Keaton due to his rather small stature, had asked to be supplied with love in some way, and Keaton did not delay in his answer. So, ever since then, the two had been having sex on a near daily basis so that Squirt would have more than enough food to survive. Squirt could not tell if Keaton's love for him was romantic, or only sexual, but he frankly didn't care. Or at least it didn't seem like it. Keaton and Squirt had basically done it all. Despite Squirt probably able to be outweighed by a lynx, he could hold Keaton well, and vice versa. Keaton had stated that he much preferred to be giving, not receiving, every so often he would let Squirt lead the way. Variety wasn't necessary for Squirt's survival, it would make their sex life much more interesting. Keaton and Squirt lived in a small apartment, but the complex in which they lived had a thinning amount of residents, all of which were quiet far away from Keaton's apartment, so they could be as loud as they please or wander about together with a miniscule amount of setbacks. This was very useful do the fact that the two's escapades could get quite heated. Yet, despite all the variety and all the ambition, there was still one thing they hadn't tried, and Squirt was not very optimistic about it. Due to the constant sex, Squirt had built up quite a lot of eggs. Since there was no female to complete the insemination process, the eggs wouldn't be fertilized, but the only way to lay them was to have an orgasm. Despite being a younger changeling, it seems that his reproductive potential was that of a fully grown adult. Even then, the eggs wouldn't lay unless Squirt himself was inserted into someone or something. Squirt could not really do much by himself, since hooves were not every effective for male masturbation, and Keaton had no masturbation devices. The only way Squirt could lay his eggs was if he were to lay them inside Keaton. Judging by Keaton's reaction to learning Squirt could lay eggs, that would not be happening in the foreseeable future. If Squirt didn't lay those eggs soon, his body would eventually take over and force himself to just spontaneously lay the eggs he had been building up, which would not be an enjoyable experience for neither Squirt or Keaton. Squirt sighed, and forced himself to stand up from the couch he'd been lazing in all day. Since Squirt was a creature from a distant realm, getting a job in the human world was basically impossible. So while Keaton was at work, Squirt just stayed at home. One would think that Squirt wasn't pulling his weight, but Keaton would argue that the blowjob he would receive while resting on the couch after work would be enough to satisfy him. Squirt had resolved to confront Keaton about his issue. Squirt was certain if Keaton had the choice to coming home to a changeling uncontrollably spurting eggs everywhere, or having a few small orbs inside of him eventually ooze themselves out, he would choose the latter. He hoped. “Please tell me you didn't just ask me that.” Keaton didn't have a look of total horror like Squirt had feared, but it was still not a positive look. “Please, if I don't get these eggs out, it'll be bad.” Whenever Squirt wanted something, let it be for him to get a blowjob that night or if he wanted to pick what they watched on TV, he would make his pale blue eyes tear up and warble, and pout in hopes that the cuteness would sway Keaton. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. Keaton sat on his bed and remained quiet. “It...won't hurt or anything, will it?” Squirt heard those words and knew he was close. It wasn't total denial; he still had the chance to convince him. “No, it won't hurt at all! Not a bit. It might feel weird, but I just need to be, uh...in you for it to start, and I can take it right out and let the rest come out on their own. You never know, it might feel good!” Squirt was almost certain it wouldn't feel particularly nice, but the eggs weren't that big considering his size, so it definitely wouldn't be painful. “...I...I guess. Yeah, sure, as long as you won't start spewing that shit all over my house.” Success!! “Certainly, it won't. So...uh...I guess we'll get to it-” Just as Squirt began to join Keaton on the bed, he was grabbed by his short mane and tossed onto the bed. Keaton climbed on top of him, hands pressing legs down onto the sheets. “But, before we get to that, I'm going to have some fun first.” Squirt gulped hard. He could have probably guessed that Keaton would want some form of repayment, but he was worried what exactly it was going to be. Keaton quickly slipped off the jogging pants he was wearing, and his dick, which was already fully erect, bobbed as it was freed from it's cloth prison. Squirt was almost always the bottom, but he liked it that way. He preferred any role, really, as long as he felt some pleasure. Keaton sharply tugged Squirt closer to his crotch so that their penises were quite close to each other. He pressed his dick against Squirt's, and grasped the two dicks and began rubbing, jacking them both off at once. Keaton's smooth, shaven balls were pressing against Squirt's soft, warm ones, creating a pleasurable feeling for them both. They were both the same in size and length, but compared to older and more mature Changelings, Squirt was rather small, but it matched well with Keaton. Now that the two were both fully erect, Keaton lifted Squirt by his flank, his head still barely touching the bed. Squirt was very light, so Keaton could easily carry him. Keaton crossed his legs so Squirt's head could be supported by his thighs, and pushed Squirt's thighs farther back, so that his balls and asshole were in plain view. Tongue at the ready, Keaton plunged it into Squirt's asshole, waggling it as much as possible and licking in and around the entrance. Squirt gasped and tried his best to push his ass farther onto Keaton's face. Keaton pulled his face away from Squirt's asshole and refocused his attention to Squirt's balls. They were the same size as a human's, so Keaton could easily fit them inside his mouth. And that he did. He freed one hand from Squirt's legs and started to rub the Changeling's dick slowly, not matching the quick speed at which he was swirling his tongue about Squirt's balls. Matching suction with tongue, he could easily debilitate Squirt into a moaning glob of horse-bug. This was not a new maneuver. It was something quite regular that he would do, and he would do it almost every time he initiated sex. Squirt had not grown tired of it and always welcomed it. Squirt wriggled and twitched, all the while breathing heavily. He looked up at Keaton, and was about to tell him to rub harder when he dropped Squirt, balls wet and dreams crushed. Just when Squirt was about to voice his horror, Keaton flipped him around, ass in the air and face pressed down onto the bedding. Squirt did not gasp nor inquire, for he knew what this meant. Keaton lifted his erect penis, and did not delay in stuffing it inside Squirt's ass. Within a mere second, he was pumping Squirt's asshole with his meat, squeezing and massaging his flank as it was filled and railed. Squirt rocked his hips back into Keaton, matching every thrust and pump. He could feel the dick filling him up, a sensation Squirt could never tire of. “Don't slow down, Keaton,” Squirt moaned. Keaton grinned as he stroked the Changeling's stubby tail, causing him to twitch with delight. Keaton leaned over Squirt's body, pressing his stomach against his back, his chest against his head. Keaton took his hand and slipped two fingers onto Squirt's face and fingered his mouth. The closed-mouth, low moaning turned into high-pitched breathy gasps, as his mouth was open to let out all sounds of pleasure with no filter. Keaton relieved his palm from the duty of pressing and rubbing Squirt's tail, and grabbed the head of his dick and caressed it as he continued pumping. With a grunt, Keaton came, letting one string into Squirt's ass, and then pulled out to let a few more thick, white strands cover his ass and back. “You better not be done, cuz...I still got more in me,” Squirt panted. When the two first would have sex, Squirt could only take one pounding before he came all over himself and would promptly pass out. Now, months of constant sex had hardened him, and he could fuck for hours and come many times before he would be too tired to continue. Keaton's still raging cock spoke for itself. “You know the drill, man. Use that tongue of yours.” Keaton laid back and had his legs open. Cum dripping from his ass, Squirt turned around and let his long tongue slither out. Unlike most Changelings, Squirt had a rather long tongue, able to protrude twelve inches from his mouth. Why, he had no idea, but in sex, it was rather useful. Squirt wasted no time as he slipped his tongue into Keaton's anus, putting only a few inches inside while using the rest to spin around the rim. Keaton laid back onto the bed, jacking himself off as Squirt ate his ass. Since he had just came, he knew it would be a while until he would again, so he wanked with no fear of coming to early. “Lord knows why you have that, but I'm so glad you do,” Keaton couldn't get enough of the warm slick tongue Squirt used to expertly eat him out. Squirt folded his tongue in half and slid it in and out of Keaton's ass. It wasn't as thick as a penis, but the new solidity of it was enough to pleasure Keaton. “Alright, I think that's enough,” Keaton let go of his dick as Squirt put his tongue back into his mouth. “You sure?” Squirt was worried that Keaton would change his mind at the last second. “Yeah, yeah, I'm...let's get it over with. Put it in.” Squirt sighed and stood up. He moved over to Keaton, and slowly pushed his dick inside. It was slick with spit, so there was no pain upon entry as his ass was lubricated enough. Quickly, he began to thrust. In no time he was at a pace that put Keaton to shame, considering his size. Squirt grinned as he pumped into Keaton's asshole. It'd been too long since he'd taken the reigns, so him being the one fucking Keaton was a refreshing twist. Despite being smaller and not very flexible, he had a considerable amount of stamina and endurance, allowing him to continuously fuck without stopping. “Use that tongue on my dick while you're down there,” Keaton said through a moan. Squirt complied and stuck out his tongue, and licked the tip of Keaton's dick. He coiled it around the head as much as he could before twisting it around in turn with his thrusts. Keaton was worried he would come on the spot, but the feeling of his seed about to burst hung there. Squirt felt the pressure build in his crotch. Not only was the come starting to fester and stir, he felt the eggs dislodge. He was torn between saying something or just letting it happen and hope that Keaton wouldn't start crying or something. He couldn't do the latter. “I-'m coming, the eggs, they're-” he was cut off from the sudden lumps he felt slowly coming through his urethra. His dick's head opened up like a budding flower, allowing the eggs to comfortably leave his penis. He came, one gooey strand before the eggs flowing from his penis; about a baseball in length, but over the months of build-up must have at least made more than twenty of those eggs. Squirt's tongue furled back into his mouth. “Ok, I'm pulling out no-” “K-keep it in! Don't pull out!” Keaton yelled as he flipped Squirt over, pressing his own body down on Squirt's so he couldn't get up. Squirt didn't resist, partly because he was so confused about what Keaton had just done, but mostly because the passing of the eggs left him debilitated. Keaton kept bouncing on Squirt's dick as egg upon egg filled his asshole, packing tightly inside. Keaton pressed his mouth onto Squirt's, forcing his tongue inside and swirling it around inside. It was the first time he had done such a thing, so the small Changeling had no response and only returned the kiss. It was strange, but... he liked it. It felt closer than the mindless fucking they took part in daily. Keaton couldn't take any more eggs without something going wrong, but wished he could take more. Their squishy, fleshy texture, the way they packed so firmly together inside of him, it was all to amazing for him to take in. As Squirt's dick slipped out, Keaton came harder and faster than he ever had, and sprayed thick, and heavy seed onto Squirt's chest and chin, all the while still kissing him fiercely. Eggs were still sliding out of Squirt's open dick, which were mixing with the black and green eggs slipping one by one out of Keaton's ass. “That felt...shoo gooood....” He had stopped kissing him, and rolled over on his side, causing a few eggs to suddenly pop out. He tried to maintain consciousness, but the exhaustion soon took over and Keaton slipped into slumber, still pushing out the eggs laid inside of him He...enjoyed that? Squirt was definitely taken by surprise, but he was glad that Keaton took so much pleasure from it. That kiss, however...that took Squirt for a turn. His heart fluttered in a way it never had before, and it was something Squirt wanted to do more often. He had always saw Keaton as a friend, but he had never had someone in his life, he felt closer to, so he had nothing to compare it to. One thing was for certain. Just simply laying there with Keaton filled him with enough love to feed him for the next week.