Like Chicken Eggs?
Bon Bon carefully opened the door to the living room, closing it behind her with a quiet creak. Am I ready? How would she react? Would she leave in disgust? She took a deep breath and banished those thoughts to the darkest recesses of her mind, readying herself to face her favorite pony in all of Equestria. Bon Bon knew she was being silly; Lyra accepted her changeling form without much fuss, after all. But the fear of rejection still lingered.
Said pony was currently practicing her lyre while sitting up on their couch, her tongue sticking out from the side of her muzzle in concentration. She wasn’t sitting like a normal pony, but directly on her dock, her legs dangling under her. Bon Bon had long since gotten used to the weird sitting position her marefriend loved. It looked adorable in her opinion, which banished a bit more of her reservations, replacing them with a deep sense of warmth.
“H-hey, Lyra?” she began while fidgeting in place. Lyra looked up from her task. “You’re still okay with me being a changeling, right?”
Lyra carefully set her instrument on the couch, two cushions to her right. “Why wouldn’t I be? You're not having doubts that I find your changeling body attractive, right? Because I totally adore the whole ‘obsidian armor’ thing you have going. The little plate things covering your pussy are really fun to play with!” Lyra asserted with a sly wink, a hint of playful lust bleeding off of her.
That was reassuring, but she still felt extremely anxious. She had to tell Lyra, or else she would continue to feel horrible hiding that part of herself. “There’s something else I hid from you. Please, please don’t be grossed out, but…” She took a deep breath, wincing at the possible incoming rejection. “Changelings lay eggs.”
She did not react as expected. At all.
“That’s so cool!” Lyra exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with wonder. "How big are they? How often do you lay them? Are they hard like chicken eggs?”
Lyra’s enthusiasm made her feel a bit more confident, so she straightened out and responded, “They are a bit bigger than grapes. I lay them once every month or so, as long as I have a constant supply of love. Which considering I live with you, means I have more than enough.“ She gave her a soft smile.” And no, they are nothing like chicken eggs. They are squishy, but firm." A pause as she psyched herself up for the biggest reveal."I also kind of hid my, uh, ovipositor from you during sex," her final sentence was uttered with a mumble, almost in the hope Lyra wouldn’t hear.
Lyra’s right ear twitched. “A what?”
“An ovipositor. You know, ovum depositor?” The unicorn gave her a blank stare. Bon Bon rolled her eyes. “It’s an egg laying organ that looks similar to a penis.”
Her eyes widened in comprehension. “Ohhhh!” She paused, a wave of lust wafting off of her. “That’s kinda hot, actually.” Relief shot through Bon Bon at those words, her muscles relaxing all at once. It never occurred to her that ponies could find oviposition arousing. They’re mammals, after all.
“Oh thank Celestia! I thought you would find it weird, but I guess I underestimated how weird you were!” she teased, then gave Lyra a short nuzzle, who eagerly returned the gesture with a giggle. “Anyways, I’ve been having to sneak away in the middle of the night every once in a while to lay my eggs without you knowing. They are unfertilized of course, so I always just dug some holes to dispose of them. Anywhere nearby could be traced back to us!”
“That makes sense, but you really should have just told me! I would have covered for you, or maybe have been your lookout!” Bon Bon felt a strange mix of guilt and joy at that statement. Here Lyra was, stating that she would have stuck by her side, even offering to protect her while she laid her eggs. Yet Bon Bon felt the need to hide this from her. Some marefriend she was.
She groaned. “Ugh, now I feel like an ass for not telling you.”
“It’s fine. At least you told me now, which is all that matters.” Lyra nuzzled the side of her head. “I can’t even imagine how stressful it is to sneak away and lay eggs all the time! Not to mention painful. Wait... It does hurt, right?” Lyra asked, her ears sticking straight up at attention. Bon Bon knew Lyra was curious about a lot of things, as such it really shouldn’t have surprised her this was one of them. She welcomed the almost foal-like curiosity, as it distracted from her own regrets.
“It’s the best feeling in the world, actually. Before I lived with ponies, and the flow of love was much lower, I actually had a working penis. As such, I can safely say it feels like ejaculating, only ten times better,” Bon Bon explained with a grin, her tail wagging in delight. She was so happy Lyra was interested. It’s an aspect of her biology she really enjoyed. Something she could now share with her marefriend, without fear of rejection.
Lyra squinted in thought. “Hold up; you were male? I thought you said all changelings are female a few months back?”
She gave nervous chuckle. “Well, uh, that might have been a small fib. While changeling drones are born with both a vagina and womb, we do not have ovaries. Instead, we have an internal set of testes. We also have a penis which looks pretty different than a pony’s, but I personally find them waaaay sexier.” She smiled as she imagined the perfect shape of a drone’s penis. The thick black base that slowly grew more green until it reached a tube-like tip. “I mean, wow, those flares stallions have are neat and all, but nothing beats a long and thin tip specialized to scratch the itch all the way in your womb! It’s sooo satisfying!” Bon Bon gushed. Her tail raised at the enticing thought.
Lya cringed as she crossed her hind legs. “Inside your womb? But... wouldn’t that hurt? Like, a lot? I mean, the cervix isn’t nearly wide enough!”
Her eyes widened in realization. She facehoofed. “Oh, duh! I forgot to mention; I don’t have a cervix. Instead, changelings have something similar to a second set of vulvar lips, separating our wombs from our birth canal. They are extremely tight and firm, but at the same time easily spread. As long as whatever is trying to enter is the right shape. The nerves lining the slit are very sensitive, hence why I really enjoy changeling penises. Pretty much what your labia would feel like if it were as fun to rub as a clit."
Lyra tilted her head slightly to the side. “Okay... um, I don’t mean to be sound mean, but… changelings are weird.” That stung a bit, but she reasoned it was fair considering a pony’s gender is anything but complex. It also helped that there was no malice in her emotions. Still, she had to hide the slight hint of hurt she felt.
“I guess this would sound strange to you, huh?” she conceded with a patient smile.
Lyra gave a curt nod. ”A bit, yeah. I mean, I still love you with all my heart, but it’s pretty foreign, you know? It’s rad as hay. But totally strange.”
“I guess that’s fair. Do you have any other questions?”
“Hmmm... Oh! Can I watch you lay your eggs sometime? I’m reeeally curious!” Lyra requested out of the blue with an eager smile, making her give a double take. Hidden by her disguise, her ovipositor gave a small twitch.
“W-watch? You want to watch me lay eggs? As in, as they come out of my ovipositor?”
“Sure!” Lyra enthusiastically chirped. “It sounds really interesting.” Her curiosity felt genuine, tainted by a hint of lust.
Bon Bon’s mind whirled with a miasma of emotions as she thought through what to say. Lyra may say she wants to watch now, but what happens when the view is too much? Too gross? Would she leave me? No, Lyra would never do that; Lyra loves me. She thought with conviction. She knew her marefriend was strange for a pony, that’s why she loved her, so maybe, just maybe, she might actually find the sight of a changeling squeezing out eggs arousing. Maybe she would even let me lay my eggs inside her? It’s not like they could actually get into her womb, due to the pony cervix, but she could still pump the unfertilized eggs just within her passage! Feeling her giant life giving cells rubbing against her marefriend’s walls! It would be an amazing bonding experience! Not to mention extremely hot. Her ears drooped as she knew she was being too optimistic. A pony wanting changeling eggs inside them, even if they weren’t fertilized? Preposterous. Lyra wasn’t that weird… right?
She focused on the lust she felt coming from Lyra, realizing that it might not be as far-fetched as she thought. “Actually, uh, w-would you be okay if we tried something a little weird?”
“I guess?” Lyra shrugged. “It’s not like we haven’t done weird before. What, did you want to lay eggs in me or something?” She obviously meant it as a joke due to sarcastic way she stated it, but her emotions scattered as she noticed Bon Bon’s strained smile. Her lust increased, but it was also accompanied by a dash of wariness.
Bon Bon gulped, her ears folding back. “Um, actually yes?“ Lyra was about to say something, but she cut her off. “Okay, hear me out.” She took a deep breath. “Laying eggs feels really, really good. Like, better than you could imagine. The only problem is my ovipositor needs to be inserted into somewhere tight and warm, or else I only feel a fraction of the full experience. So, would it be okay if I laid my eggs inside your vagina? They wouldn’t stay in there since your womb is protected by a cervix, but that hardly matters for unfertilized eggs.”
Lyra rubbed her chin. “That’s kinky. I like it!” she exclaimed with a grin, lust literally emanating off her. Bon Bon drank it all in, the emotion causing a stir in her nethers. She put on a sultry expression as she realized Lyra was one hundred percent okay with this.
She walked up to her lover, making sure to exaggerate the sway in her hips. Lyra always seemed to like that. “Well if you’re sure... let’s get started,” she offered, rearing up onto her hind, resting a hoof against Lyra’s thigh. Her marefriend shivered at the touch, golden eyes filled with excitement. “So, want to see my egg laying machine?” she purred in her best attempt to sound sexy.
Lyra bit her bottom lip, obviously trying to keep a straight face. “‘Egg laying machine’ she says!” the unicorn exclaimed with barely restrained giggles. Using Bon Bon’s neck as a crutch, she just stopped herself from falling off the couch. “Oh my sides! I can’t believe you said that!” Bon Bon tried to look angry, she really did, but the feel of her marefriend trembling against her in laughter set off her own chain of giggles.
“L-Lyraaa!” she whined, attempting to cover up her laughter, but to be perfectly honest, she wasn't trying that hard. It just felt good to laugh with her friend over something so stupid, even if it was at her expense. Lyra always said she sucked at dirty talk.
“Sorry, sorry. But you gotta admit that was horrible! Even worse than the time you called my butt a ‘lost little donut’,” Lyra teased. Bon Bon’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“I-it sounded good at the time...” she weakly defended herself. Why does she still bring that up? She thought, burying her muzzle in her hooves.
“Riiight,” Lyra drawled out, obviously not believing her. “All will be forgiven once you show me your ‘egg laying machine’,” the statement was completed with mocking hoof quotes. Bon Bon’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Also, I want to do it on the couch. Up you go!” Lyra urged her with a pat on the open cushion beside her. Bon Bon shook her head in exasperation, but otherwise climbed up beside her. Their flanks pressed up against the other, the close contact extremely comforting. “Oh, and please don’t try to ‘talk dirty’.“ Lyra paused, her tongue sticking out in thought. “Or at least if you do, keep it… not corny.”
Bon Bon rolled her eyes. “I’ll try to restrain myself. Celestia forbid my vocalizations tainted your high standards!” She gave a fake shudder, as if the thought violated her very being.
“That’s the spirit!” Lyra chirped. “Now, lay on your back; I want to see it with my own two— wait!” she suddenly shouted. The lyre to Bon Bon’s right side floated off the cushion, engulfed in a golden aura. It was carefully set onto the shelf just across the room with the utmost care. “Phew, you might have crushed Harpy!”
She had always questioned why Lyra named the thing after a harp if it was a lyre, but the only answer she ever got was, ‘it’s ironic!’. Oh well, she might as well just smile and nod. “Yeah, great.” She then muttered under her breath, “The only thing that would have gotten damaged is my flank.” Seriously. It was like the thing was made out of some type of indestructible material. Heck, Lyra left it sitting around so much, one time she accidentally sat directly on it. The damn thing cracked her labia plates, which took weeks to grow back properly. She was extremely itchy the entire time, her flesh raw and exposed to the elements. Bon Bon shuddered to think of what could had happened if she wasn’t fully armored.
A loud clop of hooves sounded to her left, snapping her out of her reminiscing. “Equestria to Bonnie!” Her ears twitched in irritation. “Okay, now that I’ve got your attention; mind showing me your overposition thingy?” Lyra asked with excitement and a hint of impatience.
“It’s an ovipositor, but close enough. Just let me change...” A flash of green fire rippled along Bon Bon’s body. She knew what the transformation looked like, but couldn't help but imagine how it must appear to Lyra for her to consistently gape at her with awe. Segmented armor sprouted everywhere the fire licked, her cream-colored fur being replaced in milliseconds. A pair of transparent and flimsy looking wings came into being on her back, twitching slightly as they were free to move once more. Her tail and mane ignited into fin-like extensions, only just barely passing off as a mane and tail. As the fire reached her eyes and muzzle, it transformed her herbivorous teeth into two massive fangs, while her eyes morphed into soulless panels the shade of the ocean. Finally, a curved horn sprouted from her forehead. The green magic faded with a poof.
Lyra clapped her hooves together, whooping in excitement. “Awesome! That never gets old!”
Bon Bon felt much more relaxed as her disguise burned away. “Ohhh, that’s the stuff,” she moaned while she stretched her gossamer wings for the first time in hours, the semi-transparent wings buzzing. It always felt wonderful to shed her form, even if she personally liked the equine body. Wings didn’t take kindly to being confined without any room to move. It also felt freeing to let her ovipositor hang out without fear, the organ stiff as a rod between her legs; ready to lay eggs at a moment's notice.
Lyra stared at her lap, eyes wide with wonder. “Ohhh, so that’s your ovipositor, huh? It looks nothing like a dick. Way too thin at the tip.” She reached out to touch it, but Bon Bon pushed the hoof away. Her ovipositor twitched in anticipation as eggs shifted inside her, the feeling sending tingles across her now damp pussy.
“W-wait. I’m ready to lay eggs right this instant, which means I am so sensitive it’s not even funny. A single touch could trigger my contractions.”
“A single touch? Hmm…” She pretended to think for a moment, her hoof steadily inching closer to Bon Bon’s throbbing length. “I want to see an egg come out of you. That’s fine, right? Heck, I’ll even suck it out,” Lyra stated as she licked her chops, her eyes locked on Bon Bon’s exotic organ.
“That’s fine. Just don’t blame me if you swallow an eiiii—” Bon Bon emitted a high pitched shriek of pleasure, barely perceivable by equine ears, as Lyra engulfed her length in one fell swoop. Her ovipositor sunk deeper, and deeper, into Lyra’s maw, the warmth and dampness mind-bending. Shockwaves of pleasure blasted across her nethers, making her clench before a series of rapid contractions rhythmically pushed and pulled her eggs right against the opening to her oviduct. The pressure grew as the convulsions continued, until Lyra bottomed out completely, her lips kissing the base of her shaft. She felt herself brush along the back of her throat.
Then she swallowed.
Hard.
“I-I eggs!” was all Bon Bon could say, the hot clenching of her marefriend’s throat simulating a vagina so perfectly. The sphincter leading into her ovipositor dilated, allowing her first egg to shift into position, slowly being squeezed out of her. All the while Lyra sucked her off, the wet friction almost better than a changeling pussy. Almost.
Once she felt the bulge of her egg passing Lyra’s lips, Lyra pulled off of her all at once, the loss of suction generating a wet plop. Lyra pushed her back on the couch, forcing her belly-up, and watched as she squirmed in euphoria, her egg quickly reaching the halfway point. The bulge was very noticeable.
Bon Bon watched from new position as Lyra rested her chin against her folds, taking a front-seat view. Her eyes sparkled in delight, the sense of awe and extreme lust flowing through the air. She noticed that her mint-green tail was hiked as high as it could go.
“This is so cool! Oh my gosh, I wish I knew how you felt right now!” Lyra practically squeed, her muzzle resting right against her shaft. The cool touch of her nose caused her to twitch, her egg practically crowning. However, Lyra suddenly radiated indecisiveness. It only lasted a second, before being replaced by a determination. “Oh what the heck,” Lyra declared with a giggle, her hot breath blowing against her. Lyra nuzzled her soft cheek against her shaft, and gave it a single lick. Then, in an unexpected move, she opened her maw wide, swallowing her entire ovipositor in one go.
The return of the extremely tight warmth around her urged her to place her forehooves on the back of Lyra’s head, pulling her forwards. She hit the back of Lyra’s throat with a burst of sensation. Lyra made a muffled sound around her, but the vibrations only coaxed the egg further along. In a rush of endorphins, along with a deep moan, the egg slid out of her stretched tip and right into the back of Lyra’s mouth. Immediately afterwards, a torrent of nutritional fluids pumped out of her, forcing Lyra to swallow the egg whole.
“Oh Lyra, you feel sooo good!” Bon Bon told Lyra, grinning widely as she held her head in place. A pronounced bulge dropped down Lyra’s throat, the mare’s eyes widening as she gagged around her ovipositor and tried detaching her maw from the sizeable flesh.
The struggles only increased Bon Bon’s pleasure.
Her changeling instincts wouldn’t allow her to let go due to the immense amount of time it had been since she had done anything like this. Even the idea of pulling out of this tight, warm, and soaked opening was unthinkable.
After a few seconds of holding Lyra’s head tightly against her pelvis, the unicorn wised up and grasped both of her hooves and her own head in her magic. With a yank, Lyra’s maw popped off of Bon Bon’s still undulating ovipositor, an excess of fluids oozing from the thin tip.
Lyra panted as she caught her breath, resting her cheek against Bon Bon’s thigh.
She smacked her lips, immediately making a face. “Yuck, that’s ridiculously sweet. What is this stuff?” A small amount of the fluids dribbled down her chin, so she wiped her muzzle and observed the sticky substance. The aftershocks of the throat around her, in addition to the second egg slowly exiting her, was about the only thing she could process. Not to mention the fact that one of her eggs was currently inside Lyra’s stomach.
“Y-you swallowed my egg. That’s so hot…” she said in a daze.
Lyra moved her head down and gave her labia plates a short lick, sending a comparably tame tingle through her, but nonetheless snapping her out of her stupor.
“Glad you thought so, because I am not doing that again. It kind of hurt going down.” She winced in sympathy. Her eggs may not be that big, but they were still halfway between the sizes of grapes and golf balls. “It feels like an alien monster violated my throat,” Lyra joked with a weak chuckle.
Her ears lowered apologetically. “Lyra… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hold you like that, I just— ohmm!” She was cut off as Lyra pounced on her, swiftly mashing her muzzle against hers as she straddled her. Her ovipositor squished between Lyra’s small breasts, sending a blast of pleasure through her as she returned the kiss with gusto. She could taste the sweetness of her nutritional fluid on Lyra’s lips. With a breathy moan, Lyra separated from the closed-mouth kiss, leaning back until her rear was in her lap.
“Don’t worry, I’m totally over it, I don’t blame you,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hoof. Lyra looked between their legs, grinning at the sight of the narrow ovipositor between her teats. “This time I want to see the egg come out instead of feel it. I think I can even seen the bulge near your tip!” Bon Bon looked as well, and not only saw the bump gloriously stretching her tip, but she felt the pleasurable contractions with each inch of progress. The pressure increased, until with a moan, her elastic opening spread wide as a green tinted egg peaked through. Then, with a loud shlurp, the egg was squeezed out of her all at once and plopped against the chitin of her stomach.
Bon Bon sighed in relief as the pressure burst, her ovipositor pumping out a volley of fluids all over her abdomen, a bit splattering against Lyra’s fur. The lack of pressure was short lived, however, as her next egg shifted into place, blocking the flow.
Lyra rested one hoof against Bon Bon’s chest while reaching another to the inert egg. Her soft frog pressed against the egg, eyes wide. “Ohh, It’s really warm and squishy!”
“Um, t-that’s n-nice and all, b-b-but could we have sex? Like, now? I really, really, need to be inside something,” she urged Lyra, the pressure taking a turn for the uncomfortable.
“Okay, okay, just let me turn around. I think it’ll be fun if we do it reverse cowpony style! That’s cool with you, right?” Lyra asked with big eyes.
“At this point we could do it upside down and it would be all for it. I just need to get rid of this insistent pressure!” Bon Bon poked her lower stomach as she said this, feeling extremely bloated. She had at least five more eggs to go, maybe more. “Changeling’s have this really annoying ‘perk’ where eggs don’t feel as good, or come as quickly, unless we are inside something tight, warm, and slick. I’m pretty sure it’s to encourage us to breed correctly, but it’s so aggravating!” she ended her rant with a huff, her third egg about halfway out of her.
“Jeez, that sucks. Well, I promise to always be there when you lay eggs from now on. I just wish you told me about this sooner, but I guess I can kind of understand your hesitation. Anyways, let nurse Lyra make it allll better,” Lyra said with a wink, before swiveling around on her lap, her tail brushing against her shaft.
Bon Bon wanted to call Lyra out for the cheesy line, but the sight of her tail lifting to reveal a swollen pussy and protruded anus caused her jaw to lock up. Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected to have the chance to lay eggs inside Lyra. But here she was, with that very same dark-green pussy hovering above ovipositor, ready at a moment’s notice to plunge down and take all of her eggs. Well, she still wasn’t going to impregnate her, but a ling could dream, couldn’t she?
Lyra tilted her head sideways, her golden eyes burning with intense desire. “Oh Celestia, I need this!” As if to prove a point, her clitoris unfolded in a series of winks, the action flinging hot fluids against Bon Bon’s tip. Lyra rested her head onto the couch, raising her rear even higher, before slowly lowering herself onto Bon Bon’s lap.
She felt the warmth of Lyra’s flesh moments before making contact, but the heat was nothing compared to when her tip brushed against her plump folds, smearing lubricant all along her shaft. “Ohhh, that's warm!”
Lyra chuckled, the vibrations tickling her. “You're not even in yet, but you already sound like you’re about to pop a load!”
“It’s not my fault my egg is literally five seconds from coming out!” she defended herself as she felt, and saw, the bulge just barely peaking out of her tip.
Lyra smirked. “In that case…” Without any fanfare she impaled herself onto Bon Bon’s pelvis, forcing her ovipositor inside with a loud schlick. Lyra’s tailhole visibly tensed with each inch that entered her wet snatch, the amount of lubricant more than enough for her to bottom out in almost no time at all. They both moaned at the ease of entrance, but the feeling of Lyra’s clitoris winking against her flesh, in addition to the squeezing mare pussy, was too much.
“Oh my gosh, Lyra!” she exclaimed as her egg slipped out of her and right against Lyra’s cervix.
“Was that your egg?” Lyra breathed as she tightly clenched down, gyrating against her as she winked continuously. Each wet unfolding kissed her shaft, smearing hot fluids along her already sensitive organ.
Bon Bon nodded with a shudder at the wonderful sensations.
Lyra slid halfway off of her, then let gravity drop her back down with a moist smack. “Holy Celestia… you may be thin, but that egg is something else!” The warm ovum was brushed to the side at the movement, getting lodged between Lyra’s walls and her ovipositor, rubbing her with its slimy coating. Bon Bon ejaculated moments later, the pressure of the fluids enough to push the egg out of Lyra’s vagina. A rush of neon-green spilled from between their union.
As her pencil-thin tip prodded Lyra’s cervix, her egg needlessly wasted, she felt a strange hollowness. Even though it felt amazing, she just couldn’t enjoy it fully. Like she was holding back. She just wanted to force herself inside Lyra’s womb and deposit the rest of her eggs inside, but she knew that would be painful for a pony. Even as her fourth egg dropped in her gut, she didn’t feel the mind-crushing pleasure of the first, and only, time depositing eggs inside a changeling’s womb. Stupid pony cervix, why do you have to be so sensitive? She sighed, perhaps a bit too loudly as Lyra’s ears twitched.
Lyra bit her lip, looking directly into her eyes with a dejected look, her warm insides tensing around her in a snug embrace. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you enjoying yourself? You were enjoying yourself! Am I doing something wrong.. S-should I be moving more? Yeah, that must be it!” Lyra babbled, starting to quickly bounce on her lap, a loud slap sounding out each time their hips connected.
The slick friction of her walls helped, but the hollowness still lingered. “It’s -ah- not your speed, I -ohh- promise! You just can’t hope to -mmm- compare to a changeling.”
Lyra halted her enthusiastic motions with her snatch partway around her, a burst of negative emotions ramming into her. Lyra's eyes started to moisten as she looked at her, her bottom lip trembling in barely contained despair.
Realizing she bucked up, she swiftly tried to placate her, “That’s not what I meant! You’re great, it’s just you don’t quite have the, uh, biology changelings have. I can’t implant eggs in your womb. No matter how much I enjoy this, my body knows I’m holding back. It punishes me for it by cutting the pleasure slightly.”
“But, but, can’t you just pretend it’s a womb?” Lyra frantically asked, her emotions clearly stating that she didn’t feel good enough. She had never felt this way before, which honestly baffled her. What was different now?
Bon Bon sat upwards, still deep within Lyra, and pulled her back against the hard shell of her chest. She squeezed, leaning in until her breath caused an ear to twitch. “Lyra, it’s okay,” she cooed in an attempt to calm her down. “I don’t need a changeling, you’re perfect for me.” Flinching at the obvious lie that came out of her mouth, she buried the feeling and nuzzled the crook of Lyra’s neck, making sure to softly nibble her ear. She tried to ignore the egg traveling up her ovipositor, but each time Lyra clenched around her, it pulled the egg further along.
Lyra sniffled and leaned her head back, her emotions simmering down. “Sorry… I-I just— I don’t know what came over me.” She gave a hollow laugh, the vibrations felt throughout her body, as well as within her depths. “Here I am, getting emotional while you are dick-deep inside me!” she squeezed around her ovipositor as she said this, the action making her gasp, pulling the egg further along. “I can even feel the bump of your egg, but like you said; it isn’t enough…” She takes a deep breath while leaning her head back, locking her beautiful eyes with her own. “Would using a numbing spell work? I-if I do that, you wouldn’t have to hold back. I-I don’t mind!”
Bon Bon’s ovipositor twitched madly at the offer. She might be allowed to slip inside her womb? Lay her eggs the way they were meant to be laid? She almost said yes right then and there. However, a single glance at Lyra showed that regardless of the offer, she was still nervous. Her ears were folded back, a strained smile barely holding up. Her emotions painted a slightly different story. Sure, she was apprehensive, but a fierce determination burned through. Still, she had to be sure.
She gave her a wet kiss on the forehead, just barely brushing her fangs along her fur. “That is extremely thoughtful, Lyra.” Her right hoof snaked around Lyra’s body, resting against her lower belly, and consequently, her teats. Lyra flushed at the contact, her discomfort fading to a simmering lust. “But only if you’re perfectly sure. Oh, and I promise to make you cum silly regardless of your decision.” With a long lick across Lyra’s nose, the mare adorably scrunching up her muzzle, she inched her hoof further down, until she brushed against Lyra's winking clit. She moved the hoof in soft circles, the clitoris quivering against her. Lyra shifted on her lap, each full rotation of Bon Bon's hoof forcing her powerful, and slick, muscles to squeeze down with immense strength.
“Ahah, t-that feels nice,“ Lyra actually squeaked, her voice hitching as she winked hard. “G-get ready to make me cum. I-I’m going to cast the spell now!” Her horn shimmered to life with a whirl, a golden-brown glow encompassing her pelvis. Bon Bon figured she needed to concentrate, so against her better instincts, she started to slip out of her. Fleshy walls tugged along the skin of her ovipositor, but with a pop, she was greeted with cool air, her egg being sucked in with an uncomfortable reflex. The glow faltered. “W-why’d you pull out?”
“It’s so you don’t mess up the spell. Otherwise, you might make your vaginal nerve endings numb, or something else that wouldn’t be fun. Maybe even my ovipositor!” Bon Bon explained, her sensitive tip sandwiched between Lyra’s slick labia while just barely brushing against her anus.
“O-okay…” The glow of her horn grew, until with an anticlimactic whimper; ‘poof’, the light vanished. “There, i-it should be numb now.” Her emotions wavered between determination and anxiety, her gaze locked into her own. “Just, start slow in case the spell failed. Promise?”
“Promise,” she agreed with a brief nuzzle. She grasped Lyra by the barrel, and carefully, but swiftly, flipped the mare onto her back. Lyra gasped at the sudden motion, but quickly blushed as Bon Bon started to stare a bit lower. “Beautiful,” she uttered at the sight before her.
Lyra’s chest rose and fell with each excited breath she took, her belly moving along with the life-giving action. A bit lower was a slightly indented tuft of fur. If she didn’t know it hid her bellybutton, she might not have given it a second glance. Below were her nubile teats, barely visible through her green fur from this angle. Next was her vulva, the quivering lips dripping fluids down the crack of her labia; pooling lubricant on and around her small, donut-shaped anus. Her dock involuntarily twitched, each movement causing her sphincter to clench, every so often sucking in a miniscule amount of lubricant.
Lyra shifted underneath her, so Bon Bon looked up as she finished drinking in the pony's body. Bright, golden eyes full of lust met her own. “Like what you see?” she purred, placing her hooves around Bon Bon’s neck. “I like what I see as well.” Lyra pulled them close, their chests and hips becoming very familiar.
Leaning into the soft coat as their bellies touched, smearing her ovipositor along Lyra’s slick cunt and anus, she continued to stimulate Lyra’s clitoris, the sensitive nub unfolding with numerous, wet kisses against her hoof. Lyra’s tail swished under her, the soft bristles tickling her own exposed pussy as her labia plates flushed open with arousal.
With a gasp, she slipped inside Lyra once more, a loud, wet pop sounding out. Sinking into the warm flesh with ease, her tip bumped against Lyra’s cervix in moments. They moaned as their hips slapped together. Their position had the added benefit of forcing Lyra’s dock against Bon Bon’s hard labia, the inner flesh peeking through just enough for her to feel a smattering of raw pleasure.
Feeling her tip just begging to be thrusted through Lyra’s cervix, she nonetheless held herself back. For lyra’s sake. “You don’t feel this, right?” She pushed hard against the cervix’s slick opening, but not quite penetrating. Lyra’s walls reacted with a quick clench, but otherwise there was no reaction.
Lyra started to shake her head, yet stopped herself. “Kind of. It’s, um, I feel the pressure. It’s not uncomfortable or anything. Just there.” She took deep breath, then firmly stated, “I’m ready.” Bon Bon didn’t waste any time.
She thrust herself directly against the tight opening to Lyra’s womb, her small tip spreading it ever so slightly. Even the ample amount of lubricant being produced wasn’t much help. Her egg was almost out of her, so she pushed even harder, until with a gasp of pure delight, she slipped into Lyra’s hot, equine womb.
Lyra's cervix constricted more than anything she had ever felt, the tightness almost painful. However, as she wriggled herself around, the ring of powerful muscles loosened up just enough to push half of her ovipositor's tip inside. Her egg was barred from entry, being pushed back down her tube, until it pressed against the cervix from the inside. The pressure was unbelievable, the heat mind-blowing.
Lyra’s hooves rubbed along Bon Bon's back and sides during the entire process, her insides squeezing just a bit tighter as her innermost depths were penetrated. “Okay, that feels bucking weird,” she began, her eyes closed as she bit her lip. “Like, really, really weird.” Lyra’s insides squeezed around her, the action pulling on her egg. Lyra grinned, her eyes opening halfway as she inched her hooves down Bon Bon’s flanks. “But the fact you are so deep is sooo hot!”
Bon Bon upped her ministrations of Lyra’s clitoris at that admission, the winking nub unfolding faster than ever. Lyra beamed with delight, her slick walls trembling around her. She smiled back, her other hoof resting against Lyra’s breasts. “I’m glad you like it! I hope the fact that you’re going to cum around me is hot as well. I’ll even help it along by using magic. You up for that?"
The unicorn nodded as if her life depended on it, but then her eyes widened with even more excitement. “Oh, oh! Could you do that thing where you put magic in my plot and vagina, and rub the two walls together? That feels sooo good!” Lyra’s tail wagged against her vulva at her request, causing her to clench on her empty insides.
“Whatever you want, Lyra. As long as you cup my pussy with your hoof. While rubbing just under my dock? Please?” Instead of a direct answer, Lyra’s hooves snaked their way under her tail. The soft underside encompassed her outer labia, the touch causing her to squeeze down in reflex. Moments later, the other hoof’s hard edge clipped her dock, the frog pressing against her currently clenching anus.
The hoof resting against her cunt traveled down her folds, until with a gasp, she felt the edge brush against the base of her ovipositor. Lyra rubbed right between her two reproductive organs, both edges of the hoof sliding along the distinct bundles of nerves. The feeling resulted in a massive spasm within her, sending her into a series of powerful contractions. With a gasp of relief, the pressure of the egg pushing against Lyra’s cervix disappeared as it was ejected out of her with a blast of fluids.
Lyra’s insides quivered, her cervix forcefully dilated by the foreign object that just entered her womb. “Holy Celestia, Bon Bon! That was weird! And warm. Really freakin warm,” she shared, pulling her even deeper by yanking her plot down. The action made her tailhole clench tightly against Lyra’s hoof, another load of fluids spilling out of her shaft and into Lyra’s womb.
While she may have enjoyed the feeling of slowly pumping eggs into a pony for the first time in, well, ever, Bon Bon nonetheless knew she had to get Lyra off as well. So, she lit her horn and snaked two constructs of green magic between their unison. One of them prodded Lyra’s tight sphincter, while the other squeezed in between the tight seal of Lyra’s labia and Bon Bon’s ovipositor with a loud plop.
Each undulation of her ovipositor, every quiver of Lyra’s walls, all was felt through her sensitive magic. Her other tendril pushed and slid against Lyra’s anus in a methodical manner, trying to relax the clenched muscle. There was plenty of lubricant, but it was still shut tight. In order to help it along, she pressed down on Lyra’s clitoris a bit harder than before, causing her pelvic muscles to tense up, only to relax a moment later. It was all she needed.
Lyra sqeaked as the magic slid inside her anus, the round muscle clenching tightly at the invasion. Bon Bon smirked at the sound, quickly feeling around for the bulge of her other tendril through Lyra’s insides. She softly pinched the walls separating her colon and vagina together, sliding along her sensitive flesh. Lyra's clitoris winked rapidly against her hoof at the motion.
“B-buck, I love this feeling,” Lyra breathed out, tightening her grip on Bon Bon’s haunches. “Oh, I’m so close…” She could believe it. Lyra’s insides tensed up more often, legs twitching occasionally. Even her anus was constricting around her magic. Bon Bon just held herself still, allowing the feeling of hot equine pussy to coerce her eggs out of her.
Figuring she should bring Lyra to her climax, she angled her magic along the opposite side of Lyra’s vagina, right along the underside of her winking clitoris. Trapping it under her hoof, she encased it in magic, manually keeping it unfolded against her. It trembled and quivered, but to no avail. The flesh was trapped, allowing her to slowly, but firmly, rub the raw nerves just in the crack of the wet nub.
She wrapped her legs around Bon Bon in a full body hug, the pony’s mouth opened in a silent scream. Lyra leaned in for a deep kiss, forcing their maws together in an almost aggressive manner. Lyra didn’t waste any time in slipping her tongue into Bon Bon’s mouth, but it was the changeling who entwined her long tongue around Lyra’s. Not a moment later did Lyra’s insides explode with motion, massaging the changeling's ovipositor with her powerful muscles. Her next egg was practically sucked through Lyra’s cervix, slipping out so fast that she saw stars.
Her magic sputtered out at the feeling, another egg being pulled along by Lyra’s orgasm. Free once more, Lyra’s clitoris winked hard against her hoof, perfectly in sync with her vaginal contractions. Lyra giggled into their kiss, her eyes half-lidded as she stared into Bon Bon's own. A torrent of love and lust radiated from Lyra.
She detached from the kiss with a wet smack, and nuzzled into the unicorn’s neck as her eggs were pumped out of her, settling next to the others within Lyra’s womb. Lyra rubbed her hooves along Bon Bon’s anus and vulva all the while, sending even more tingles through her in addition to the full body shivers that accompanied each egg.
“Oh Lyra, I love you so much,” she said into the crook of Lyra’s neck, her words muffled by the unicorn’s fur.
“Ditto!” Lyra exclaimed with an almost delirious grin, her high dying down after thirty seconds of continual clenching. Her insides still gave the occasional squeeze, which was just enough to coerce what she suspected was her final egg along the inside of her shaft.
With a blast of fluids, Bon Bon’s ninth egg was ejected into Lyra’s womb. Said womb was getting quite crowded with all the eggs. So crowded in fact that a couple of eggs pinched her ovipositor’s opening, the slimy ova rubbing her in all the right ways.
It seemed it really was her final egg, due to the sudden lack of internal pressure. So, she slipped out of Lyra’s womb and rested her tip against her cervix. The rigid opening trembled against her; no doubt Lyra would be in plenty of pain if not for that numbing spell. Oh the wonders of magic.
“Was that all of them?” Lyra asked while she slowly gyrated her hips, her breathing heavy. The motion sent a few more bursts of pleasure through her sensitive ovipositor, the hot flesh clenching her each time she moved her butt.
She nodded. “I’ve had enough eggs to know when the last one passed, so yes.” Yawning, she pulled all the way out and collapsed onto her back, her stretched tip leaking fluids onto her lap. Lyra gasped at the quick exit. “Ugh, I’m beat. Laying eggs is so exhausting. You have no idea!"
“Aww, are you sure? That orgasm was great, but I’m sooo not satisfied yet!” Lyra whined as she crawled over her, staring her right in the eyes. She paused and looked down, placing a hoof against her teats. “Wow, I can feel your eggs sloshing around inside me! How much of that weird green stuff was there?”
Bon Bon looked under Lyra, noticing her lower belly bulging slightly. “Uh, a lot? Enough for any hypothetical children to feed on the entire term. Not that there are any children!” she reiterated with insistent eyes.
“You don’t have to keep telling me, jeez. I believe you. Anyways, I really need you to suck my clit. It won’t stop winking!”
Before she even had a chance to explain that she was too tired, Lyra turned around and shoved her plot right into her face. Fluids dribbled down the seam of her parted vulva, the puffy flesh tinted pink with arousal. Her clitoris unfolded and retracted with obvious desire, flinging her own green fluids at her. She assumed they must have been leaking from her cervix.
With a sigh, she decided Lyra earned some more attention, regardless of the fact she felt like falling asleep then and there. She was allowed to lay eggs inside her womb, after all. What other pony would do that?
That decided, she leaned into the needy unicorn’s slit and gave it a long lap with her tongue. The prehensile organ squeezed between the crack of her labia, making sure to hit all the nerves at once, before she moved up and wrapped it around her protruded ponut. The bundle of muscles tensed at the contact. Her marefriend loved it when she was kinky, so she grazed the opening with a single fang, hoping to excite her even more.
Lyra giggled at the brief contact. “Oh, that tickles!” It wasn’t exactly the reaction Bon Bon was expecting, but she decided to roll with it. Each squeeze of her tongue forced open Lyra’s butthole, revealing the pink flesh just inside. She wasn’t quite kinky enough to actually stick her tongue inside, but she did give the muscle a little kiss.
Moving away from Lyra’s butt, she instead set her sights on her desperately winking clitoris. She slithered her tongue into the base of her folds where it retreated into. The extremely sensitive pseudo-organ unfurled at the touch, to which she wrapped one half of the partially bisected flesh with her tongue. Once it folded back inside, she curled around the whole of it in a figure-eight pattern. This gave her maximum contact, allowing her to softly squeeze it from all sides.
“Right there, oh buck, right there!” Lyra pushed back, her tail lifting ever higher. Her muzzle mashed against Lyra’s slit in the mare’s excitement, the drenched lips parting for her nose. In mid-wink, she slurped Lyra’s clitoris into her mouth. She held it in place with her powerful tongue and sucked on it as if it were a teat. It twitched madly, but remained unfolded. Lyra gasped, the sound quickly turning into a deep moan.
Directly in front of her eyes was the opening to Lyra’s vagina, the green slit parted just enough to expel a steady stream of liquids. Each suckle of the nub in her mouth caused Lyra’s anus to spasm and her labia to quiver, the sight causing a stir between her own legs. It seemed she wasn’t as finished as she thought she was.
“You’re growing hard again! Sweet! Does this mean more eggs?” Lyra inquired.
Bon Bon tried to respond, but all that came out was a muffled, “hmm!”
The vibrations caused Lyra to moan. “Oh right, your mouth is a bit full at the moment, isn’t it? Hmmm, give my clit a suck if this means more eggs, or give it a good lick if it’s because my smoking hot butt is just that irresistible.” Lyra said with a cocky grin, giving her thigh a single slap with a hoof. Bon On rolled her eyes, but otherwise gave her clitoris a swirling lick. “Awww, no more eggs? Oh well, at least this means I can give you a normal orgasm! At least, it think…”
Only moments later did something soft and wet make contact with her ovipositor, making her gasp around Lyra’s pussy. She was still extremely sensitive, and the brief contact of what was no doubt a tongue caused her vaginal muscles to clench.
“Wow, your tip is really stretched!” Lyra started, her tone that of filly in a candy store. “I wonder if I could fit my tongue in there?” And that was when she felt something slippery wriggle its way inside her slightly sore tip. If that wasn’t enough, Lyra’s entire mouth followed suit moments later. Her warm, tight mouth. Granted, only Lyra's lips were around her, but the unique sensation of a tongue scratching the nerves just within her tip sent a pleasurable wave through her nethers. Then she bobbed her head just enough to pull her tongue in and out. Her lips tugged her perfectly.
As her ovipositor’s tip was gloriously serviced, she tried to focus on Lyra’s needs. It was admittedly difficult to concentrate with the feelings going through her, but she was still able to suck Lyra with gusto. She placed her hooves on either side of Lyra’s thighs and rubbed, loving the sigh that escaped her marefriend. Not to mention the vibrations that ripples around and inside her ovipositor.
Watching Lyra’s labia was arousing and all, but she decided that it could be a bit more interesting. She lit her horn and rubbed her magic along Lyra’s perineum, before moving it against the opening to her vagina. Splitting the magic into two, she gripped both sides of Lyra’s slit, and pulled. The crevice easily split, showing Lyra’s pink inner walls. They were shut tightly, both sides squeezed together. With another flash of her horn, a translucent rod of magic appeared, at least twice as thick as her ovipositor. Granted, that wasn’t saying much, but it was at least as wide as a stallion’s penis.
Lyra “eeped” as she shoved the entire thing in. This allowed her to see all the way to her cervix. The light of her rod illuminated the slightly red opening, gaped just enough to allow a steady stream of fluids out. She found it extremely hot knowing that her eggs were just behind that barrier. Holding her magic in place, she eagerly twirled her tongue around Lyra’s nub, her eyes fixed onto the sight of the cervix before her.
The image of Lyra’s spread pussy, combined with the oral ministrations her ovipositor’s tip was getting, rapidly built up a deep pressure inside. Due to the fact she lacked any more eggs, her orgasm was going to be rapid and powerful, expelling the last of the fluids she had inside. It would be a lot quicker than laying eggs, but an orgasm was an orgasm. She couldn’t wait.
After a few more flicks of her tongue, Lyra’s insides visibly tensed, before with a moan, convulsed again and again. Each squeeze was powerful, a tiny amount of fluids squirting onto her nose with the first couple. She watched her perineum wrinkle up and tighten in tandem with each obviously pleasurable spasm, her anus joining in as well in the involuntary motions. Lyra raised her right hind leg into the air and kicked a bit, the action immediately followed by a muffled sigh. That was when she unexpectedly enveloped her ovipositor in her mouth for the third time.
The sight of her orgasming marefriend’s pulsating nethers, and the sensation of pony throat squeezing her from all sides was the final straw. She moaned around Lyra’s winking flesh as she came, a buzz of sensations hitting her like a train. Not to mention the release of pressure as she shot her load down Lyra’s gullet. It was an amazing experience to view somepony’s orgasm in such detail while her own was in full gear.
Bon Bon softly bucked her hips up, enjoying the increase in vacuum each time Lyra swallowed her fluids. It was as if Lyra was trying to consume her, pulling her ever deeper within her sauna like maw.
Uncoiling her tongue from around Lyra’s clitoris, she detached her mouth with a pop and gave the orgasming pussy a brief nuzzle, before resting her mouth against her vaginal opening. Her nose rested against her anus, allowing a blast of musk to overwhelm her admittedly poor sense of smell. With a thought, she allowed her magic to wink out, subsequently causing Lyra’s folds to close around her lips. Lyra moved her rear back at that, mashing her tailhole against her nose with a bit more force. It contracted with a bit less frequency as her orgasm died down, but the squishy ponut still puckered enough with each that it kind of felt like a weird kiss to her.
Deciding to give a kiss of her own, she tilted her head to the side and locked lips with Lyra’s lower ones. She wrapped her hooves around the front of Lyra’s hind legs and gave the fat lips a prench kiss Lyra wouldn’t soon forget. Slipping her tongue inside, she made loud slurping sounds as she moaned and tried to make it as sloppy as possible. She smeared saliva and Lyra’s natural lubricant all over her snatch, and moved her left hoof between her legs to rub along her clitoris, while her right fondled her breasts. Within seconds her insides rapidly tensed and relaxed around her tongue, if a bit less intense than her previous orgasms. That only urged her to kiss harder, nibbling along her vulva’s ‘bottom’ lip.
Lyra slid Bon Bon’s spent ovipositor out of her throat, and took a deep breath. “Bucking buck, Bon Bon! How are you so good at this?!”
Giving her pussy a deep, final kiss, Bon Bon detached her maw with a lewd smack. She rested her cheek against Lyra’s twitching plot, and explained, “Well, we have to train in all forms of love before leaving the hive. Lust is just an extremely primal form of love, so it’s good to know how to pleasure a partner if you are in a pinch and need a quick sna—” a drawn-out yawn interrupted her, followed by a wave of exhaustion. “Anyways, I had a lot of fun, but I’m all tuckered out. I think I’m just going to curl up and go to sleep on the sofa,” she half-joked with a chuckle. “Honestly, the only reason I haven’t passed out is due to how long I’ve been an infiltrator. So, think you could carry me to bed after I fall asleep? Because there is no way I’m going to be able to move my legs for at least a dozen hours.”
“Anything you want. Just, dang; I bucking love your tongue! I’m still feeling tingles from that last orgasm!” Lyra stated with glee as her clitoris winked against the side of Bon Bon’s chin. Although, the intervals before each were spacing apart as the seconds ticked by. The pleased mare rubbed her slit along Bon Bon a bit, before pulling away and turning to face her. She plopped her rear on the couch, and gave Bon Bon a beaming grin.
“So, does this mean you’re satisfied?” An eager nod. “That’s good. Well, tonight was amazing, but I’m going to take a long nap. Oh, and I better wake up in the morning on the bed, not on the couch,” Bon Bon warned with a glare, various fluids dripping down her muzzle. Lyra leaned in and gave her face a long lick, ending with a peck on the nose.
Lyra grinned with her tongue peeking between her teeth. “No problem!”
The silly action was infectious, a smirk spreading across her own muzzle. “You also better not drop me… I know how clumsy you can be!” She said half-teasingly, half-serious.
Lyra placed a single hoof into the air, as if saluting. “No problemo, my favorite bugpony!" her smile turned into a sly grin, “But I can’t promise I won’t play with your awesome pussy plates things while you’re asleep. They’re just so cool!” Bon Bon rolled her eyes for what felt like the tenth time today.
“You’re weird, you know that?” Bon Bon said with a chuckle.
Lyra raised an eyebrow “Says the bug who lays eggs in ponies,” she stated in monotone as she rubbed the area just above her teats.
“Touché.”