Words: 2.9k
Themes: Nsfw, tentacles, fictional oviposition
Notes:
Hi all! I'm still very sick, hence why this story is a little shorter than the others. Hopefully it's still a good morsel of ovi themes. I may circle around to it again and adjust it, or write a whole other story based on ovi to make up for the lack of words.
Feedback as always is welcome!!
This was definitely the spot from your dream.
The cave opening matched your memories perfectly.
To the circular entrance, draped in vines that dripped with clear water from the waterfall nearby, to the moss that covered every inch of this place.
The hike had been tortuous, to say the least. But seeing this cave made it all worthwhile. You weren’t going mad, after all.
You didn’t understand how you knew this was here. Perhaps some past hike through these old woods came to the surface of your subconscious and reminded you of this splendid place.
It was beautiful. How could you have forgotten it?
Your steps into the cave felt familiar and comfortable. Your shoes didn’t slip on the uneven path nor did the low hanging ceiling bump against your head as you ventured deeper.
You could hear the gentle trickling of water somewhere further. A soft echo that seemed to call you forward and away from the light of the beautiful day outside.
You recalled there was more light inside.
Not that you could remember how there was more light. But the memory of being able to see clearly down here was vivid enough to ease any worries of darkness.
Deeper and deeper you went.
The afterthought of getting lost down here vanished when you found a path, winding down the treacherous tumbling's of rocks and subterranean flora.
You found a stream bounding down a slope of dark rocks. Your fingers idly trailed along the smooth cut stone that acted as stairs towards the heart of this cave.
You didn’t slip.
Nor did you feel any nervousness when a sound rose up through the music of running water. A whispering murmur that called to you.
Almost there. It seemed to say.
A friend.
Your friend. The one from your dreams that spoke of itself and the sweet home it made for itself down here.
Surrounded by soft moss and cool water. Comforted by the comes and goings of eager hikers that walked these trails. Listening to the world's gossip and excitement while happily residing in the depths of the mountain.
Unseen and undisturbed.
But it called to you nonetheless. And you came just as you promised; a friend coming to visit a friend.
The stream brought you to a wide cavern. With a pool in the center and many small plants circling the crystalline water. The lights you were promised dangled from thin, pale vines that spiderwebbed along the sloped ceiling. Giving the wide cave a gentle blue glow as you stepped towards the water.
You felt parched after such a hike. And the water felt cool against your fingers as you kneeled down beside it and cupped some into your mouth.
It tasted sweet. Almost like honey.
And you sighed as the discomfort of your hike started to ease.
The murmuring echoed through the cave and you sat yourself on a nearby rock. Slipping off your backpack as you looked out over the pool.
Many eyes watched you, pale and completely pupilless, locked on you from a mound of mossy bark and fern covered limbs.
It was huge. The presence you have felt for so many nights felt like a crushing weight now as your friend started to move closer. The water barely stirred as thick appendages rose from the calm waters and slithered along the ground towards you.
You smiled. Reaching for a tentacle as it coiled along your calf and bathed your warm skin with its cool flesh.
You wore shorts today, given the heat of the day, and your friend seemed thrilled with how much skin was currently exposed.
The murmuring turned to whispers. Eager with anticipation.
You felt a wordless voice enter your mind as the creature walked out of the pool on thick, muscular legs. They looked like trunks of trees, covered in more of that mossy bark like skin.
You tilted your head up as a tentacle brushed along your chest, circling your neck for but a second before retreating.
Wherever your friend touched, a comforting cooling sensation followed. And after your walk up the side of the mountain it was a very welcoming change.
That presence bloomed in your mind and your smile turned sheepish as a thinner tentacle slipped under your shirt and petted along your bare chest.
You felt a curiosity grow through you.
Not yours, but theirs.
You couldn’t hide how warmed the smooth, velvety appendage made you feel. One of the thicker tentacles was resting between your legs. Nestling between your thighs as the others gently greeted and stroked you.
And the creature breathed an amused sound into the cave as it felt your hips twitch. And you stifled a groan when you felt the muscle tense against you, causing friction.
Clothes fell to the mossy floor in a messy pile. The tentacles were careful but impatient as they removed each piece of material from your body.
Those many eyes drank in every inch of newly exposed skin and a heated kernal of need rose up within you.
You gasped as the vision vanished.
A tender tip of the creature’s arms stroked along your cheek, comforting and reassuring.
Asking quiet permission as your friend drew back; waiting.
You nodded, smiling.
That’s why you came here after all. Visiting a friend who needed company more intimately than passing gossipers.
And just like the vision, your clothes fell from your body in fluid, practiced motions. A familiar scene started to open up in front of you as your friend’s arms coiled beneath you and lifted you off the hard stone. They moved you to a more open space in the cave and you were laid down in a nest of soft moss and fern leaves. The glowing vines twisted and knotted between the crags of your bed, illuminating your friend as they settled before you. Their tentacles snaked over the edge of the nest to begin tangling between your limbs.
The thickest of them all wrapped around your calves and gently spread your legs apart. You moaned as the tip of the appendage curled over your waist and slid between your folds. Clear liquid pooled from the tip and your hips pushed up into the rounded end as they started to fondle you.
How many nights did you and them fool around in your dream? Exactly like this?
Pulled to you by their need and your loneliness, your once uneventful nights were soon full of tangled limbs and visions of pleasure.
You would wake up panting and soaked, both in sweat and with arousal. Lost in the fog of the dream and coming back to reality.
But here, now with your friend as they loomed over you, your legs spread and pushed up around your head as a tentacle prodded and rimmed your hole, you felt a wave of excitement come over you.
Tangling with your heated anticipation as the tip against you pushed and your walls gave entry.
It felt like a great relief washed over you as they pushed deeper.
The discomfort that has plagued you for days was finally relieved and you went limp against the nest as your body gave an involuntary twitch from the sweetened touch.
Your friend must have felt the same because the slow rhythm rubbing along your slit faltered.
Your mind fogged with a layer of desire and joy as more limbs petted down the back of your thighs and started to grope and fondle you. Twisting and touching along your bare chest as your back arched into the tangle of arms.
You gasped, mouth hanging open as your walls were stretched. Their murmuring was gentle and reassuring. A soothing contrast to the waves upon waves of eager anticipation that radiated from them.
Then the tip pushed deeper and you felt your walls welcome them. And you accepted the intrusion with a heavy moan.
They shivered above you.
You felt the heat of your body burn against their cool skin and they enjoyed it. Loved how your hole so eagerly spread for them and how deep they started to go.
Inch by careful inch, your friend filled you until your eyes squeezed shut and an uncomfortable tension pushed at your stomach. They halted, and a tender touch brushed along your cheek again; reassuring and comforting.
They didn’t mean to push so hard. But your body felt so good, so soft and warm that they wanted to stay there forever.
You relaxed after the thick limb began to pull out. But it was so slow it was torture, your moan lowered into a whine.
They stalled. Those many eyes watching you as you reached down and ran your fingers along their tentacles. Giving attention to the entanglement of limbs that snaked and petted along your waist and chest. You were almost entirely swallowed by them that you could barely move without them allowing you too.
You felt small bumps and ridges slide along your palm. Your fingers were left slimy with the substance that oozed from the tip of their appendages.
Curiously, you brought your fingers to your mouth and gave them a small lick.
Just like the pool, the liquid was cool and sweet on your tongue.
Like honey.
Your friend purred as you stuck two fingers between your lips. And before you could react, a small tentacle wrapped around your wrist and tugged your hand away.
Your lips were immediately filled with another thick tendril and you felt the tip hit the back of your throat.
Your eyes bulged and you gagged as a small drop of the liquid slid down your throat.
A worrying whisper tickled your mind. A question, as the limb between your lips started to retreat. You hummed and relaxed your mouth, giving silent permission to continue.
Pleased, your friend pushed further and your eyes watered at the intrusion. But you licked at the velvety underside of the limb. Moaning softly as you tasted that sweet nectar which began to trickle into your mouth.
Your friend then started to continue to pull out of you. You whined again but they slowly slid from your hole, leaving only the tip, before slamming back into you with enough force that your body rocked and your eyes widened in surprise.
Whatever noise of complaint you tried to voice died very quickly as a pace was established. Rough and fast, feverish almost, as your friend purred above you. Your hips were lifted off the ground, angled in a way that folded you in half and your legs were spread wide and near your shoulders.
Your chest was rubbed and squeezed, your peaked nipples teased by pillowy suction cups on the smallest limbs. Liquid pooling from the coils wrapped around you to ensure there was no restriction to the way they moved.
Your lips were assaulted by the tentacle in your mouth, which coiled and rubbed along your tongue like a cold version of your own. Your friend shifted closer. Entirely enveloping you with their tentacles as they pulled you against their body.
You felt yourself being lifted and pressed against their underside as if they wanted to feel you squirm and writhed against them.
Your eyes closed as you lost yourself to the blinding pleasure. Your walls were stretched and you felt them knock against the deepest part of you, your womb near buckling under the onslaught of thrusts.
The whispering voice transformed into a whining growl that grated your ears. Somehow you knew the harsh sound was your friend’s moaning as they sprawled themselves over the nest. Crushing you against the soft floor as their body started to rut and flood your exposed body with that sweet cooling liquid.
You could feel your climax coming forth. Fighting the cool touch of your friend was a racing wildfire beneath your skin, ready to burst when their tip found something sensitive within you. A bundle of nerves that had you thrashing against your cocoon of petting limbs.
Your friend cooed softly and your body was suddenly made empty as the tentacle slid out of you.
You cried out. Your frustration was muffled by the thick tongue like limb that you were currently sucking on.
Amusement flooded your thoughts. And a feeling of patience trickled into your hazy mind.
You pushed against it, harshly sucking on the tentacle in your mouth as if you could coax your friend to reconsider.
But instead of filling you again, your friend moved so all you could see was their underside. The wrappings of muscled limbs left you. You gasped and licked your lips as the tongue left you as well.
Above you, your friend’s underside was like a shelled belly. Beautiful with intricate brown lines and plates of green; you would have admired them more if your body wasn’t currently screaming at the lack of touch and stimulation.
Your friend twitched above you and from a slit between the two back legs, something pushed between the thick shell like plating.
As red as candy and thicker than any of the limbs that had previously been buried inside you, your friend’s cock left its protective sheath and started to lower towards your spread thighs.
The head of the length was flared and rounded nubs circled the wide tip.
You licked your lips again.
Your body clenching in anticipation and worry as the girth tilted, as if flexible like the tentacles before, and brushed over your sensitive clit.
You groaned and spread yourself wider. Even going as far as sliding your hands down to your hole and moving your folds so their cock didn’t tug on anything.
Appreciation melted into your mind and you relaxed against the nest as your friend’s hips dipped lower and the flared head disappeared between your thighs.
You felt the cool soft tip press against your entrance and you tried hard not to tense as they started to push into you.
You gasped as your walls were stretched to their limit. Comforting murmurs filled your mind as you squeezed your eyes shut against the discomfort.
But that’s all there was.
No pain, just a slight discomfort as your body adjusted to this new girth.
You clung to the body that was inches above you. Holding onto your friend as they tenderly thrusted into you.
Their clawed hands tore into the nest as they forced themselves to go slow. The images of their cock ravaging you, filling you with every inch of them to claim you; fluttered through your mind before they were snatched away by their self-control.
Finally, you felt the flared head reach your womb and you were sure you felt the rounded nubs move and press against your walls. Like they were making a barrier against your cervix.
They then started to move. Your back immediately arched as pleasure burst through your center. You cried out, gasping as your body was rocked again and again by your friend’s eager rutting. They could barely move inside you. The locked position of the flared head felt like a knot deep inside you, keeping you both firmly together.
But still your friend desperately chased the pleasure they had to previously pause to properly enter you.
And just as you started to adjust to the heavy sensation in your stomach, your friend shivered above you and the base of their cock bulged as something slid down the long length.
You gasped, watching the egg roll down the thick length and your walls squeezed tightly around the new intrusion. Your friend thrusted harder than before. Pushing the rounded shaft deeper, forcing your walls to spread around it.
Your head rolled back as it popped inside and you groaned disgustingly loud as it settled deep within you. A heavy, warm bubble of liquid that rounded your stomach and jostled with every thrust from your friend.
They growled above you as another egg left them and you grabbed the trunk like leg to brace yourself as the bulging intrusion rested against the first.
You reached down and started to rub your untouched clit. Sliding your fingers between your folds, wetting them on the cool liquid that your friend poured from their cock. You felt the hard lump where a third egg was currently flush against your body, begging entrance as your friend purred above you. You circled your clit, rolling your hips in time with your friend’s thrust until pleasure exploded forth. Your climax was what they needed to get the third egg into you. Your spasming walls and jerking hips gave them enough leverage to slide their third egg into your waiting pussy.
The purring increased until it was all you heard. Their cock twitched and you felt some sort of thicker liquid pool from between your legs.
In your blind chase for pleasure, you didn’t realize the stimulation you were giving your friend. And your fall into bliss dragged them down with you, spilling their pleasure into your swollen hole.
They didn’t move from their position above you. Still locked together, your friend murmured sweet whispers into your mind as you both caught your breath.
White hot bliss sparked from your body with every lazy roll of their hips.
You couldn’t recall how much time you laid there beneath them. Writhing and moaning, lost in an overstimulated fog of pleasure and bliss.
Sometime during this hazy moment, your friend finally pulled out of you. You barely felt the shift between your legs, still snugly swollen with eggs.
You fell asleep not long after that. Finally coaxed into rest by your friend’s nuzzling touches. Their limbs massaged along your arms and stomach, as if soothing you into finally sleeping.
spent last night being coached through birthing an egg by an amazing person i'm too nervous to tag lol, but it was definitely one of the best births i've had and i need to share
it was pretty late, so i only incubated the egg for a few minutes- but at one point during incubation i was told to give the smallest push i could, and it felt so intense, i could feel every inch of the egg nestled inside me and yet my push was so small it didn't move at all and only made me more desperate than i already was to start birthing
i was allowed to finally start pushing while laying on my back, but i had to keep a hand over my pussy so i could feel myself push and to keep the egg crowning without coming out. after awhile of pushing i finally felt the egg bulging my pussy, opening me up without being able to go anywhere. i stayed like that for a few minutes before i had to gently push it back inside of me
and then i was told to go on all fours (a position i hadn't even thought of trying before this person mentioned it hehe) i've never felt anything like it. the egg felt so heavy and i felt so full. pushing took so much energy i couldn't even balance on my hands and knees, i had to drop to my elbows leaving my ass in the air. i could feel the egg coming down my birth canal with every push, and eventually i got it to crown. but with the position i was in, the egg wound up slipping back in the second i took a break from pushing. this happened a lot, i probably spent at least a good five minutes crowning and feeling my pussy burn and stretch around the egg as i struggled to birth it
eventually i pushed hard, feeling the egg crowning more thoroughly than before, and for a moment it was stuck at its widest point, keeping my pussy pulled into a tight circle around it, until i managed to push hard again and i birthed the egg with an audible pop as it came out
you wake up and there's a weight. a noticeable weight in your lower stomach, but you ignore it. you roll out of bed, prepared for another boring, hellish day at work, and head off to the bathroom.
there's a tug, the same place where the heaviness is. it makes you pause but... no cause for concern. you move on.
you brush your teeth first to get it out of the way, and don't notice the slick liquid pooling out of you below, collecting in your underwear.
you strip out of your night clothes, whatever those may be, and turn on your shower, waiting for the water to warm up. while you do there's yet another tug and you feel something slip down in you. your eyes widen and you can't help but gasp softly.
you scramble into the shower, wet your hands as lube, and gently press your fingers into yourself. you're surprised to see the stretch is a little too easy. you're sopping wet, and not just from the shower. but there's.. nothing in there so you remove your fingers and carry on with your shower.
you've just washed out shampoo when you double over from this thing slipping further down. it's not painful, it's just weird, and your hips shift on your own. your legs are trembling now as you're hit with an arousing urge to push.
you're kneeling with your legs wide open now, looking down to see your pussy. you bear down just a little and whine involuntarily. the thing moves down and presses right against your cervix. it's bigger than it seems, but there's not really any bumps in your stomach. that thought makes you whimper a little and shift, but you push again and more whines and moans rip through your throat.
the burn as it stretches open your cervix has you both tearing up and rushing to rub your clit harshly. it's bigger than a chicken egg but smaller than an ostrich egg and it's kind of squishy. it doesn't hurt too bad. the thing pops into your birth canal and you push once more, hips jutting forward as it crowns and then finally pops free.
it's a weirdly iridescent colored egg. you have no idea where it came from, but it's not the only one.
you can slowly start to feel that same tugging pressure in your lower stomach once more..
Body worship in a dysphoria-inducing way. Kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples for an excruciatingly long time. Tracing her feminine curves and stopping and lingering on any delicate, female part. Teasing her about how wet she gets in a hushed voice.
Fuck bein detransed into a stupid bimbo with giant boobs. I want to be detransed into a 50's housewife/tradwife who does all the housework
Instead of being made addicted to sex, I want to be resigned to it as a service to my husband. Instead of wearing revealing clothes every day I want to wear pretty and frilly modest clothes so it's even more jarring when my husband pulls up my skirt in front of my female friends to show me off, to ask them how their husbands keep them in check
I'm going to put your college degree under your ass while I fuck you on the floor. My big conservative cock will hammer your pussy in ways a strap could never replicate.
If you don't cum, then your degree will stay intact.
If you ruin it...then you will become my trad wife while I support us with my trade job. Don't need no fancy college degree to raise a family with strong traditional values.
Let's see how long you can last before you squirt and discard years of hard work. Leave your education and brains behind. You don't need it to be a bimbo.
Where we're going, all you need is that hole between your legs.
Bonus points if your degree is in some gender studies bullshit.
Good fakeboys should become raging, unapologetic sluts when they drink.
Become the center of attention by stripping in front of everyone.
Let everyone buy you drinks in exchange for getting them off.
Give everyone your number so they always know how to reach their favorite whore.
Let everyone record everything so you can never run from it.
Make sure everyone knows all it takes is one drink for you to turn into a free use whore. Everyone should only think of two things when they look at you: when they can get you to drink, and when they can have their turn with you.
Government regulated detransition for ftms if when they grope the poor little thing's tits and her pussy gets wet she has to detransition. Real men don't like when their udders get played with. That's how they'll weed out confused girls
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