I don't know if I got food poisoning or something at the holiday dinner I was at last night, or if my sick tummy is just struggling with all the holiday meals and glasses of wine I've had over the last few days... but either way, my stomach is really upset with me today. I woke up in the middle of the night last night with bad cramps and have been gassy all day. After lunch, I started getting so nauseous and I ended up not being able to keep lunch down. Photo under the cut.
Lyric’s clutch this month seems to be from their penis. Those pearls look a little big too!
With a little push and strain, each pearl slips free into the sticky pile beneath them. It’ll probably take a few hours to completely empty their stomach...
I’ve been wanting to make some new kink OCs so here’s the first one!
Meet Lyric! They’re a member of a rare race that many rich people own as pets. They lay pearls that are larger/smoother the better their environment. While their appearances vary drastically from one to another, all of them are hermaphrodites
I’ll post more about their race later, but in the meantime have this cutie <3
Hey, it’s been a while! It’s me, Siveen, back at it again <3
Someone wanted some fun times for a pokemon coordinator, hm~?
Request fill for 362.15!
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You’re an upstanding new coordinator, a rising star if you must. Your pokemon were brilliant, moving in unison with every gesture and call you shouted out. Everyone on your team worked together so well, especially with you. Yet for some reason, you just couldn’t crest that final edge right at the top, always beaten out by either an old lady with an obsession with pearls, or a lavish young man.
One day backstage when you were tidying up your things, you overheard a bit of gossip. Apparently the highest ranking contestants were breeding perfection into their pokemon.
Interesting.
The next day you booked it to one of your good friends, Damian. He was in a similar class as you, right at the cusp of becoming a well known pokemon breeder. Both of you just needed that extra push to send you over the edge into stardom.
“You’re wanting to breed a pokemon for competitions?” “Contests,” you correct him.
The two of you sit in his cozy living room, you on the couch and him in his recliner. He sits forward, blue eyes glistening with curiosity. A hint of excitement, the possibility of creating something new.
“Did you have any ideas? A certain pokemon in mind, perhaps?”
You let out a soft thoughtful hum, twirling your finger in your hair. “Perhaps an Eevee? There’s always a lot of potential with them.” He nods. “That would be a good choice. Now, if I may be as bold as to suggest something…”
You listen to his offer, a flutter of excitement growing in your chest. This was probably the best idea the two of you have had yet. You go over the plans, talking about the differences of what you would be doing versus the norm. And about how you might be perceived if it ever came out what the two of you were doing…
The two of you walk to the breeding room, where he has his star; A special 6IV Ditto. You let your Espeon out of its ball, letting the two get acquainted while Damian helps you get comfortable. Gentle touches trailing along your skin as you take off your clothes, helping to remove your undergarments as you reveal your body to the room.
He leans in and kisses you, lowering you to the ground. His mouth drops lower, nibbling on your collarbones and down to your nipples, exciting you. Skillfully slipping his fingers inside your cunt, he teases you with long, gentle motions, his thumb rubbing at the tip of your clit.
You don’t even notice the pokemon until the Ditto slides up against your leg. It looked a little bit bigger than before, but you choose to ignore the fact as it slimes its way up to your pussy, little pink tendrils moving in alongside Damian’s fingers.
Damian removes his fingers, instead pulling your folds apart so the pokemon has easier access to your entrance. Its body slowly disappears, and you start to feel full, so very full. You let out a soft moan, your back arching and head falling back. The pokemon is completely gone now, and you can feel it pushing up further into you, trying to get past your cervix.
It slowly starts to seep its way up into you further, and your partner moves in to clamp his mouth on your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around your button. You curl your fingers into his hair, hips moving against his touch without your consent.
The Ditto is almost fully in your cervix, but you’re starting to feel a slight bit of resistance, as though the last bit of it can’t quite fit through. The pain of your cervix being stretched combines with the pleasure being given to you, and as you orgasm, the pokemon fully slips inside you with a subtle “pop.”
“Oh fuck,” you gasp, curling in on yourself. Your midsection feels bigger already, but it’s just the pokemon. Your body spasms a few times before you finally relax, panting.
There’s a sloshing sound, and the pokemon oozes out of you, definitely smaller than before. You still feel full… It must have worked. Pushing on your stomach down low, you can feel there’s something small but rock hard deep in your belly.
“Now it’s my turn,” Damian whispers to you, unzipping his fly. You smile up at him in a daze, spreading your legs for him, a silent invitation.
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It’s a few weeks later, and your stomach has ballooned out since your visit to the breeders. You rub a loving hand across the crest of your stomach, humming softly. You looked like you were easily seven months pregnant, and you knew it was just the singular egg in your stomach. You knew that here soon you’d have to birth this pokemon, but you were definitely enjoying this as it stood now.
Even through the intense nausea bouts and strange cravings, you felt like you were a normal mother expecting. Despite the fact you had to temporarily relocate, things were going smoothly. Damian had told you to give him a call if you needed him there with you for anything.
You’ve taken advantage of that already, multiple times. He couldn’t get enough of your body, especially with how quickly it was changing. And you couldn’t get enough of how he felt inside you with all the weight on your pelvis.
You were out for a light walk around town, enjoying feeling your belly moving. The entire egg had been only slightly moving before, but man! It was really bouncing about today, making you stop to catch your breath several times throughout your stroll.
One particularly hard jolt made you stop and lean against a building, a hand to your belly. It shook vigorously, and you swore your stomach was glowing. It was hatching!
As quickly as you could (it wasn’t very fast with a moving tum), you made it back to your room at the hotel. You’d texted Damian on the way with the news, and he was there to meet you. The two of you went up to your room where he felt your shaking belly, and the moment he touched you, the shell vanished. It was no longer rock hard, instead soft and pliable. It still moved, but it was the baby pokemon now that it had hatched.
Your stomach clenched and you let out a soft sound, gripping the blankets of the bed you were on. Gentle encouragement, soft kisses, and a few minutes later you were out of your clothes for him again. He reached up into your vagina with his fingers, this time just to check you. A baby Eevee is smaller than a human baby, so labor wouldn’t be as long.
He helped pass the time, stimulating your body and keeping you company through the pain as your labor progressed. Contractions came and went, leaving shorter and shorter lulls in between, your stomach visibly clamping down stronger and stronger each time until finally…
“I need to push!” Your exclamation was breathless, desperation ringing in your voice.
Damian pushes your knees apart, sitting between your legs. “Then push. You’re doing so good love.” His hand gently caresses the inside of your leg, a touch that would normally give you goosebumps.
Instead, you let out a feral grunt as you bear down, pushing with the next contraction.
You can feel the small pokemon move through you, almost effortless. Almost. Its head crowned at your lips, the pressure burning. You feel Damian’s gentle yet strong hands press against your folds, both ready to catch and helping prevent any tearing.
“Another strong push and you should have the head out.”
You close your eyes, drinking in the air before pulling back at your legs, hands hooked under your knees. You push as hard as you can, and with a pop and a rush of fluids, Damian’s holding the little creature.
“Congratulations, you’ve got a little star.” He smiles at you as he wipes the Eevee down with a towel, showing its beautiful silver coat. It was a rare coloring, something that even the highest regarded contestants struggled to find.
You run the back of your hand over its back lovingly. Then, you look up to Damian. “...Can we do this again next month?”
He gives you a knowing smile, then leans in and kisses you.
Fun lil story I’ve had for a while now, thought I’d finally share it with y’all! If body horror/gore bothers you, this might not be for you.
This series will contain: Mpreg, Emeto, Gore/whump, hiding pregnancy, oviposition(kinda?) animal pregnancy, MLM
Part 1/?
Nighttime was always colder. The air hung low, humid yet chilled. Rhys looked at the sky, brushing his dark hair from his eyes, pale complexion nearly glowing in the moonlight. Anxiety filled his small frame, knowing what was going to happen to him tonight.
Dragons were an endangered species and were thought to be mostly myth by this point. You were considered lucky if you were to even catch a glimpse of one these days. With how violent most were they had been hunted down, a kill on sight order established across the lands. Their scales were worth thousands of gold, however. That, and supposedly, bits of their horn or the dragon itself were to hold mystical powers that would cure any ailment.
It was worth a shot. Rhys sighed, his breath shaky. His sister was sick, he needed either this money or this mythical creature to help cure her. No treatments helped, and this was his last opportunity. He heard a shuffle behind him, the clank of metal on metal and the sound of voices. This was it.
He turned around and was met with the sight of four men about his age, all in their mid-20’s or so. One seemed to be the leader, two were rather muscular, and the last was holding a bundle in his arms, wrapped up in cloth to hide what it was. All of them had hoods over their heads, hiding what their faces looked like.
“Hey, pretty boy. You’re the one looking to help the future out?” The leader’s voice was nasally, and he grinned at Rhys, no warmth in his expression.
“Y… Yes. I think?” Rhys hesitated, a chill going down his spine. “Are you guys-”
“We’ve got the goods,” the leader cut him off, then waved a hand. His two muscular friends stepped forward, hooking their arms under Rhys’s. Before he could react, they pulled him to the ground, pinning him. The leader took the bundle from the last guy, pulling out a blade from his hip. “Keep watch,” he warned.
Panic filled Rhys. He knew this was part of it. He knew he had to be brave, to steel himself against the incoming pain, and to-
The leader pushed Rhys’s shirt up, exposing his stomach. Rhys flinched, both in anticipation and at the cool air hitting his skin. The leader held up his knife, clicking a button on the hilt. It started to heat up, magic coursing through the blade and slowly changing the color of the metal to orange, then yellow, then even brighter.
One of the men holding Rhys down put something in front of the boy’s mouth. “Chew this, it’ll numb the pain.”
Rhys leaned forward and took it in his mouth. It was a bundle of leaves, tasting almost minty, but also very bitter. He forced himself to chew and swallow, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to escape somewhere else in his mind. He could feel his stomach being prodded at and wiped, streaks of cold making his skin prickle. And then, pain.
It wasn’t as bad as it could be, he imagined. It was still a burning, white pain in his side, but more than anything he felt pressure. Pressure of his insides being pulled, and something being forced into his side.
In a rather macabre fashion, he was going to incubate a dragon egg.
He’d carry this burden until it hatched. And then use the spoils to heal his sister.
He couldn’t even hear what the men were saying, his mind too focused on the pain. The edges of his mind felt foggy, and he started to black out as the stitches were being put in.
When Rhys came to, he was in an old abandoned carriage, a small bundle of the herbs from the night prior next to him. He sat up gingerly, gasping at the pain in his side and abdomen. He lifted his shirt, and saw a shoddy bandage covering his wound, and a grotesque bump in his stomach that hurt to the touch. It wasn’t small, easily the size of his fist if not slightly larger.
Huffing, he dropped his shirt and forced himself to chew on more of the herbs, grimacing at the taste and the fact so little was left. He needed to find help, even if it was for more pain management.
After waiting for the medication to settle in, he managed to crawl out of the carriage… And found himself in the last place he wanted to be. Castle grounds. Those men set him up with something incredibly dangerous inside his body, and dumped him in the old royal carriages in hopes that he’d get found and charged.
“Damned conmen,” Rhys muttered to himself, staggering to his feet. If he was lucky he’d escaped without being seen. Or be let loose as a drunkard who got lost last night. At least the sun hadn’t completely risen yet, he still had some cover.
He slowly started to look around, finding he was further from the walls than he first thought. If he just followed this pathway, then took this one, maybe he’d…
...Run right into someone?
He hesitated, sweat dripping down his face from the exertion. The egg in his stomach felt cold, yet also blisteringly hot. It was all he could think about as the tall stranger turned around to look at him.
He was very tall, towering easily two heads over Rhys. His short hair was ginger, his eyes a glimmering olive green. He was in his late 20’s, or possibly early 30’s, sporting very youthful facial features. His stature was thin, but his shoulders wide and strong. He wore fanciful clothes, looking more expensive than anything the upper class store in the marketplace sold. And perched on his orange hair was… A small, golden circlet.
The king from the neighboring kingdom, Antony, had come to visit, and Rhys had conveniently wandered right into him, while harboring an extremely outlawed creature within him.
Antony looked at the disheveled mess of a person in front of him, seeming curious but not prying. He tapped his kiseru with his finger before pulling a drag off of it, and blowing the smoke to the side, seeming incredibly casual. “I see I am not the only one out for an early morning stroll.”
“Your… Highness.” Rhys attempted to bow, or kneel, he wasn’t sure which, but it sent him to the ground with a gasp. The regal figure in front of him paused, eyes studying him. “Apologies,” he breathed, trying to gather himself, feeling ashamed but very much so in pain.
“Are you a servant here?” At the lack of a response, Antony hummed, seeming thoughtful. “Perhaps you were lost?” Rhys shook his head softly. The king stepped forward, then knelt down and lifted Rhys’s face up by his chin to look at him. “No, you may possibly be suffering from the first day of carrying a foreign, yet very valuable object inside of you.”
Rhys’s eyes widened slightly.
The king smiled, his youthful eyes crinkling at the corners. “If you do as I request, I won’t let anyone in on this secret.” Rhys gave a subtle nod, his expression turning into a pleading one. Anything to lessen this pain, and to protect himself. “Good. Starting today, you work for me.”
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