[id: a watercolor painting of eight fried eggs. the egg whites are shaded in blue and purple , and the yolks are bright yellow with orange shading. they are painted in various shapes and angles.]
Warning: Pyro is AFAB and is used by aliens to "breed"
Pyro will admit that they’re a little confused. They had been out, playing with the babies as they do during the week, when they were suddenly floating high above their usual candyland. Now, they are in a very clean place, like Medic’s happy place back on base. They tilt their head curiously, confused as to how they ended up here. And where here is, too.
A door opens and something comes into the room Pyro is in.
“Hm hm!” Pyro greets, waving at the thing. It pauses before saying something to someone behind it. The sounds that go back and forth don’t sound like… anything! Just some garbled sounds and clicks that don’t make any sense. Pyro huffs, crossing their arms in annoyance while tapping their foot impatiently. Honestly, they’re being so rude!
Suddenly, it seems that the beings make their decision as they turn to Pyro. Pyro waves again, before squeaking as arms appear out of seeming nowhere and heft them off the floor. They flail about, squeaking again when their pants are dragged down enough to reveal their genitals and bottom.
“HMM!!” Pyro shrieks, squirming angrily in the arm’s grasp, shrieking wordlessly when something presses against their genitals, entering them. Pyro wishes that they had kept their axe when they started floating away, wanting nothing more than to chop through the arms and light it all ablaze. Something squirts into Pyro, causing them to shriek again. Whatever is getting into them, it feels like a soft sphere is being worked deep inside them. Followed by another one. And another one. And another one. The next one presses on the inner walls of their genitals, causing a spike of pleasure to course through them. Again with the next sphere. And again, and again, and again. Finally, Pyro cums, whining and shaking as one last sphere is pushed into them. Pyro’s brain feels fuzzy, so similar to when they get to use the rainblower and lollichop on the babies to make them happy. Pyro slumps in the arms, humming happily as the beings speak to each other overhead.
Suddenly, Pyro was lowered and something gently pushes on the bulge in their lower abdomen. Pyro whines as one of the soft spheres is expelled from them, a jolt of oversensitivity shocking through them as each sphere exits them. Eventually, they’re empty once more and their entrance is slightly gaping. The beings coo and chirp, before Pyro feels their pants being gently pulled back up. Once it’s secured, Pyro blinks and realizes that they’re back by their Engineer, who’s looking worried.
“What happened, fire bug? Y’ were gone for awhile,” Engie asks, worried. Pyro blinks behind their mask before dropping back, happy to hear the voice of the Lady Lord declare the battle done. Their team didn’t win, but Pyro currently doesn’t care. They’ll explain what happened later to whoever asks, but they are very sleepy right now. It’s nap time.
Engineer scratches at his head when Pyro just drops back to nap, neither of them noticing a thin light shine down, leaving an egg behind. The embryo in the egg jerks and an eye opens, seeing a pastel candyland before it.
