This choice: A thick white egg begins to squeeze out of your rear! • Go Back...Chapter #5Soft Boiled by: Godot   "Aaaaaugh!" You feel like you're giving birth. Your loins stretch too far to possibly be comfortable, you have to hang your hind legs off the edge of the bed just to be able to spread them wide enough to allow whatever's happening to happen properly.
"Nng, nng! Augh! Unf!" Your breathing devolves into grunting breaths as your lower muscles start contracting. From your flexing muscles you're soon able to pinpoint exactly where that pressure was building up and now struggling to release. It wasn't in your belly like you had thought, it was inside your womb. You push and grunt, feeling like something much harder than a soft, supple foal was being forced out of you.
Something pops and you feel fluid gushing down the back of your legs. Whatever is inside of you is now parting your vaginal lips and poking out into the world. You let go just because you can't keep shoving without taking a few more breaths. When your wavering strength returns in full you shove harder, knowing that you're almost through. The object slips out faster now thanks to your personal lubricant reducing friction. That, and the object is mercifully rounded and smooth. One last shove and you hear a hefty thud. Thank Celestia.
"Huff.. Huff.. Nng!"
Looks like you spoke too soon. Another doozy is up there and dying to get out. You shove, still in blinding pain as more hot fluid gushes out from you to ease your work. This one slides out much easier, although just as painfully. And so does the third, and the fourth. When all is said and done, you've forced out six of the Celestia-damned things. And you still don't know what they are.
You glance over your shoulder just to get a good look at the pile of what you assume are the largest stones a pony has ever passed. The second you see what they really are, though, you nearly faint. Laying there, in a puddle of your sticky vaginal discharges, are six glistening, polka-dotted eggs. This is by far the oddest thing you've ever seen, and you silently resolve to never sleep with a unicorn again. At least not one who offers you a "Special Elixir" and then asks you to lick it off his erection.
You're still a bit wobbly on your legs, but you manage to stand and make your way over to the pile of eggs. Your eggs, you suppose. They smell a bit musky, but that's to be expected from something that just traveled through a pony's birth canal. Each one of them seems to have a different composition of polka-dots and splotches, but they're all at least orange or purple. Like you. It's kind of endearing, even as bizarre as it is. You nudge the eggs, they're still warm. If they're still warm there's still life in them. Perhaps you should sit on them, or at least put them in your bed.
You don't get much time to ponder this little thought, though, because without warning...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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