376 Island Layover
#5 of Sythkyllya 300-399 The Battle At Kalikshutra
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Save Point: Island Layover
When Keselts time comes, she starts by cursing and then shifts to talking dirty to herself instead in encouragement as the egg spreads the tight spaces inside her cunt wider and wider.
"...come on... just a little more... spread like you were being fucked inside out!"
She imagines what her nurse might say if her nurse was an uninhibited and impatient slut.
"...spread those legs wider... push... don't tell me you've never taken something that big before! You're about to and you've got no choice!"
Fluids squirt loosely and stickily out of her steadily widening twat, already gaped and circular. A long messy spray of something much hotter and thinner arcs magnificently through the air as the pressure against her bladder makes her let loose and paint the beach, several feet downslope.
She just can't quite get enough pressure against it! In frustration, she pinches her own clit, barely able to reach around her swollen belly, and then yowls as her muscles contract again and it's just enough to get over that widest point. Slowly the egg starts to move, then quicker and quicker until it suddenly sluices out of her, sticky with inner juices she's never quite seen the like of before, and comes to rest against the hard-packed, more earthy patch of beach-side sand they hold together.
That just came out of her cunt!?
She expects to be able to rest for a moment, but then it starts again. This doesn't make any sense, she's not some poorly designed local placental mammal!
She manages to haul herself to her knees briefly with half-formed thoughts of trying to inspect herself, but then something moves deep inside her in a way she really hadn't expected, something she hadn't really even been aware was there. She sinks back to her former, half-seated position, overstretched ass making contact again with the warm puddle of her own sticky lubricant fluids, as she realizes what has to be going on.
There must be a second egg in there. The sethura reproductive instinct is tied in deliberately to the perceptions of loneliness and availability, as a feedback mechanism designed to automatically regulate the population density. On the home world, it stops them from over-breeding and filling up the planet entirely, meaning that almost all births are single and infrequent.
But in an empty environment with plentiful natural resources and no other sethura company, it runs in reverse, something they were warned about as an afterthought in a single lecture that she happened to attend because it related to her sociological interests. It's meant to act as a disaster response, encouraging communities to fill up again after a loss, to stop their own cautions leaving them lonely in remote places. This is not really how it was intended to work...
Another contraction disrupts her chain of thought as the second egg begins to move downward inside her a little at a time, having to work its way to the exit in a way the first one didn't have to. She's started to get the hang of it now, so instead of going all out this time she patiently stretches, one push at a time, letting it work its own way out.
She comforts herself that she'll be licking the shells clean in no time, to help air absorb in through the membrane, just like a good mother. But damn does her cunt really hurt after that! No-one has twins anymore, what next, an entire litter? "Mother-fucking fuck!" she curses passionately, and then realizes that interest has really taken over from instinct or discomfort at this point.
She wants to see how this will go, what it will feel like, how long it will take. What's one more challenge more after all this? She's practically at her destination, the soft-membraned and flexible shells will easily survive the last day or two to get into range and attract an overflight, and it has to be forever since a sethuress has had to give birth entirely by herself.
Maybe she can write a paper or something. She mentally apologizes to the first-laid egg, which is most probably the larger and more well-nutritioned one if she remembers her history correctly. It may just have to wait a little while, but it's bigger and has more resources and a larger permeable surface, probably for just precisely that reason.
Some of her juices have actually squirted out through the holes in her vulva where she removed the piercings, now she can see past her own enormous belly again. Fuck that's hot.
Patiently, she works at expelling the second egg, propped up on her elbows and looking down. The folded slack of flesh freed up by laying the first egg ripples weakly, and she grabs it with one hand and rolls it up and down to provide gentle encouragement. A transient and off-the-wall idea about keeping it, maybe having herself surgically modified to have a permanent marsupial pouch, briefly surfaces and is rapidly dismissed.
The second one takes much longer, but is far less uncomfortable, its path having already been well prepared by its brother or sister.