Sending your hybrid and monster friends human centric memes and phrases. Hitting them with a 'I am going to touch you' at like nine in the evening, before you knock on their door and aggressively ruffle their hair and fur, cuteness aggression with a not so subtle want to touch their fluffy forms expressed through ominous messages.

Only for them to begin doing the same in return, getting messages with bizarre sentences sent to you, a vampire bat hybrid texting you 'It is feeding time' before rolling into your apartment and sitting on your lap as they hand feed you whatever treat they have acquired, or a recently made Naga friend calling you over to their house and dragging you into the backyard to join them in 'acting the pie' before settling you on their coils as they sunbake with you draped across their tail.

Just monsters and hybrids taking human internet memes and making them fit their own habits and needs, having a phone full of what would be considered strange, ominous, or haunting texts but it's just your inhuman friends making plans to do things with you via strange ways.

the two of them are hardly ever apart, they’ve even started sharing the same bedchamber…

king has begun insisting on prince attending every strategy meeting, but it’s become increasingly obvious that the king only wants his son there so he can use the boy as a cute cockwarmer.

After a while of restless squirming, you resolve to jack yourself off next to your sleeping brother. You listen to his breath and you rub at your poor swollen tdick, bucking your hips up to gain more friction.

As you start to get close, you feel your brother stir next to you, but you're already too far gone to notice or care. You continue rubbing furiously, biting back whines and whimpers.

"Good boyyy," you hear the words softly whispered in your ear just as you reach the edge of orgasm, the firm tenderness of your brother's voice in your ear sending you over the edge.

It's so thick, youre so stretched and full you cant think.

You dont know its an ovipositor. 

Youve been fucking her for ages now, delirious from sex you have lost your concept of time. 

You dont know what she is, but she has markings along her back and arms that glow softly, she has musical tones on her breath as she groans, and she has a thick cock with a cross on the head that you kissed deeply. 

You feel her cock pulsing inside you. You are raw and sensitive and tingling all over. 

She grabs your hips and pulls you closer, deeper, she drags her nails along your back. Groaning happily, sort of like a panflute, she falls into a rhythm grinding her hips against you. 

You are so wet, shes fucked you so thoroughly its like youve conformed to her shape, your hole has been made into her perfect cocksleeve.

You grind on her, enjoying the extra sensation of ... uh, her cock must be thicker at the base. You decide you like that. Her hands on your hips dont let you go too far. She likes to be deep inside you. 

The odd sensation, and a small alarm in your mind, dont go away. As her cock gets thicker inside of you, she groans and gasps with effort that grinding shouldnt take. Horror dawns as you finally realise its an egg. 

You push onto your elbows to get up, but her hand between your shoulder blades says you cant. With strength you cant match, she clutches your thigh and drags you deeper onto her like a good bitch. 

You cry out with each thrust making you take the egg a milimeter more, pushing you closer to a limit - she doesnt relent. 

Even when you find the limit, when she cant make you take it any more, when it feels like shes slamming a knot that just isnt going to fit - she doesnt stop. 

Oh god, you cant take it. You cant. She leans down, gravity on her side as she thrusts into you, chittering softly. You are pounded by it, you feel your slick hole giving in a bit more each time. 

It feels inevitable, she thrusts and grinds it but her cock is so deep already. Its going inside of you, oh god shes going to make you take it! 

Her egg SLAMS inside of you, the shock makes you scream. The stretching of your lips was the worst part, but now you are full and its different. Your breathing is ragged, the pain and weight inside you is making you dizzy. 

She relaxes now, pushing it deeper inside of you with no resistance. Her ovipositor does exactly what it was always going to do, you feel the egg drop inside of you. 

You whine as your hole stretches once more, another egg at your entrance. 

She gives you 7. You didnt count on purpose, but they took all of your attention. 

The fifth and sixth were easy for her to force inside, but you screamed with the shock every time. The widest part of the egg never got easier.  Those were harder for her to deposit though, she was breathing hard and each stroke jostled the rest of her brood inside you.  

The seventh is the worst. It feels like the biggest - but youve thought that for each of them.

Weary, he changes the position, and pulls you on top of her. She wont let her cock leave your bruised, aching hole. You  see how the egg sits in her ovipositor for the first time, her cock swollen with it, like a threat. 

You feel it pressing on your sloppy hole and sob as you weakly slide down. Shes not even thrusting, its like shes taking a break. This one you will be taking yourself. Wont you, slut. 

Without her pounding, its the slowest one. You feel every ridge of that damn cock as you stretch and slip slowly slowly down. 

She thrusts upwards into you, she fucks you with the egg, dragging it in and out, deeper upwards each time. You groan weakly, her strong hands holding your hips tightly. Her ethereal eyes hold your gaze fast. 

You cry out as you finally take it. Her good little broodmare, taking her all eggs like that. She sit up a bit and strokes your face. You shudder with pleasure as the egg is pushed upwards, and finally it joins its bretheren. 

She pulls you aside and lays you on the bed next to her. You cant believe how heavy you are. Her touch is so soft and loving now. 

You cant believe how empty your hole feels as her ovipositor finally falls out. 

You gingerly touch your stomach, horror tightening your throat as you realise youre going to have to push all of these back out. 

“My prince…take a break please. I don’t want to hurt you. My knot is yours and yours alone I swear it.”

“Yes, it’s mine. Which means I’ll use it whenever I want. Now. Again.”