#egg laying

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. 

It felt like it happened in slow motion, you stretched and stretched and were pushed open more and more, breathing hard until finally the egg fell free.

She moaned happily as it fell, pulled you to her chest. You cried as she lovingly pushed her entire ovipositor back inside you, keeping the rest of her brood nice and deep.

She hugged you close and cockwarmed you for hours. You felt a jolt of- panic? Pleasure? -every time her cock pulsed inside you. Panic that it was another egg. Pleasure because, well, its still a throbbing cock inside you and youre still a greedy slut.

She might have slept, but its hard to tell. This was the closest thing to mercy youll have for a while, you make sure to appreciate it. You try not to squeeze or grind on her cock too much, and take advantage of resting.

But. Cmon.

The eggs feel like theyre growing minute by minute. Theyre crowding your insides, pushing against everything inside you, demanding room. She's fucked them so deep inside you, but with limited options they descend.

Much later, you both groaned sleepily as she pulled out. She still held you close, in a cuddly mood apparently. Drawing little circles along your distended stomach, watching the bulges shift inside you.

You keep trying to push and she doesnt seem to stop you. She sort of ... chitters happily. You breath in quick, even puffs, trying to keep the steady pressure as gnarled shells drag against every nerve inside you. Egg 2 finally crowns, you push more and make it split you open. Oh goddd its so much bigger than the first was. She copies your breathing, puffing with you as she pushes it back in.

You give her a pleading look but her hypnotising eyes shine with something like delight and nothing like mercy. Youre so sensitive you feel like youve been edged.

Finally, she sits you in her lap. She kisses and bites your neck with sharp teeth, she rubs your massive swollen belly proudly. You feel oversensitive, and brain-foggy.

You cant tell, as your knees are pushed wide open for her, if youre horrified or the most turned on youve ever been.

You whimper in her arms, grinding against her hand and shivering at her panflute-like breath on your ear. Egg 2 presses against your dripping wet entrance. You know she feels it on her hand, her musical voice picks up with excitement.

Youre breached by the narrow tip of egg, grown so much bigger than the first. Fucked loose so thoroughly and recently, now with gravity on your side, you dont have a choice. It splits you and forces you open. But of course it stops. Her hand cups it, but this time its not her that denies you. The bulbous end is too big to slip out on its own.

Youre tired but you steel yourself and push. All the eggs shift and you sting with fullness. Drawing ragged breaths, you feel more descend and egg 3 tapping on the end of the one that splits you open, threatening to be next.

The crowning egg pops out in a rush. Its a flash of pain as you are forced to stretch so much so quickly, but your pleasure in her hand she makes sure you cum at the same time. You cry out, wracked by every sensation.

She lets you close your legs but her hand is still at your core and theres nothing you can do to move it. You wail as egg 3 slips down into place between your loose hole. Was it better to have you legs open? Would anything make this hurt less?? You shift, and no, no it doesnt. She graps you and pulls your legs up with strength you could never match. The tip of the egg bulges obscenely out of you. You hump the air trying to dislodge it.

No thoughts as your lips expand and expand. Pleasure strikes you like lightning - which of course, makes you clench and bear down. You scream as egg 3 pops out as well. She watches your face as her deft fingers keep you cumming much longer than you can handle.

Number 4 she does catch, right where it feels like its ripping you apart. Holding you on the edge of relief, biting your ear as you scream. Its not even inside you, where your muscles could push it more. No, its just the widest part of the egg keeping you stretched.

The next egg knocks it, she taps them lightly inside you. The sound thrums deeply inside you. The next egg moved slower it feels bigger it feels bigger it feels bigger. You stop pushing for a moment, lean back on her shoulder and cry.

She finally pulls egg 4 free - then the tip of egg 5 follows quickly but oh it reaches your limit so much earlier than the others. Its definitely bigger.

You roll off of her and crawl onto all fours. Youre just too tired to sit up properly. Changing positions shifts the egg, the angle is different. Your legs feel forced open. Rocking back and forth to dislodge it from your body. You grunt with effort, and cry out when its finally birthed, that relief makes you cum.

She slips underneath you, and sits with her lovely hips right under your face. She strokes herself, that fat ovipositor with an x on the head. You know it opens up like petals. She sighs like windchimes as she slowly jerks herself off.

Your body was completely wrecked by this cock but ... fuck its so pretty. Leaning down you drag your tongue across the head, and are rewarded with her lovely moans. It makes you so happy that it tastes like you.

Gently sucking and tonguing her cock, 6 weighs down on your hole and opens you up with such a delicious stretch. Your hips rock to get it out, you convulse and cum on the shell.

Youre such a good slut for these eggs. You clench from cumming, this time squeezing the egg sucks it back in. Youre pulsing, sucking it back in and pushing it back down. Youre fucking yourself on this egg. You choke on her cock and you push.

The relief isnt orgasmic this time, in fact you dont get to enjoy it at all. 6 is birthed and 7 fills its place so quickly and wholly that you cry out and shudder. Theres such a unique horror to feeling something huge stuck half inside you.

You suck the head harder and stroke her from the base. Can she see what shes done to you? Can she see how your slick swollen hole buldges obscenely? You whimper, your thighs tremble and you desperately keep sucking her cock.

Dizzy from effort and choking, you push. Split open like a good breeding bitch, you push. Rutting against the air, you push. The rough shell dragging against your inner walls, you almost dont mind every time you feel it slip just a little back in.

You finally reach the crest, it feels like its moving on its own as its weight drags it out. You are wracked with convulsions as orgasms strike you like lightning, suddenly much lighter. She strokes your hair as you shudder and gasp in her lap. You did such a good job for her.

Tarantulas has an... itch. Now, he's typically able to control himself well. He's never had an issue with that in his existence. However... this beat mode is really, really getting to him.

You were in his lab like usual. Minding your own business for the most part, he thinks of you as his... "partner", oddly enough— He's never really considered anyone to such a high degree before, most "partners" were dealt with once he got what he wanted out of them. Or they betrayed him.

But you, you're special. To him. Its not like you have any sort of scientific temperament he might've found useful but you know how to keep a secret and he values that. Besides, you're a partner to him. Who else would he want to explore this with? The more... animalistic sides all of you seemed to inherit from takes these new alt modes had their own impulses packaged with it. It was strange, carnal needs were not something your kind typically faced.

But it was different now. A hot need swept to his frame and naturally, he turned to you.

So here you are, splayed out before him after a gruelling... who knows how long session of being teased. Despite how he's attempting to drive you insane, there's clearly something off about him. You can tell. He's... gentler? Less cruel. Its unlike him. His touch, although heated and feverish, has a kindness to it.

A relieved moan leaves your vocalizer as you feel his heavy spike slide into your valve, your face burying into the work bench your bent over--- You're probably going to have to help clean this up but you can't even begin to even think about it. Though, he does feel... heavier than he would normally. Nothing your bigger frame can't handle. His pace starts off slow, teasing. Once again.

"Come on.." You've waited patiently for long enough now, Tarantulas laughs a bit, venting hard. You're starting to consider pinning him down and just-

"I suppose you do deserve better..." That... throws you off. No begging? No sadistic humiliation? No degradation? What.. What is wrong with him?

"Tarantulas, are you... h-hah... are you okay?" Your servo holds onto the nearest surface you can find tightly, digits digging in. His pace gradually quickening. You tend never prod into these sort of things, he's quite reserved when it comes to how he feels and such..

"I'm perfectly f-fine.." He says, vocalizer sputtering as he feels your walls clench down on him, a soft moan leaving your dermas. "Am I not supposed to.. nnghh.. reward you?" He says, going quicker, harder. you can tell he's almost there and so are you. Its getting progressively harder to think of replies, frag, to even think in the first place after being teased for so long. Helpless under him.

"Consider this a gift." He says, his tone was off. As if he were expecting something. He continues, speeding up slightly, going rougher. His spike hitting all the right spots, he's mapped out your frame now.

You're not sure what is going on but you feel... something solid. Something piercing through the entrance to your forge and a surprised moan follows, your temperature doubles— The heat from your vents starting to precipitate on your frame, the intrusion sends a warning to your HUD. Something... Something just went through. Your optics shot wide open and another strangled moan left you. It hurt. But why did it feel so good? It stung in a strange way, a strange pleasurable way. The amount of web-like pink transfluid he's coated your insides with was more than enough lubricant for this... what felt like a gelatinous mass to slide through. You're struggling against his grip but Tarantulas is determined to keep you here like this. Your back struts arch as you feel another one pass through, resting in your tank. Tarantulas practically revels in the sight.

"Fascinating.." He pants out, his servo moving to your abdomen— A heat present within, not of your natural frame but as a reaction.

"What.. What is that!?" You manage to vocalize, stabilizers shaking, almost giving out on yourself. Your servos desperately grasping for some support to calm yourself down, your actions are not surprising such as intimate area is usually left untouched... nothing is typically supposed to go up there.

"Oh, don't you worry." Tarantulas groans, his helm on the back on your neck supports. Inhaling your scent. His free servo working up your spike, the tip of his thumb rubbing gently around the duct had you mewling.

"Its-Its going inside me!" It was supposed to come out as a shriek when you felt yet another one slide up, his spike twitching & pulsing to get whatever it is inside you. His servo working harder on your spike, trying to distract you and it works. He's got you moaning out loud.

"And I'm already inside you." He's being cheeky, there's a playfulness to his raspy voice as he reaffirms his grip onto your hip struts, tightening it to make sure he's at the hilt of your channel. His servos going up and down your spike at a quicker pace, the attack of pleasure from both sides leaving you utterly weak to him.

"N-Not like that!" You whine out, trying your hardest to ensure that your stabilizers don't give out on you at this moment with him behind you as another he continues to give you his eggs. Despite the lack of a traditional intake, you can tell he would've had a cheeky grin.

"I meant... the.. haaah... wh-whatever is going up my tank!" Its hard to articulate with how overwhelming the experience is, the stretch, his attentiveness to your spike, the fullness of your valve... His servo continues to work up your spike and the way your optics roll back when your splattered your own transfluid over your chassis was to kill for in his opinion. You spike twitches in his servo as you overload nears.

"Ah.. yes, th-that..." He murmurs, raspy as your valve clenches down on him with the way you bulldoze yourself through another overload, a loud moan leaving your vocalizer. "You needn't worry yourself with s-something... as trivial as being an incubator." He buries him helm into the back of your neck, it takes a bit for his words to really register and you get what he meant with how hazy your mind was, still on a high. You pant, taking a moment to regain your bearings & get the heat out of your overworked systems-

But then it clicked.

Holy frag.

He's laying eggs in you.

Your optics are wide and you try to look back at a pleasure-drunk Tarantulas, slightly difficult from your position but you catch a glimpse. What the frag? He can lay eggs??? How??? Was it by the virtue of your alt modes?? Would you end up being a parent!??! What is he thinking??? WOULD IT HATCH IN YOU?

"Oh, don't look like that~" He teases, seeing your horrified expression. "These are just... some quirks we've gotten with our new alt modes, dear." He chuckles. "And there's no one else I'd want to test these features on than you."

"You're... You're horrible..." You pant out. Of course he'd use you as a test subject... He could've warned you at least when he brought you here for your usual activities.

"I doubt any of these... eggs would harbour actual life of any kind. Us Cybertronians are n-mmFF..." He feels your valve clench down on him even tighter with the rhythmic pulses of his ovipositor, the ridges striking against nodes as his eggs find their way into your tanks. Your claws are practically digging into this wall of the laboratory, processor dizzy with all this pleasure.

"Nhnn... Tarantulas..." You whine, feeling his eggs enter your forge one by one, taking its place within your tank. The gelatinous substance rests inside of you, steadily. Your optics look down to see where your frame feels heavy from the sheer amount he's planting into you. There's steam fuming from your vents, this whole thing is making you so, so dizzy.

Its... hot. In a weird, freakish way. You find yourself into this in spite of everything.

"Mm.. How delectable." He groans out, his voice slightly shaking. Primus, if you could see yourself through his visor... Full of his eggs & spike. He's made sure that there's not a single tank he hasn't filled of yours with his transfluids. His grip is shaky and one servo moves to your lower abdomen.

"I-I can't-" Another plea from your side, you can feel his helm by the side of yours as his spike remains firmly pressed against end of your channel. A small line of drool from the corner of your intake, positively spike drunk. This feels unlike anything you've ever felt. The constant pulsing of his spike striking against nodes in a rhythm, you might just overload on his spike while he's doing this.

"Nonsense." He hisses out, groaning. Tarantulas needs this. Badly. His servos are quite literally denting your hip struts, holding you tight. His mandibles grazing against the back of your neck supports as you remain panting.

He grabs you by your hip struts and sits down with you on his lap as you remain full of him, vents blaring out the heat from your systems. You're so warm... Tarantulus isn't sure if he'd ever want to pull out. Your insides are so warm... And you look so cute like this! Full of his eggs, you're drooling too. The small distention at your abdomen, he practically coos as his servo caresses the area. You involuntarily flinch, clearly not used to having your plating do that. Your optics remain wide as you try to process what just happened, the overwhelming pleasure wearing off.

But you... you want more. You like this feeling, its alien in every way possible but this is unlike anything.. and everything you could ever feel. You have no idea why you even want more, it feels like... instinct.

"Again. Please? J-Just... Once more?" You're pleading him so sweetly and Tarantulas would, he would all the time if he could. But it throws him off. He'd have guessed you're tired, or maybe even cuss him out without giving so much as a warning.

"I'd love to but I need a moment..." His servo gently presses against your distended plating and he gets your whimper as a response, he's surprised you want to go at it— He would've guessed something like this would feel at least uncomfortable given this isn't how Cybertronians typically... interface. But its a welcome surprise, that 'itch' in his systems feel relieved when those eggs made their way out of him.

"I can take more..." You whine and you feel his spike twitching at that. You're so good for him. You gently rub your stabilizers together just to tease him, his spike still inside you.

"How o-obscene!" He cackles, not expecting that. Sputtering a bit even. But if its more eggs you want then... he might as well fill you to the maximum.

"You like it when I'm like that.." You mumble out, kissing his face mindlessly as you remain with him deep inside you. The deepest anyone has ever gone....

And how could he resist you? Half lidded optics looking at him begging to be full, the vents working overtime on your frame and don't even get him started on your valve. He shudders, primal coding going haywire within him. Considering you're from a larger size bracket, you probably could take more and that... that entices him.

It's going to be a long, long night.

BONUS: graphic egg laying. like next level freak stuff.

"Shhh... Sh... we need to get them out." He has you on his lap, the gelatinous blobs have hardened slightly. They have been incubated enough within you. Tarantulas now believes its time to help you take them out. Poor you, walking around base so heavy, carrying his fluids and eggs. And the best part? Your mid-section plating seems to have distended a bit more than when the eggs were first left to incubate. They must have expanded a bit more within you, the covering must've gotten harder.... The sight was painfully arousing knowing that it was he who was responsible. Thinking about the changes that are happening within your frame only serves to excite him more. None of the others knew a thing but at this point, Tarantulas doubts he would care if they knew.

He would've grinned if he could, Tarantulas' digit gently makes its wave into your valve, going deeper than he usually does with his digits. He pressed down on a something and a sudden, sweltering heat hits you in your core, all the way down to your array. All your equipment coming online as your biolights pulse with a strong intensity. And you feel fluid... gush out of your forge... The seal overriding. You're squirming in his grip as his lap is stained with his own fluid, moaning as you feel his digits rhythmically hit that spot.

"Oh, calm down.." He mutters, slightly amused by your show. The other servo wrapped around you tight, gently stroking the distended area. You can feel the eggs start to slowly slide down. Its an odd feeling... His digits pull out of your transfluid soaked valve glistening and moves to your cute little node instead, his thumb gently rubbing the node, massaging it— He knows you'll need a lot more lubricant to get them out of you and what better lubricant than the one you can naturally produce.

Your moans follow quickly and you feel the first one slide out, its... harder and bigger than it was when placed inside you. You whimper, pushing your hardest as the spider continues to tease your node.

"Tarantulas..." It comes out so needy, so desperate, so... unlike anything he's ever heard & the way you're looking at him.. Are you asking to have more eggs in you? Because he could & would if you kept acting so-

Tarantulas is snapped out of his thoughts when he sees one of them, slowly coming out of you, stretching you valve open. Cursing under your vents as your stabilizers shake. The egg is slimy and moist as Tarantulas watches keenly, no longer hitting you with a witty quip.

The mad scientist finds this obscenely arousing. Oh Primus, he's just going to have to stuff you with eggs more often now, won't he? Primus knows how many he's managed to place in you. Though, he doubts you'd be happy to know that.

"Nnghh..." You whimper as Tarantulas gently pulls it out of your valve with a wet, pop sound. Another wet, slimy egg sliding its way out.

"H-How many are there...?" You mutter, the discomfort was... something and pushing the eggs out was not easy, your poor gaping valve ruined.

"A lot more. You wanted to be full yesterday." Tarantulas breaks his silence, recalling the night before. You whine when you hear that, there is a subtle embarrassment flashing across your features. This is going to take a long while. You have an expression he could only call a pout across your face, he cackles.

"If you don't take them out now, they'll harden significantly and this process will be a lot more painful." He explains, his digit drawing a circle around your abdomen and your blinking node, making your channel even wetter, back curving slightly against his frame as you try your hardest to push out the remaining.

"Besides, what if they hatch within you? We wouldn't want that..." His tone goes low in a way which concerns you.

Oh, how he wishes you didn't have to take them out... He wanted you to walk around like this so so badly. So full, so needy for him & so willing. It was almost like a primal need.

Your face, despite the fact that its metal becomes pale and panicked.

"I THOUGHT YOU S-SAID THAT WASN'T POSSIBLE!!!" Awww, your optics are all wide... Tarantulas enjoys messing with you, maybe a little too much. Your servos holding onto his arms even tighter.

"You never know." Despite the lack of a traditional intake, you can very well see the smile on his face.

Maybe next time, he should have you trapped in one of his webs before having fun.

@bean-with-a-knife and mystery info anon the goat. ik this isn't accurate as to how spiders use their equipment but i deadass got a bit too horny also HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS REALLY WANT HIM.

whoever you are, know that you are the goat.