cw: noncon, tentacles, oviposition, mindbreak, mindcontrol
bff’s people have an intricate mating ritual that’s long, exhausting and possibly damaging for both parties involved. there are so many limbs to keep track of. while it will never fade out of their society completely, it cannot be denied they have been looking for more… convenient options for ridding themselves of (unnecessary) eggs. but it’s still an intimate, bordering on sacred, act.
so when she takes you back, the perfect little breeding creature, you are treated with the utmost care. worshipped, almost. given the finest food, clothing and housing. all to ensure you’ll take their eggs well. you won’t have to do anything on your own! if they let you walk on your own, you’re lucky. they’ll feed you, bathe you, dress you, carry you, entertain you- eager to listen to your every command. you’re so, so precious.
they don’t immediately breed you. no, no, of course not! bff is all over the place, getting everything together. getting them to take forms that are less terrifying. teaching you and the others some basic worss in each other’s languages. placing triggers in your mind that will have you forcibly relax upon hearing them. the usual!
they’ll get to it eventually, though. (and bff always gets to watch. if one of them doesn’t treat you gently / isn’t pleasuring you enough, she’ll send them out for you. …unless you communicate a different preference, of course.) you’ll be stuffed full by creature after creature until you’re swollen and a sobbing mess, leaking cum. no matter how much they coo at you, the stretch is unnatural. and they make you cum so hard it almost hurts. but, most of the time, all you can do is relax and let them take care of you.
…eventually, you feel empty when there’s nothing inside you.
