Morning came sooner than Charlie would have liked. He’d spent much of the night tossing and turning, his mind swirling with thoughts of eggs and potential threesomes. Because as bluntly as he dismissed Lexi’s suggestions, the weavile’s offer refused to leave his thoughts. The more he considered it, the better it sounded. And the better it sounded, the weirder and lewder his dreams became.

He’d been so close when the cramps began, tearing him out of an awkward dream where a very familiar weavile was between his legs, licking his vent as she smugly looked up at him. As though she was aware of the effect her dream self was having on it. It made him feel very guilty, and he was almost thankful for the twinges of pain drawing his mind away from the annoyingly cocky weavile.

If only the cramping wasn’t so unbearable.

The fletchinder groaned as he sat upright, curling his talons as the cramps ran their course. He looked down at the slight bulge in his belly, easily able to imagine the horrors hidden under all the feathers. How such a small thing could cause so much pain, he didn’t know. It would have been barely noticeable if he hadn’t already been aware of its presence. But it was there, waiting for the perfect moment to escape in a not-so-fun way at his expense. The cramps that woke him up more than spoke for themselves. Laying eggs suuuucked.

Thinking of himself as a girl again might make it easier, maybe help him get into the ‘proper’ mindset. He wasn't convinced, but he was willing to try anything if it got too bad. Just imagining the egg making its agonizingly slow way through his very female insides, before plopping out in a final, agonizing stretch had him clenching down in protest, as if that could stop the dang thing from coming out. He wished there was another way to get it out without actually getting it out.

Briefly, he wondered if any psychic pokemon were on the island. Maybe they could teleport it out? That would be nice. Or maybe they’d mess up and teleport his intestines instead. Yeah, no thanks.

Charlie stretched his wings and groaned softly, trying not to wake the other two pokemon snoozing by his side. Lexi was sprawled out on her back, one of her legs kicking in a way he had to admit was adorable. What wasn’t adorable was the noise coming from her snout, a snore loud enough to raise the dead. Lexi's lack of modesty even while asleep had its own… charm, one could say. Yeah. Charm.

Staring at her presented crotch stirred something in him, however. He looked away quickly, flustered as the sight triggered memories of just how many dreams he’d had of the weavile last night. Lexi’s offer from the previous evening began sounding less crazy by the minute.

The way Lance slept was much more adorable, and helped banish any lingering thoughts of threesomes. The snow-white vulpix was curled up into a tight ball with a paw over his muzzle, his rising and falling chest the only indication he was still breathing. Charlie giggled, chest swelling with pride at having snagged such a cute boyfriend.

His good mood diminished as he began a morning stretch. Each shift of his body sent jabs of pain through his midsection, and even his back cramped up as he splayed his wings. The discomfort was particularly bad in his stomach, making him feel bloated and fat. 

He knew it wasn't actually his stomach, but it helped to think of it that way. Maybe if I pretend this is normal for long enough it won't hurt as much.

Charlie still couldn’t believe there was an egg growing inside him. It didn’t make sense. Like, objectively he understood; but it was one thing to accept he was a girl while having sex, and an entirely different thing to accept there was an unfertilized egg inside him that was about to be outside him. This was something girls went through, this was something other pokemon went through, but not him. Not Charlie. How could he create life? 

Not that it was a life now, ew no, but he’d already had sex, he knew how the mechanics worked down there. One squirt was all it took, though it would require another fletchinder or something, not the fluffy boyfriend currently privy to that particular activity. 

A small part of him still worried Lance could impregnate him, that his egg could be fertilized by the cum he could still feel leaking from his vent. He trusted his Dad, though. On this subject at least, the ninetales seemed convinced. Pokemon could breed between species, sure, but he was way different than Lance down there. Honestly, it was pretty crazy just how different.

"Ugh… you're awake? But it’s so early…"

Of course it was Lexi who woke up next.

"Cramps," Charlie explained simply. "Woke me up."

Lexi looked at his belly and winced. "Ouch. I think I can see it, too. Can you feel the egg, or is it just, uh, cramps?"

"Dunno," he said with a shrug of his wings. "I definitely feel bloated, but it's not like I can feel the egg."

Lexi stared at the bump in his underbelly, biting her lip. He wasn’t sure what she was thinking, only that the way she looked at him was making him uncomfortable.

"Can I… feel it?" she asked, sounding embarrassed. "I'll be gentle, promise!"

"I don't know," Charlie said, a little put out by the question. Not that he didn’t trust her, but it was a weird thing to ask. "Why do you even want to?"

She bit her lip harder. "I've always been curious about eggs," she said. "You can say no, I won't mind."

Charlie considered it. What was the harm, really? It shouldn’t hurt. "Sure. You can touch my belly, I guess? Just don't push on it, and if I say stop, you stop."

"Thanks!" she said. "I'll be extra careful, promise." Lexi beamed at him, obviously excited by the prospect as she reached forward and placed a clawed hand on his underbelly. Charlie tensed, prepared for it to hurt, only for him to feel an odd pressure as Lexi pressed down slightly, the resistance from his egg quite stark. "This is so cool! The lump is hard, there's definitely an egg in there!"

"I hadn't noticed," Charlie deadpanned.

Lexi pressed down more firmly, and aside from the slight cramping as the egg shifted, it felt nice. Almost like a massage. Then she rubbed him harder, claws gliding through his feathers and sending tingles to the tips of his wings. Charlie was happy to let her keep it up, until his vent flexed, telling him he was enjoying this perhaps a little too much. 

"A-ah, okay, you can stop touching me now!" Charlie blurted, heavily flustered by his body’s reaction.

Lexi pulled her hand back without hesitation, though she did pout in the process. "Fiiine. Did it hurt?"

Charlie fluttered his feathers in embarrassment. "Not… exactly," he admitted, looking anywhere but her eyes. He couldn't shake that dream, Lexi gazing lustfully from between his legs as she ate him out. His cloaca continued to quiver long after the massage ended, though that mortifying bodily function thankfully stopped when the anxiety of the situation managed to sap any unwelcome arousal. "Felt odd, is all. And yes, I could feel the egg shifting slightly when you did that. Very, um, strange."

Lexi squinted at him. "Odd, huh? You sure it didn't feel good?"

How’d she know?! "Wh-why do you say that?"

"No reason." Grinning, the weavile peered down his body toward his tail feathers. "Oh, by the way, you're leaking again."

"Crap!"

Lexi laughed at him. “I don’t mind! Seriously, it’s kind of hot. Do you think I can watch you squeeze some out?” She rubbed her arm awkwardly. “I’m not asking for, like, any sexual stuff, I know you and Lance don’t want that, but looking is fine, right?”

Charlie wasn’t sure, but he could see the longing in her eyes, the burning curiosity like a raging fire. The weavile wanting to see him do that was embarrassing, but was there really any harm to it? He’d gone further with Nicky. Way further. Lexi was just curious: nothing wrong with a little curiosity. He could indulge Lexi this one time.

Charlie swallowed hard as he spread his legs out, talons curling anxiously as Lexi got a good look at his leaking cloaca. “J-just don’t touch anything, okay? This is so embarrassing…”

“Thanks!” Lexi said, her eyes intense as she watched the cum dribble from his cloaca. She stared for a few seconds, making him feel weird. He still wasn’t exactly sure if he liked being stared at by her or not. “What’s it feel like? Is it still warm?”

“Yeah, it’s still warm,” he said. 

Lexi squirmed, crossing her legs. “Awesome.”

Letting a friend stare at him like this was odd, especially when it was Lexi, doubly so since she was obviously aroused. He wasn’t sure why she was so curious, but he couldn’t deny the thrill it gave him. Like he was special, worth something purely because of what he looked like. Lance, Nicky, Lexi, they all thought he was attractive. They all, in one way or another, like what he looked like, wanted his body, either in spite or because of differences to their anatomy. It was flattering. Embarrassing, but flattering.

More of the dream he had last night flashed through his mind, and he realized that Lance had been there, watching Lexi go down on him as he pawed off. Nicky also might have been there, maybe. He simply remembered feeling… safe. Surrounded by his best friends. Everyone was there, everyone was horny, and everyone was having a blast.

Charlie clacked his beak anxiously at the conflicting thoughts. He’d given the concept of a threesome with Lexi a lot of thought last night, as his dreams had made quite clear. Getting more intimate with Lexi, with all of his friends, really, it was getting harder and harder to remember why he had been so against the idea, why it was so wrong? As long as there weren't any weird romantic feelings going around, it could be fun. Each of his friends was pent up in their own ways. He and Lance were the only two getting any action. The others were probably as curious about sex as he had been. Being so different, there were plenty of things to explore.

He’d have to think about it some more. When Lance woke up, well, he’d see. If Lance knew he was open to it, he was pretty sure Lance would be too.

“Are you really a virgin?” Charlie asked while he mulled over the threesome idea. “Because you told me about that, uh, snom you were with. Forgot his name. But you were pretty insistent you two did it.”

Lexi flushed, her ears falling flat. “O-oh, right. Blake. I didn’t lie about that; I said I never had sex, remember? We did other stuff. He licked me and I blew him, but that’s it. He wanted to, uh, go further, but I was too nervous.”

“You? Too nervous for sex? Seriously?” Charlie couldn’t hide his surprise, but it made sense. Lexi opening up about herself was a recent development, as she had never let on how vulnerable she could be. Lexi wasn’t just a horny weavile, after all.

“Sh-shut up,” she said, “I can get nervous too! His dick was very weird! And I wasn’t sure he was the right guy.”

“And me and Lance are?” he pressed, fishing for a specific response.

“Well, yeah!” She stared intently into his eyes, enough to make him blush. “You’re both my best friends. I trust you guys. You’re not some random strangers. Blake was, uh, sort of my friend, but not really. We just messed around a bit, you know. The dick broke up with me when I didn’t want to fuck him. Though, maybe that’s because I said his bug dick looked like a torture device.”

Charlie choked with laughter, not expecting that. “You didn’t!”

“I did!” Lexi laughed back, smirking. “You should’ve seen the look on his face! Maybe he’ll have better luck with a masochist. All those spines, I’m amazed I survived the blowjob.”

“That’s so mean!” But he was smiling, giggling along with the absurdity of the conversation.

“Ugggh, you guys are so looooud! I wanted to sleep in…” Lance sat up groggily as he squinted at the two. His head poof was quite ruffled, making him look even more adorable than usual. “What’re you two even talking about, anyway? And why’s it so funny?”

“Lexi called her snom boyfriend’s penis a ‘torture device’,” Charlie said.

Lance blanched at the heavily flustered Lexi, before bursting into giggles. “She didn’t!” he said between laughter.

“You’d say the same if you saw it!” Lexi defended herself. Shifting somewhat on the feathery bed, she grinned at Lance. “Would you want something with spines and hooks near your ass?”

Now it was Lance’s turn to get all flustered. “F-fair point.” His ears flattened as he seemed to mull it over even further. “...It had hooks? No way.”

“He told me it’s like a lock and key or something,” explained Lexi. She then made a circle with two of her left hand claws, and put her right index claw through it. Vigorously. Charlie rolled his eyes at Lexi being Lexi. “We got all the way up to him pressing it against my vulva before I got too nervious to go further. Those weird hook things tickled in all the wrong ways. Waaay too freaky.” She narrowed her eyes. “You do NOT tell anyone this, got it?”

Charlie and Lance nodded. “Your secret’s safe with me!” Lance said.

“Ditto,” Charlie said, wincing when a cramp rolled through him, his insides tense and tight. The uncomfortable sensation didn't last long, but now that he knew what was happening he swore he could feel things shifting in there. 

“You alright, Charlie?” Lance asked upon noticing his reaction. “Is it the egg?

“Uh-huh.” Charlie took slow, deep breaths, something his dad suggested after learning about his first egg. Talking with the old ninetales could be embarrassing at times, but at least his advice worked. He was feeling more relaxed already. “It’s not ready to come out yet, I think, just some cramping. Thanks for… thanks for worrying. It’s nice to feel cared for.”

Lance moved over and nuzzled his neck, filling his chest with a pleasant warmth. “That’s because I do care,” he murmured, then licked his beak. Charlie giggled and licked him back, even though his short and stout tongue wasn’t nearly as effective at it.

Charlie lost himself in Lance’s beautiful blue eyes. He leaned in, ready to engage in a more passionate show of affection when Lexi cleared her throat.

“Ahem,” the weavile said, squinting at the two. Neither pair moved for a moment, though Charlie snuck in a quick nuzzle, Lance giggling as they rubbed their cheeks together. “Cute, but now you’re just bragging. If you’re not gonna let me in on anything, at least wait until I leave before getting all lovey-dovey.”

This was it. This was the perfect opportunity to tell Lexi he’d reconsidered her offer. He wasn’t sure at first, but now he was positive about what he wanted. Not just with Lexi either, but Nicky too. So long as everyone was included, it would be just fine. He was a little worried what Lance might think, but if he said no, that was that. Lance came first, always. 

The accidental innuendo nearly sent him into a fit of giggles.

“I was thinking about what you said last night,” Charlie began, pulling away from Lance to give the weavile his full attention. “As long as it’s not romantic, and we’re just like… having fun, I’d be okay doing things between all four of us.” 

Lexi stared at him for all of a second before pumping her fist. “Fuck yeah! Ooooh, this is gonna be great! There are sooooo many things I want to do, I can’t even--”

Charlie held up a wing to stop the thirsty weavile in her tracks. 

“Hush for once, will you? It’s not just up to me.” He tilted his head toward Lance, whose eyes had gone very wide. As willing as Charlie was, the vulpix’s reaction was worrying. He couldn’t tell if he was into the idea or not. “Is-- is this okay? I’m only up for this if you are, and only if we do everything together. Not sneaking around behind each other’s backs.” No doing what I did with Nicky. 

Lance squirmed, eyes flicking between him and the giggling weavile, who grinned like she’d been blessed by Articuno. The vulpix leaned in for a private whisper, “When did you even talk about this with her? Is she pressuring you? Is this your idea or hers? I might be okay with it, but I need to know it’s what you want.”

Fuzzy things filled Charlie’s chest, making him feel warm and special. Out of all the responses Lance could have given, this was probably the sweetest. He’d really snagged the best boyfriend, hadn’t he? 

“You were asleep,” he whispered back, nudging the eavesdropping weavile away with a wing. He glared at her. “Jeez, give us a moment, okay? He’s obviously nervous about this, and you butting in isn’t helping.”

“Ugh, fiiine,” Lexi said, crossing her arms with a huff but staying away. She bit her lip. “Sorry…”

Charlie turned back to Lance and took a deep breath. “Lexi asked to have a threesome last night. I sorta laughed it off, thinking it was mostly a joke. Then I thought about it some more. As long as it’s nothing romantic, I realized I’m open to it. The girls get to explore their first boy, and you get to explore someone like yourself and another pokemon with a cloaca. I mean, if Nicky’s up for it. I’m still not sure about that. What do you think?”

“I don’t know.” Lance scuffed at the bedding with a paw, digging into the loose feathers and leaves. “Are you sure you won’t get jealous? Are you sure I won’t get jealous? I felt pretty icky about you and Nicky, still do even with the context. It makes me feel weird.”

Charlie flinched, but he couldn’t say it wasn’t fair. What he did with Nicky went too far for friends; he understood that now. He was beyond lucky Lance didn’t break up with him over it. “Next time she lays eggs, we can both be there. Er, I mean, if you and Nicky are okay with it. But still! If this happens, if we make this a thing, that’s how it’ll be: together. Lots of pokemon like to mate with multiple partners, courting them all romantically, I get that, but I want it to just be us. You and me. Lexi and Nicky are good friends we hang out with, they’ll just… be included in some sex stuff.”

“Oh gosh, you’re serious? So if I wanted to, I could knot Lexi? Like, actually have sex with her and you’d be perfectly cool with it?” he questioned, ears perked as he looked at the weavile in question. He looked away hotly when she winked. It was clear from his expression he was blushing hard under his fur.

Charlie was also flustered by the scenario, tail feathers fanning out as he imagined it. If they went through with this, it could happen. His boyfriend could knot Lex.

Charlie swallowed hard. “Y-yeah, that’s one example,” he said, taking deep breaths to calm down his growing arousal. “And I could give her a cloacal kiss. Does that sound hot? Watching that? Because… because watching you knot her sounds hot to me…”

“It really does,” Lance breathed, his eyes glazing as he imagined the scenario Charlie just had. He turned back to Lexi, who looked very eager to hear his results.. “It… it sounds really fun,” he continued, “I miiight be down for it. But--”

Lexi didn’t give him the chance to finish, having already rushed him with a hug, squeezing tight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh my gosh, I can’t wait! Can we do it now? Pleeeease?”

“Ack! Lemme go! I only said maybe!” Lance wiggled free of their overly enthusiastic friend, ears flattening against his head. The hint of red peeking out of his sheath spoke volumes about his own excitement, but he was clearly not fully on board, especially not ready to do anything like this now, and honestly neither was Charlie. For various reasons. One of which he decided to remind Lexi of.

“I’m probably laying today, remember? So even if he was ready, I’m not.” 

“Oh.” Lexi’s enthusiasm stopped dead. It was honestly upsetting how swiftly it was sapped out of her. “Right.”

“Yeah, I’m not too thrilled either, being the one laying eggs and all,” Charlie said with a grimace. “I’m sorry, Lexi, but today is just about me and Lance. He’s promised to help me make the laying easier. Having you there too might make me too anxious. Maybe you can talk to Nicky? Ask her how she feels about doing sex stuff with all of us, but do make it clear that Lance isn’t totally decided yet. That way we can do it at her place, keep her included, but also temper her expectations in case Lance decides he’s not for it. I don’t feel comfortable messing around without her, leaving her out when we have fun. It has to be with all of us, or none of us.” Except him and Lance of course, but that was implied.

Lexi seemed a little less bummed out, but the energy was clearly gone as she let out a deep sigh. “Alright, that makes sense. I agree. Nicky would probably be crushed to be left out of this. I’m pretty sure she’ll be down. Lapras are very polyamorous, something to do with their egg laying strategy I guess. No real parenting. We can save the fun stuff for another day… Are you sure I can’t stay for the egg?” She leaned in hopefully. “I’m honestly curious. I’ll be quiet and still and you won’t even know I’m there. Please?”

Charlie considered it. He really did. She might even be able to make it pleasant, with how lovely her claws had felt against his belly. But he ultimately shook his head, making Lexi slump. “I don’t feel like being gawked at while my vent is splitting open. Lance is only here because he’s gonna help me. Dunno exactly how we’re going to make it work, but Nicky gave me some ideas.”

“I-I’d also rather it just be me and Charlie,” Lance piped in. “If that means anything. It’s private for him, and I just-- I want him to feel comfortable. It’ll also give us some alone time for me to think about the, uh, group sex stuff…” 

The fuzzies in Charlie’s chest increased to further heights, and he knew he’d made the correct choice. This would be about them, no one else. It might be scary, it might hurt--okay, would hurt, probably a lot--but Lance being there by his side would make it all okay, make it special. Especially once the vulpix loosened him up with some well-placed orgasms.

That was the plan, anyway, but that didn’t make Charlie any less nervous. The details were fuzzy, the mechanisms for getting those orgasms not exactly clear. Heck, he wasn’t sure if what worked for a lapras would even work for him. 

Charlie fought back a groan. They’d have time to flesh out those details later, preferably not when he was already in the midst of laying.
 
Lexi didn’t seem too upset by the denial, at least not any more upset. She mostly seemed resigned. “I understand. I'm disappointed, I guess, but I get it. Where are you going to lay? Not here, surely? Isn’t your dad gonna be home?”

Charlie glanced down at his bed, thinking it over. He had been scraping his bed for the past few days as though it were a nest--and honestly, wasn’t it? Feathers, pine needles, all kinds of soft moss, even a shiny stone or two. Usually it was messy, everything tossed around into a blob he slept on. Lately he’d been moving things around, shuffling them with his beak and scraping the floor with his claws, generally feeling anxious if he didn’t get things perfect.

Charlie figured it was just nesting instincts, which meant his body wanted him to lay here. The subtle indent where he’d been sleeping was suspiciously suiting for an egg or two to rest in. He liked how his bed looked, all nice and tidy, and perfect for raising a clutch he very much did not want and was not getting.

Even if having a tiny fletchling or two stumbling around sounded cute.

“I probably would lay the egg at home if Lance wasn’t here,” Charlie admitted, eyeing his nest longingly. “It would be embarrassing, but I’d rather my dad be nearby in case anything went wrong than do it somewhere alone.” It went further than that. If it was just him and his dad, he’d likely ask the ninetales to stay with him. Laying eggs was terrifying, but he loved his dad, felt safe around his dad. He’d rather feel safe and embarrassed than alone and terrified. “Anyway, I’ve already got it all planned out. We’re going to that one cave we like to hang out in, you know, the one by the cliffside near Lapras Sea. It has a lot of pretty glow crystals, so I could bring some soft things and make a temporary nest or something.

Lexi nodded. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Isolated, hard to get to. No chance of any pervs peeping at you.”

“Does that include you?” Charlie said coyly.

He and Lance laughed, and Charlie only laughed harder when Lexi shoved him playfully. 

“Okay, ouch, I walked into that,” she said, giggling a little herself. “But seriously, come get me after, okay? I want to know how it went. If whatever you two have planned helps or-- jeez, Charlie, are you okay?!”

No he was not. Another cramp struck as she was talking, reeling him over with a strangled whine. He gnashed his beak as the horrible sensation rampaged his insides, like there was a jagged rock cutting a path through areas he really wished didn’t exist right about now. The wave of agony passed by quickly, leaving him panting as his vent fluttered with uncomfortable aftershocks. 

“That was w-worse than last night,” Charlie whimpered, looking up at his two friends. When had he fallen over? “D-dang it… I think it’s coming sooner than I expected. That was on par with the first egg.”

Lexi reached forward as though she were going to touch him, only to pull back. “Should I leave?” 

Charlie’s heart fell, but he nodded. “You probably should. Sorry.” 

When Lexi’s expression fell, it was surprisingly Lance who came to her rescue, “H-hey now, maybe she can come with us to the cave? Just, uh, so we can hang out a bit more? If we’re going to do… sex stuff together, we can at least do that right? I mean, if you’re alright with that Charlie?”

Charlie looked at Lance, surprised, but then he let out a delighted giggle. “That sounds fine! It’s just the messier egg stuff I want between us, she can walk us to the cave.” He turned to the weavile. “How’s that sound?”

Lexi beamed. “Yeah! Let’s go!”

The walk there was exhausting. The cramps kept increasing in frequency and intensity until they were full-blown contractions, making it increasingly difficult to wade through the thickening snow. His poor vent fluttered and trembled as it was wracked with each powerful internal squeeze and unsqueeze, like an orgasm only its rhythmic convulsions were minutes apart and lacked any pleasure at all.

Basically, it sucked.

“Are we there yet?” Charlie whined for the third time, despite knowing full well where they were. Spoiler: not at the cave.

“Is it getting worse?” Lance asked from his side, pausing to blatantly stare at his exposed and quivering vent with worry in his eyes. Charlie nodded, and Lance sighed. “Want me to carry you?”

Charlie squinted at the smaller vulpix. “How do you plan on doing that?”

He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. “Oh. Right. You are pretty big…”

“Gee, thanks,” Charlie said jokingly.

Meanwhile, Lexi had returned home halfway to the cave. The weavile wasn’t shy in her reasons, telling them without any hesitation that she planned to “have a nice, lengthy clawing-off session before seeing Nicky.” Apparently, thinking about their potential future exploits had gotten her horny. Well, good for her, because while Lexi was off to get off, Charlie was on the way to squeezing an egg out of his poor vent, the very same vent currently threatening to freeze because it refused to keep itself shut to the stupid cold. The only reason he didn’t have frostbite was his inner heat, but that was frankly difficult to control through increasingly violent contractions.

Charlie practically flew into the cave when they finally reached it, leaping inside and rushing as deep as he could without a moment’s hesitation, collapsing in a heap directly next to a cluster of brilliantly glowing gems.

“Finally!” he moaned, spreading out his wings on the floor and radiating heat. Warming up this way wasn’t nearly as effective outside, most of the heat being lost to his surroundings, but within the tight confines of the cave there was nowhere for the warmth to escape. The air quickly became nice and toasty, just like he liked it. “I was freezing my butt off.”

Lance entered soon after, only to reel back as though struck. “Jeez, why’d you make it so warm in here?! Can’t you tone it down a little?”

“No, it's perfect,” Charlie insisted, looking at the upside-down vulpix. ”Makes the cramps hurt less, more relaxing too.”

Lance sighed as he entered. "As long as it makes you more comfortable laying."

Charlie was glad Lance conceded, because an argument over the temperature of the freaking air, of all things, was the last thing he needed when he was about to lay a giant egg.

"So… what now?" Lance said, sitting next to him with his legs tucked neatly under his body.

"Well," Charlie began. "First I need to mentally psyche myself up for it, because I so do not want to squeeze an egg out of me again. Relaxing right here next to you sounds nice." Charlie shuffled closer to the vulpix, resting one of his wings against his thigh. "Just like this, mhm."

"Would…would doing your idea from last night help?"

Charlie glanced over at him with some exasperation. "You just want an excuse to knot me again, don't you?" 

The guilty look Lance gave him spoke louder than words. 

"Y-yeah," the fuzzy snowball admitted. He was so glad Lance was warmer than he looked. "But it's a good idea too! It'll, uh, stretch you before the egg comes, making it… easier to lay?"

Charlie decided to have mercy on him. "I'm just giving you a hard time," Charlie said, giggling at Lance’s attempt to justify himself. "I'm the one who suggested it, of course I'm still down for it. I just… maybe you can start by loosening me up with your mouth? You still haven't paid me back for that blowjob."

"I can do that," Lance said, before squirming and adding, "but how do I know if it's the right hole? It’s all the same place, so…"

"You're not going to complain about my cloaca being 'gross' again, are you? I thought you were over that." Charlie really hoped that wasn’t where this line of questioning was going. 

"Nothing like that!" Lance said quickly. "I just want to be sure I'm doing it right. I haven’t licked you there yet."

"You managed to squeeze your penis into the right hole," Charlie countered with a tilting of his head. "So I'm pretty sure you can figure it out. Besides, most of the sensation is external; you know, the part winking at you. So you can't really miss it."

His vent visibly clenched as though in demonstration, sending a shudder of arousal that made his tail feathers flutter in kind. 

Then a different sort of spasm happened, a ripple of squeezes that passed through his belly and ended at his vent, causing him to flex in an entirely less-fun way. It wasn’t intense enough to double him over, but he did grit his beak as the wave kept his muscles taut, vent flexing in an entirely less-fun way. 

Lance looked at him, obviously concerned. It was very sweet.

“I’m fine,” Charlie said once the contraction played its course. “It wasn’t even that bad this time. Just annoying.” Also annoying was the interplay between arousal and discomfort, like a tug of war between pleasure and pain. It left his vent feeling tight and cramped, so Charlie decided to lessen some of the pressure by spreading his legs, curling his talons as he let out a relieved sigh. Incidentally, this gave Lance a perfect view of his drooling cloaca, moisture squelching from its puffy center with each fleshy wink. 

Lance gawked at his sex as though it held the secrets of the universe, and Charlie ruffled his feathers excitedly at just how much he obviously loved the sight.  It was quite fun to openly flaunt his cloaca, especially with how smitten Lance was with it. 

"I can’t get over how sexy that is,” Lance said after staring for a moment. Charlie’s breast swelled with pride at the compliment. “Girl vulpix and ninetales don’t have anything like it, their parts just swell up when they’re excited or in heat. Oh, and I guess they tense up a lot when touched, sorta like a flinch where the whole vulva gets closer to the tailhole.”

“And how do you know that?” Charlie questioned.

“I, uh, don’t tell anyone?” Lance looked guilty, which meant it was something very juicy indeed. “It’s nothing bad, just embarrassing.”

“My beak’s sealed,” Charlie said, eager to learn one of Lance’s secrets.

Lance took a deep breath. “I, uh, walked in on Dad licking Mom once. I mean, I’ve walked in on them tied once when they were making Sasha, so that was technically more embarrassing.” Lance coughed and quickly changed the subject, “A-anyway, I walked in on Dad licking Mom’s… uh, you know, before I was old enough to understand. I was curious, duh, since I didn’t know what they were doing, so I just… hid for a bit and watched them before they saw me and asked me to leave. I can’t get the image of her bits bouncing up and down out of my mind.”

Charlie stared at the flustered vulpix for all of two seconds before bursting into laughter. “Bouncing up and down, oh my gosh, Lance, that’s hilarious!”

“H-hey! It’s not funny!” Lance protested as his ears flattened back. “I’m traumatized!”

That only made him laugh harder, the fletchinder rolling around on his back as he giggled at the ridiculous scenario. His arousal and even the egg were forgotten as he imagined the scene: Little baby Lance, innocent and pure, assaulted by the terrible sight of Daddy slurping away at Mommy’s naughty bits. Then he stared, transfixed, further burning that traumatizing image into his mind. 

It was just too silly.

“Sorry!” Charlie gasped once his laughing fit calmed down. Lance did not look amused, setting him with a glare. “I won’t, hehe, tell anyone, but Lance, you gotta admit it’s pretty funny. Why didn’t you just look away? Maybe you liked what you saw?”

“I-I was just curious, okay?” Lance defended himself hotly. “Give me a break! Don’t tell me you haven’t walked in on your Dad doing something like that!”

That sobered Charlie up. Indeed he had. It was… mostly awkward, though, not quite the same either. Nonetheless, he felt bad now.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Charlie apologized. "Something similar happened to me a few years ago too.” He breathed in and out to prepare himself. He probably wouldn’t have told Lance this, but he had laughed at the poor vulpix’s own admission. It was only fair. “When I was little, I had a nightmare one night, so I went to his part of the cave to sleep with him. I was really sleepy, so I didn’t notice that he was awake, but when I went to snuggle up to him,” Charlie had to take another breath, “he was holding his knot with his muzzle and squeezing it, squirting all over the stone floor.”

Now it was Lance’s turn to giggle, which was fair. Charlie totally didn’t let it ruffle his feathers, nope.

“You’re right, it is funny,” Lance said once the more constrained laughter left his system. “What happened next?”

Embarrassing memories he’d nearly forgotten slammed into Charlie’s mind all at once, and he shuffled awkwardly. “Ugh, this is embarrassing. Unlike you, I didn’t stare, but I was scared and made a noise, so he noticed me.”

“You totally squawked, didn’t you?” Lance smirked as he looked away. “Thought so!”

“N-not important!” Charlie said loudly, which was not a squawk. “A-anyway, I panicked a little. I thought he was hurt, that his insides were outside I think. Hard to remember exactly. He was clearly embarrassed, but he quickly hid his, uh, knot and assured me everything was fine.Then he told me to go back to sleep, but I was still scared from the nightmare and didn’t want to go and seeing him like that made me scared for him, because, duh, I didn’t know what it was. I was still a fletchling, so I think I cried until he let me sleep with him. Looking back, I feel really bad about that. I can’t even imagine how awkward it must’ve been for him, because I’m pretty sure he was still, uh, ejaculating for a little bit.”

“Probably,” Lance agreed, deepening Charlie’s embarrassment in hindsight. “I squeeze my knot like that sometimes when I masturbate. It’s pretty intense. Poor guy. It would suck if Sasha barged in when I was doing it or something, because you really can’t just stop squirting. Even after letting go it’ll keep going for about a minute.”

“Thanks,” Charlie deadpanned. “I feel so much better now.”

“Glad to help! So, what happened next? Surely that isn’t everything!” In that moment, Lance looked exactly like Sasha did whenever she was pestering someone for ‘forbidden information’.

“Dad talked to me in the morning about what I saw,” Charlie explained, deciding to just tell the whole story. At least the most embarrassing parts were over. “I already knew his parts were different from mine at that point, mostly because I have seen him sticking out before, you know?”

“Yep. You know how I live in a den with, like, a lot of family?” Charlie nodded, and Lance continued, “Well, we sorta just have to live with it if someone pops a boner or goes into heat. It’s like an unspoken rule not to bring it up… a rule Sasha never picked up on. Jeez, that kid. She has no sense of personal space. Like, at all.”

Charlie thought back to when the excitable vulpix got way too familiar with his vent. “Ugh, I know what you mean. I still can’t believe she touched me there with her nose! And then sniffed me!”

“She’s done worse, trust me.” Lance didn’t clarify further. Charlie wasn’t sure he wanted to know… even if he was a little curious. “So your Dad gave you the talk then?”

“He did, it was very awkward and very, very, very in depth. Told me what sex was for vulpix and ninetales, then explained masturbation, including why he was doing it, and that was a whole thing. After that wonderful discussion, he gave me a lecture about my anatomy and, ugh, I just wanted to sink into the floor and die by that point. Oh, then he said I’d produce sperm one day.” Charlie looked at his belly, where his female parts had been playing nice for the past few minutes. He knew that couldn’t last.  “So much for producing sperm, huh?”

Charlie was not expecting to share so much about that experience with Lance. It had been embarrassing, but it also taught him what made him different from other boys. Well, back when he thought he was another boy. 

Lance seemed sympathetic as he said, “Ouch. But hey, at least it was your dad who gave you the talk. My mom was the one who did mine.”

That made Charlie laugh, this time in mutual embarrassment. “No way, seriously?”

“Seriously. Then when Mom explained what her vulva was, what it was for, all that, she did it while showing me it.” Lance looked incredibly flustered, and Charlie couldn’t blame him. “I’ve seen it loads of times before then, and it's not that big a deaI, I know that, but she was still so casual about it! Then when she started explaining what a vagina was, she spread her vulva with a paw, and I could… see it. It was all pink and squishy and I remember being so nervous! Then I, uh, I… I can’t believe I’m about to tell you this… I had my f-first boner! Mom assured me it was perfectly natural, that I was just growing up, but I still couldn’t look her in the eyes for weeks.”

“That’s… huh.” What else could Charlie even say to that? He didn’t know, but from the way Lance squirmed, Charlie figured anything else would be better. “Is that a normal thing for ninetales to do? My dad didn’t do anything like that.”

“I think so?” Lance said. “Maybe because he assumed you were both boys, and you did already see his dick in detail, so he figured there was no reason to go too in depth on the visuals. My brother said she did the same during his talk. And when I asked Dad about it, as embarrassing as that conversation was, he said it’s to get kids over at least some of their curiosity of the opposite sex before they’re teens or something. I do not want to think about how excited Sasha will be during her talk. Mom’s already had to explain some things to her, because she’s just that annoying about it, but ugh. I do not envy Dad having to deal with her when it’s his turn.”

Charlie tried and failed to understand. Wouldn’t that just make kids more curious? “Then why didn’t my dad do that? He told me about vaginas and penises and stuff, but he never felt the need to, ugh, show me during it. Surely it’s not just because I saw it by accident already? You saw your parents by accident too, and your Mom still got, uh, weirdly visual with you.”

Lance just shrugged, though Charlie could tell how flustered he was. “Dunno, maybe he’s older than the tradition? My parents are pretty young compared to him. They had my brother when they were his age now, and he’s barely an adult.”

That makes sense, Charlie thought. Kinda. He didn’t know enough about ninetales traditions to figure out whether Lance’s family was just weird or not.

Despite how awkward it must have been to see his mom like that, Charlie couldn’t help but have questions for the vulpix. “My dad didn’t mention anything about ninetales’ vulva flexing. Did your mom explain that? Sorry if it’s weird to ask, but I’m curious.”

“She showed it,” he admitted after a moment’s pause. “Told me that to have sex, the vulva has to tense up like that, get the hole into the right position or something. It was really weird to watch, because I could see her tailhole tensing too when she touched herself. She also explained getting wet in the same way.” Lance shuddered, but Charlie flexed down there as the vulpix spoke about his mom’s bits, and he really hoped Lance didn’t see. Hearing Lance talk about this was oddly sexy. “After that she told me girls can orgasm just like males. Thankfully, she didn’t demonstrate that.”

Even though Lance said it didn’t happen, that didn’t stop him from imagining Lance’s mother cumming while the vulpix watched. He squeezed his legs together and clamped his beak, trying not to let his excitement show.

“Is it another contraction?” Lance asked, worried.

“Y-yep!” Charlie lied, his cloaca contracting in all the best ways as he thought about bouncing spades and sexy moms. Lance’s mom was very nice, he couldn’t lie. Not that he’d ever tell Lance this. “Really bad one! M-might be best if you start licking now, might help it go away!”

Did he really want to get licked while thinking about spades? About his boyfriend’s mother's spade? Charlie’s vent appeared to think so, giving its unwavering support with a flurry of wet squelching winks. 

“I can do that!” Lance said, kneeling down in front of him with an eager shimmer in his eyes. Charlie spread his legs to give Lance better access to his soaked butt, and held his breath as the vulpix leaned in, nostrils flared as he instinctively inhaled his scent and let out a soft whine. Clearly he liked the smell, because he got closer and breathed deeply, tickling his sensitive vent on the exhale. 

Charlie was both glad and a little disappointed he couldn’t smell things like Lance could. Because all Charlie could smell was the stink of his arousal, and maybe a hint of sweat. Nothing he’d consider very strong either. Just… there.

His musings were cut short when, to his surprise and delight, Lance wasted no time and dragged his tongue along his awaiting opening, which greeted the vulpix’s kiss with a kiss of its very own. “J-just like that!” Charlie encouraged, forgetting all about spades as Lance as he went in for another lick, making him flex so hard against Lance’s tongue that there was an audible squish. But as wonderful as it felt already, Lance kept pulling away with each lick, leaving his vent with nothing to flex against for moments at a time.  “Don’t just lick,” he whimpered, “p-put your muzzle on it and kiss it! P-please?”

Lance obeyed with an affirmative grunt, planting his muzzle directly against his needy cloaca in a soft, almost chaste kiss. 

Charlie’s orgasm built swiftly. Feathers twitched, wings were spread, and beaks were parted as he lost himself to the sensations under his tail, feeling everything with vivid clarity. His vent wetly made out with Lance’s lips with an almost frantic desperation, doing its very best to draw in cum that simply did not exist.

The vulpix placed both forepaws on either side of Charlie’s body, stabilizing himself as he deepened the already intimate kiss, jolting his already overstimulated system with a fresh strike of lightning as he delved into his clenching tunnel in one, slippery stroke. 

Charlie spread his talons and threw his head back with a groan as he was eaten out for the very first time--well, by someone other than himself. Nothing was spared Lance’s slippery onslaught. The sounds that greeted his ears were embarrassingly lewd, but the feelings, Charlie couldn't comprehend how anything felt so good and was barely able to breathe when he passed the point of no return, his insides twisting in all the best ways, winding together in preparation for a finish he couldn’t wait to experience.

Lance’s tongue couldn’t escape the approaching orgasmic contractions, no matter where it tried to hide. Oh, did it hide! Delving into whatever hole it could find, teasing all sorts of fun places. He didn’t have the heart to tell him whenever he accidentally licked his anus, especially not with how oddly nice it felt whenever Lance’s tongue slipped into it, causing that more familiar part to tense up along with everything else. The tension built, and wound, and squeezed, squeezed, squeezed, everything coming together in one, grand flurry of sensations, until suddenly it was all too much and his climax arrived with the full force of a tsunami. 

His vision faded momentarily as wave after wave of impossible delight crashed into him, each pleasure-infused contraction accompanied by another powerful squeeze-flex around Lance’s tongue. That wonderful tongue of his, how could Charlie have known it would feel so perfect? So right? 

Like all his orgasms, this one was a wonderful few seconds of bliss that rapidly vanished, leaving him a shuddering, twitchy mess as Lance pulled away with and licked his chops. 

“Is it weird to say you taste really good?” Lance asked, grinning like a loon, face covered in his fluids. “Because, wow, do you taste amazing!”

Charlie flapped his wings to sit up, shaking from that amazing tongue of Lance’s. “And you felt amazing,” he said, beak parted as he panted, still reeling with aftershocks that continued to squeeze and ripple at nothing.

Only for those aftershocks to be a hint at something far more insidious, his body ready to remind him that pleasure wasn’t the only thing it could give him. He knew even before it struck what was coming, but he still wasn’t prepared. The pleasant buzz of the previous orgasm vanished in an abrupt swell of rising contractions, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it. 

Charlie collapsed onto Lance with a pained cry as his body betrayed him, instinctively pushing as the terrible wave of cramps refused to let up. It was such an incredible contrast to the bliss he’d just experienced that it almost didn’t feel real. Charlie’s vision darkened as the contraction played its terrible course, starting deep in his body and traveling down his abdomen in that slow, agonizing way he was becoming intimately familiar with. 

“Ch-charlie… Say something… Are you okay?”

Lance's voice sounded so distant. He stared up at the vulpix with bleary eyes as the contraction slowly, achingly, passed. Every muscle in his body shook from the exertion of moving the egg just a little further. 

A sharp gasp revealed that he hadn’t been breathing. 

“D-dang it…” Charlie croaked, sucking in lungfuls of air as he remembered to breathe again. “That was worse than last time.”

“Worse than the last contraction?” Lance asked.

“Worse than the last egg. I… I think it’s almost ready to come out.” Charlie whimpered at the thought. The tension inside him wasn’t gone, either, simmering under the surface like a twisted promise. He felt bloated, the egg obviously having moved lower. That was what that contraction was: his body moving the egg closer to the exit, closer to tearing him apart. 

His insides spasmed again, and he feared another contraction until the feeling passed with a slow, aching jab.

A powerful wave of anxiety struck him. “I-I don’t wanna lay it!” Charlie pleaded, though he wasn’t sure who to. He pressed against Lance--warm, soft Lance--and never wanted to pull away. “I know I need to, and that I have to stand up--o-or squat or whatever to do it, but I don’t want to! Can’t you lay it instead?”

It was said as a joke, but he’d be totally okay with letting Lance lay the egg if it were possible. 

Lance didn’t say anything for a moment. “Would licking help? Or maybe I can try knotting you now?” Lance seemed particularly enthusiastic about that second suggestion, unable to hide his perked ears and eager eyes.

Despite having been the one to suggest it, Charlie winced at the thought now. “N-no,” Charlie said, making the vulpix’s ears fall. “Honestly, your tongue feels better than your penis. So I really, really, really want you to lick me again, but I think I have to be on top. You know, to… to push… push it out.“

As horrifying as the coming egg was, as tense and nervous as he was, Charlie’s arousal hadn’t gone anywhere, feeling stronger than before. No, that wasn’t quite accurate; the pain seemed to magnify his perception of the arousal, as though his body craved an easing of its discomfort, and making him desperately horny was the only way it knew how. His vent flexed with an urgency to experience that wonderful tongue of Lance’s, to feel pleasure before it was stolen away by another contraction. Maybe cumming during a contraction would counter the pain? He wasn’t sure it worked like that, but if there was even a chance to make the laying smoother, he’d fly straight for it.

“Oh… um, you mean sit on my face?” Lance seemed nervous about the idea. In contrast, Charlie’s vent clenched eagerly at the suggestion. 

“Are you okay with that?” Charlie asked, feeling awkward but excited about the idea. Even if laying an egg sucked, soooo much, he clung onto the hope that this might ease his suffering. Even if only a little. And quick frankly, humping the vulpix’s muzzle as Lance slurped and licked sounded just so mhmm. He hadn’t taken charge much. Time to change that.

To his and his vent’s delight, Lance nodded. “You know what, that sounds kinda hot. Lemme get on my back, okay?” Lance proceeded to do just that. He flopped over onto his side at first, then shuffled around so he was belly-up, paws draped across his chest, tongue stuck out playfully. “Like this?” 

“Y-yeah.” Seeing Lance like that sent his heart racing. Lexi talked about facesitting with great enthusiasm, and he assumed she had done it. Turned out this was another thing he’d get to do before her. Another first.

Lance kept up his silly expression as Charlie approached, wiggling his tongue as though practicing for the event. Maybe he was, but it still looked very dumb. It helped ease the tension, though, letting him almost forget the main reason they were even doing this.

Charlie positioned himself above Lance, vent fluttering over the vulpix’s face, likely leaking onto his snout. He peered down at him, noticing that Lance had stopped messing around, his expression shifting into something a little more nervous again. “Hey, if you’re not sure, we don’t have to--”

“I wanna do it!” Lance cut in, his breath washing over Charlie’s vent and sending it into a flurry of anticipatory flexes. “It’s just, how am I going to breathe?”

“Oh, uh, I didn’t think about that.” As tempting as it was to remind Lance how he didn’t get to breathe with a cock in his throat, he wasn’t feeling particularly spiteful. “Tap my side if you can’t, okay? And when I think the egg is coming out, I’ll pull away.”

“That works.” Lance was quiet for a second. Charlie was tempted to plant his rump down when Lance continued, “your cloaca is really hot. Smells really nice too.”

For some reason, that flustered him the most.

Charlie lifted his tail feathers high and lowered himself onto Lance’s face, hissing softly with the first contact between his sensitive vent and Lance’s warm and rigid muzzle. What wasn’t rigid was the thick tongue that suddenly swept forward, delving into the loosened entrance to his cloaca with a soft squelch and wriggling around in ways that sent tingles to the tips of his wings and the tufts of his tail feathers.

“A-ah, just like that!” Charlie quavered under his boyfriend’s enthusiastic assault, pressing down to get that soft, wriggly tongue deeper into his clenching vagina. Because Lance was in his vagina this time, no question. Whether the vulpix learned to tell the difference between it and his anus a few minutes ago, or things just opened up properly while squatting with an egg on the way, he honestly didn’t know, and didn’t really care. It felt good, and that was all that mattered.

As weird as the concept of sitting on his boyfriend’s face was, Lance was clearly aroused by it, his penis jutting out of its sheath, stiff and pink and demanding attention with every subtle twitch. Charlie inwardly promised Lance he’d tend to that later. For now, he was too busy humping Lance’s face to even think of multitasking.

He’d just started getting into it when another contraction swelled to the surface, big and bad and making him cry out with the unfairness of all. But unlike before, where Lance stopped in worry, ceasing the stimulation, Charlie powered through to ride Lance’s muzzle with increasing desperation as the terribly uncomfortable contractions continued, and he knew this was it. He could feel the egg making its slow and aggressive journey down his stupid birthing hole, and no manner of pleasant muzzles or squishy tongues could banish that.

“I-it’s coming!” he whimpered, grinding his butt onto Lance’s face so urgently that Lance could do nothing except take it. Charlie couldn’t fight it, the urge to push with all his might overcoming any higher thoughts. He didn’t want to do it. He knew it would hurt, so so much. The contractions didn’t care, his body didn’t care, and the egg most definitely did not care. 

Lance tapped his sides, making muffled noises into his cloaca that felt… amazing. He told Lance he’d pull back. But the next urge to push overcame him, and Charlie simply couldn’t deny it.

“Sorry! G-give me-- let me just, I-- sorry!” Charlie apologized through a clenched beak as he beared down on Lance’s muzzle with all his might, trapping the vulpix’s slender snout deep within his cloaca and sending such a pleasant rush through him that for a moment he thought the egg laying might feel good this time. The next swell of contractions proved him wrong, stealing a squawk from him as he instinctively pushed, pushed some more, kept pushing until speckles of darkness appeared at the edges of his vision.

He couldn’t stop. The egg couldn’t be stopped. Charlie grunted and gasped as the impossibly large mass split him into two, inching along his much too tight insides bit by bit, guided toward an inevitable exit by powerful rippling insides that would not and could not cease their single, mindless goal: expel his egg. 

He couldn’t believe how painful it was. He knew it would be painful, he remembered vaguely the agony, but somehow in the brief time since his last egg he’d forgotten the full details, and now he paid the price, completely blindsided by how unbelievably intense it was. Darkness encroached upon his vision, and he gave a voiceless cry for help, begging anyone, anything to make it stop.

Inexplicably, it did. The pressure didn’t, the contractions very much didn’t, but the egg was stopped in its tracks by some immovable object, no matter how much Charlie bore down on the frantic vulpix. He racked his skull for what could be happening, until realization struck like a thunderbolt: it was Lance. Lance’s muzzle was blocking his egg. His egg was touching his boyfriend.

Immediately, he pulled away, and as Lance gasped for breath, Charlie went right back to squatting, this time not on the poor vulpix’s snout. But that didn’t mean he was done getting stimulated. As much as passing the egg hurt when Lance was inside him, it hurt way more now that Lance’s snout was freed. 

“K-keep licking!” Charlie all but demanded. “I’ll make it up to you later, but please, I need to cum before it's out!” He wasn’t sure how possible that was, but he was so not doing this without at least trying.

With Lance out of the way, the egg was free to breach his cloaca now, but he couldn’t keep it up, and his muscles simply failed for a second, relaxing completely and sucking the egg back inside. 

“I’m not upset, I got carried away too, but wow, your egg touched me! It was so warm, softer than I expected too! ” The vulpix was clearly awed by the situation, which was a little annoying when he would rather Lance put that tongue to better use. “Are you sucking it back in on purpose? Maybe try pushing again?”

“What do you THINK I’m trying to do?” Charlie snapped. The urge to push returned with a vengeance, the egg stretching his lips once more as he strained his poor muscles to their limits. It didn’t feel like he was literally going to be torn apart anymore, his cloaca having loosened a little bit, but it was intense enough to steal his breath away.  “Hnnn, shut up and lick!” 

“Right, right, sorry.” 

Instead of blabbing more, Lance put his tongue to good use. His lick felt divine against his slowly everting cloaca, easing the stretch enough that it almost felt kinda… nice. But then Lance started to lick the egg itself, which at this point was very obviously extruding from his backside even if he couldn’t see it. The widest point hadn’t passed yet, but before he could give it that final shove, he relaxed, gasping as he realized he forgot to breathe.

The egg was sucked back inside, only this time Lance seemed to think it would be funny to nudge it with his muzzle, sliding the warm smooth shell along his aching tunnel and sending the egg deeper than it otherwise would have been. The weirdest part about it was without the contractions, it felt good, great even. It caused his muscles to tense up in the more reactive way, pleasant tingles coursing through his vagina that countered the discomfort enough to make it almost… pleasant. 

But it still wasn’t enough.

He needed more.

“Do that again,” Charlie croaked out, unable to believe what he was saying. “P-push my egg deeper!”

“Uh, sure?” Lance sounded confused, but he was clearly eager to play with his egg, and didn’t hesitate a moment before nudging the egg even deeper with his muzzle, sending sparks of delightful discomfort that he didn’t think he would ever be able to explain the appeal of.

The urge to push returned, and he obeyed like the salve to his body he was, only for Lance to continue to slide the egg deeper, confusing his body immensely as the weirdest orgasm of his life swelled to the surface. It was impossible to describe adequately. It hurt, it hurt so much, but it also felt amazing, and tears tickled his eyes as Lance got really into it, licking and nuzzling and jostling his egg in ways that should have been agonizing. Should have had him begging to stop. 

“I’m close!” Charlie whimpered instead, and then lost it completely when Lance slipped his muzzle back into his cloaca, egg and all.

Charlie pushed with all his might and sighed in relief as he climaxed around Lance’s wonderful snout. His orgasmic squeezes mixed with his birthing contractions in a twisted union that shouldn’t have even been possible, and yet he felt it, each sensation amplified by the other, the pleasantness overwriting it all. This was what he had hoped would happen from the very beginning. This was what Nicky was talking about. Was this how it felt for every lapras laying her eggs?

There was enough outward force on the egg to overcome Lance’s muzzle, pushing him out as his entrance was stretched again. And this time he didn’t relax. The orgasm kept his muscles taut, even past the point of exhaustion. It was intense, discomfort and pleasure alike lasting for an eternity as his cloaca was gaped to its limits. He keened as the widest part of the egg reached his already much too wide opening, before passing through all at once, generating an embarrassingly wet squelch. 

The sudden drop in pressure caused him to slump with relief. It was over. 

Charlie was exhausted, the tingly afterglow and the experience of being knotted by Lance the only reason he wasn’t whimpering at how much his butt hurt.

Charlie fluttered his eyes and looked down, only to blink. He’d been so focused on the laying that he hadn’t noticed, but Lance was working his very red and swollen cock with his paws, grunting softly into his butt. Charlie only had a second to wonder how long he’d been masturbating before Charlie found himself on the receiving end of the first of many squirts directly to the face.

Charlie remained sitting Lance’s chest, frozen as watery seed streaked across his beak, cheek, neck, and finally his chest, Lance whimpering behind him with each weakening ejaculation as he squeezed his knot between his forepaws with desperate urgency.

It would have been hot if he weren’t so utterly exhausted.

Peering back to see what happened to his egg hit him with another surprise. Lance returned his attention with wide, pleasure filled eyes, the large egg stuck to his cheek, visible steam wafting up from its still-warm surface. 

“That was so hot.” It was said in a whisper, but Charlie heard it clear as day. Lance’s expression was strained as his lengthy orgasm continued, his squirts weakening by the second, now barely impacting his lower belly. “I can’t believe you laid it on my face. Wow.”

Charlie swiveled around to rest his chest against Lance’s, incidentally leaving his cloaca wide open for being slathered with lines of Lance’s warm, watery seed. Charlie didn’t mind. The life-giving fluids soothed his aching vent.

Almost without meaning too, Charlie found himself scooting back, up to and past the point where Lance’s tip brushed his sore folds. He hesitated a moment, wondering if he should do this so soon after passing an egg. But he felt so empty now, hollow and gaped. Like something was missing. Being fucked by his own egg had felt… embarrassingly amazing. And despite how tired he was, how sore and achy he was, he wanted more. He needed to feel complete. 

He also felt bad for not pulling away when Lance told him to, and with all these thoughts and desires coursing through him, Charlie steeled himself and took the rest of the vulpix’s spurting length, only wincing slightly when his knot passed his sore folds. Taking Lance’s knot was easier than ever. 

Lance’s face lit up as his orgasm was given new life, his knot growing even more swollen as squirt after warm squirt soothed his very sore tunnel. “Ooohh, that’s perfect! You really didn’t have to do that for me, though, Charlie. Doesn’t it hurt?”

“A little,” Charlie admitted. He snuggled closer to the vulpix, only wincing slightly as his vent tightened up. The hollow feeling was gone now. “But I wanted to do it. It’s, um, my apology for… you know. Besides, this is nothing compared to the egg. It’s honestly kinda nice being full again, weird as it sounds.”

“I’m not complaining, but really, I already said it’s okay.” Lance pawed at the egg on his cheek, ears perking. “This thing is really heavy, I don’t understand how it’s sticking like this, and I really don’t understand how you managed to get it out of you. Are you sure you’re fine?” 

Lance’s worry combined with the bizarre sight of an egg--it still didn’t fully register to Charlie it was his--stuck to his cheek sent him into an inexplicable fit of giggles. “Let me get that for you, can’t believe it’s just stuck there...”

But gravity and Lance’s constant poking beat him to it. The egg started to slip, before sliding off Lance’s cheek and tumbling down their bodies, settling between their chests like an unwelcome guest. Its sticky surface clung to feathers and fur alike, oozing something all over their bellies, its shell still connected to Lance’s cheek by a long, stringy strand of clear slime. The sight left him feeling a little queasy, along with a morbid fascination: just how deep inside were these mystery fluids produced?

Lance poked the goopy strand, only for it to break and wrap around his paw. “Ewww!” he cried. “What is this stuff?”

Charlie rolled his eyes. “You weren’t complaining earlier,” he pointed out.

“I was horny!” Lance countered, wiping his soaked paw on Charlie’s wing. The vulpix’s eyes widened when he realized what he did. “Oh, uh, sorry.”

At least Lance had the self awareness to apologize. Charlie was too tired to be mad, and much too sticky everywhere else. He lowered his head against the vulpix’s fluffy chest with tired giggles. “Make up for it in cuddles,” he cooed, nuzzling under Lance’s oh-so-soft chin. “You can stay inside me until you’re done, but I’m,” he yawned, “taking a nap until then. Have fun squirting…”

His body seemed to agree, growing heavy along with his mind. Charlie snuggled into the loving embrace of his boyfriend, their egg safely tucked between them, and drifted away with a gentle warmth in his belly that had nothing to do with the tie.