#dirty eggs

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[preg-canis-limus]

Naga king and his new human

You are the newest concubine in a Naga King's collection. In an agreement between his kingdom and yours, you were sent as a representative of your people to join the king's haram. You were at a sort of loss; you were but a small human in this swarm of nagas dressed in jewels and fine silks. They didn't have anything that fit you, so you had to make your own clothes from their silks and fix your own jewelry with whatever small pieces you could find. You felt out of place amidst their shiny scales. The great equalizer was, however, how you were expected to bear the king's children.

Again, you were a bit out of your element. Nagas were oviparous, and there was worry throughout the court if your body would be able to handle it. So until the day came, they decided it was best to get you comfortable with your expected duties with some "Exposure therapy."

You sat in on EVERYTHING, from lessons for the concubines to their cooking to cultural events to even bathing, which left you a little flustered. But not as much as the nightly duties; you sat in as the other naga tended to the king and learned a lot about naga anatomy in the process. Naga sex is so ROUGH. The first time you saw the king's two, not one but two, giant cock's emerge from his slit, you almost choked on your own spit. Long, thick, and TWO OF THEM, yeah, you now understood the apprehension, but you watched anyway. You watched as they kissed, long tongues slithering down throats, clawed hands grabbing at areas of exceptionally soft skin. It was a whole nother world compared to human sex. You watched as their tails curled around each other, and the king finally lined up one of this cock's with the concubine's slit; almost on command, the slit opened and gaped for the king, and he entered without a second thought. You sat there, watching their coiling bodies, and imagined yourself in the concubine's place, wondering if the king would do the same to you. You didn't have a naga tail, and you're almost certain your slit can't just open on command. Would he be rough with you like that? Would you like it? Would he coil around your body, bending your arms and legs so you couldn't move while he takes you without abandon? You hate to admit, or maybe you don't, that the thought of it riles you up and has you shuffling in your seat, hoping for some friction to relieve the minor but encroaching ache.

The birthing process was also a hurdle you had to overcome, so like with everything, you sat in on the other concubines laying their clutches. It was stressful in that room; surrounded by attendents, the room was hot and busting with energy. You watched as the concubines were tended to, almost pampered, as naga birth was less... active than human birth but even more lengthy with the large number of eggs they had to lay. You watched as each egg slowly slipped out of their holes, one by one, a wet plop accompanying their descent. You watched intently, the slight bump under skin as the eggs traveled down to their holes before falling out into the rest of the pile.

It didn't look pleasant, but it looked... stimulating. Your senses would be overwhelmed as your body pushes out egg after apple-sized egg. You watched, intrigued, facinated at how they could perform such a feat. You lay in bed at night, imagining how it felt. Did hormones numb the feeling, or could you feel every inch of each egg as they traveled through you? Did it feel good? The occasional wave of pleasure amidst a sea of discomfort. Each day, you watched, and each night, you lay staring at the ceiling as you fantasized about the shape and feel of every egg eventually passing through your body. After a while, you couldn't help but look forward to it. To the day you would finally be taken and made for sire a brood. While you're sure the experience may be glamorized in your sexually pent-up eyes, you can't help but fanaticize, obsess, or desire the experience. The passionate sex, the feeling of being filled with eggs, and the intimacy of laying them make your head spin in ways it never has before, and you don't know if you'll ever be the same.

Now, being all riled up at everything you've witnessed, the king was surprised at how eagerly you wiggled your soaked cunt against his cocks.

[slugghee]

made trace talksprites!

why is this bitch so hard to draw

[the-muppet-joker]

Why don't you know how to cook?

Ha. Kermit layed that 8 ball like an egg.

[theperksofbeingstupid]

little qsmp eggies my bf ( @dudeboring ) made for me!!!

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

TFA Arachnus Prime

[phatcatphergus]

Sunny coming to the island and not wanting to touch dirt or get her hands dirty because it’s a reminder of the stress and fear from egg island where sunny was constantly dirty, tired and scared. The sight of dirt and the feeling grit making contact with her skin reminds her of falling asleep with Empanada and Pepito hoping that they’ll make it another day.

Sunny now asking when they can start building. Sunny asking when she can get her hands covered in dirt, grease and oil because it’s a reminder of her dad and the way he smells and feels when they hug after a long day of work. It reminds her of the way that he smiles when they finish a build and how his eyes light up when she gets something right with a machine. The feeling of grease on her face and hands is familiar and comforting in a way Sunny never thought it would be.

Dirt and grime no longer mean something bad to Sunny. Instead, it means she’s home safe and sound

[woobble42069]

landduo is awesome because they'll say they hate each other and want the other to die horrible deaths and live through horrible fates, and mean it! but then they'll also do things for each other that are so kind.

they'll support each other through it all while still being little hater bitches as much as bbh may plot scheme and prank we all know he's clingy and always leaves gifts when he's gone too far

and for all the insults foolish throws bad's way he can read bad like a book and is patient will all bad's antics when anyone else would have been driven insane by now

no matter it be platonic, qpr, or romantic or just up in the air you gotta admit they're close

and even if you're not a fan you can count on their character interactions to always be interesting

[bg3womenconfessions]

Imagine Lae'zel using you as a fleshlight as she bounces you in her alien cock 😭

Lae-Bae I'll lay your eggs just pump me full PLS

[preg-canis-limus]

If you’re a slime puppy does that mean that your body is translucent? If someone were to cum inside you would everyone see? Would you grow slime eggs in your little slime puppy womb and have to walk around with everyone seeing your eggs jostling around inside you?

Horniness aside, that was a super cute doggo oc you drew a while back. You should draw more often you have a cute style :3

lol yes (^///^) nothing is hidden when puppy's womb is full ❤

[mind-if-i-scream]

Called it

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

why were the eggs so dirty the day before they left. why was pomme cracked. that happened BEFORE they left. they couldnt remember what happened. What the FUCK was that about

[thunderstruck9]

Louis Fratino (American, 1993), Eggs, Dishes, Coreopsis, 2020. Oil on canvas, 42 × 42 in.

[manycowboypirates]

I GOT HIM I GOT THE THING

[phatcatphergus]

If tubbo logs on and sees that red not only disregarded what he said and instead put all of their energy into doing quests instead of working out the egg video and also completely destroyed blue base for basically no reason I hope he goes ballistic bc he’s been holding back far too long

[cryptid-coyote]

somebody please tell me how my 22 year old sister can look me dead in the eyes and tell me a blatant lie we can both see is not true