#ovi

[hemipenal-system]

bioluminescent ovipositor 🤤

[thevampireladyambrosia]

Subject 013

Request via anon.

Pairing: Male!Slime x Female!Reader.

Content Warnings: Dubcon, oviposition, soft yandere, harassment, people go "missing", tentacles, general mindfuckery. I wrote this in the very early hours of the morning.

You couldn't help defending the poor slime.

It had recently been brought into the lab for experiments related to their unique biology. But when you saw the way the scientists and researchers talked to it, you had them fired and took on the case yourself, despite the ever-growing caseload you already had as a head scientist. So that's what led to you watching this slime.

It was a blue gelatinous thing. It seemed unable to speak or take a humanoid appearance. You had already marked it as one of the ones that didn't possess near-human or human intelligence. It didn't seem particularly strong either, so you wondered how it survived out there. Still, you spoke softly to it, told it what you were going to do next in experiments, and just showed it basic decency.

One day you came into the lab in tears. You had been harassed by a group of men on the street. You ended up venting to the slime, strangely enough. It was a surprisingly good listener. Despite the fact it had shown no sign of any understanding, it let out a soft noise. It was oddly comforting. You never saw the men again. You wondered if they had moved to another street to taunt women.

So you continued your research. The slime wasn't the only subject you had. So you tried to divide equal attention to all cases. You have felt really paranoid lately. You couldn't shake the feeling that something or someone was watching you.

You don't realize you had sealed your fate months ago.

Days blur into weeks. The cycle grows rather comforting. As a human there's a certain discomfort that typically comes with change. So the repetitive days are soothing. You do the same tasks, with some minor deviations, daily. You work with the same subjects. You do the same paperwork. So why couldn't you shake the growing unease?

It was a normal Monday evening when the alarms started to go off, signaling an escape. The robotic voice let you know there wasn't one, but eleven escapees. You went to run in that direction. Only to slip on… Slime? Before you can faceplant, something tentacle-like wraps around your wrist.

You turn fast. The blue slime you had been studying? It's in a human form behind you. The only difference is it has tentacle-like appendages instead of limbs.

“You possess the ability to mimic humans?” You immediately ask. You had studied this slime for months. There had been no sign of anything like this. To your shock, it actually responds.

“I possess a lot more than that.” The creature’s mouth doesn't move. It's like the voice comes from its very being. It's a rather deep voice. Almost soothing. Except your nerves are on fire, and everything is screaming at you to run or do something to help stop the subjects from escaping.

“I need to go help capture the escaped subjects.” You say. To be honest? You didn't really want to. You got this job to help the monsters. Yet, it hurts you to keep them locked up. Especially since they get captured against their will. But you also needed this job. It was the only thing that kept you alive. It paid your rent, bills, and for your food. The slime knows this.

“I don't think you actually want to do that.” It says, tightening its grip on your wrist. Before you can process, or say more, you're being pulled away. Out of sight of the cameras. Into a bathroom in the back. You don't fight or kick or anything. Even when its tentacles start to grope your tits.

“I've waited too long for this.” The slime confesses. “Far too long.” You're surprised but you don't protest, even when the slime pulls off your lab coat and melts through the fabric off your clothes. Another thing to add to the list of things you didn't know it could do.

“This is okay, yes?” It asks as it continues to grope your tits and massages your clit with tentacles. It wouldn't stop anyways. But you don't know that.

“It's okay.” You confirm. You feel so warm. So dizzy with arousal. The tentacle rubbing your clit speeds up. Your legs feel like jelly. A tentacle around your waist quickly supports you. Another tentacle penetrates you. You feel a knot tighten as you throw your head back in a moan.

“Such a pretty thing.” The slime coos. “Can you come for me?” It sounds almost condescending, yet you nod. It seems happy that you said this.

And come you do. In fact, you squirt. It's humiliating how your whole body forces out every drop of liquid. But you're too lost in pleasure to care. It feels like the Earth has stopped spinning and there's only you and the slime.

You're snapped back to reality when the first egg presses against your cervix. It hurts when it forces it open and pops in. You go to scream but the slime stops you, cooing and shushing. Another pops in. Then another.

By the time you're released you're heavily distended with eggs and cum. The slime soothes you and helps you fix your clothes. You are then whisked away from the lab.

Now that the slime has you, it intends to keep you forever.

[honey-beezs]

Love the idea of a body adjusting to being stuffed with eggs as if it's a normal pregnancy

Like yeah, the back pain is to be expected with this big egg-filled bump in the way. Weird that my chest is suddenly feeling sore too tho

[rbynight]

in the mood to birth half a dozen eggs. i want to feel them weighing down my stomach, sliding down against my cervix, stretching it open ever-so-slowly, so the constant contact is driving me crazy. i want to feel myself open up from the inside so they can escape. i want them to force my cunt to gape wider than it ever has as they slip further along the way, and I want to feel the pressure as the first egg crowns against my entrance. i want my labia to pull tight around the fattest part of a smooth shell and make me wonder, for just a moment, if it’s going to be able to come out at all. i want the pressure release to be so intense that i cum as i finish birthing it — and then i want to do it five more times.

[sinningtamer]

i think it’s rule to draw bird hybrid characters egg’d up, no?

this is kink art, don’t reblog to SFW blogs

[peachplums]

Anyone else?

[ovipositivly-auggie]

imagine exploring at night, it's hard to see and you're tired. you stumble into a cave and get caught by tentacles, some kind of creature, but before you can try to fight back it strips you and spreads your legs. it fills you with eggs until you're so full any bit of pressure makes you feel like you're going to burst,, too full to move or try to run you just sit there,, rubbing your full stomach

[the-black-manor]

A monster with a huge, heavy belly full of glowing eggs so bright that it can be seen through his skin. With an erect, dripping ovipositor, ready to find someone, anyone, to lay his overdue eggs in.

[jeynearrynofthevale]

Fredrick Backman, Beartown

[hemipenal-system]

female dragons produce eggs almost constantly, but stop when the eggs get fertilized so they can incubate for a month. in times of dragon shortages, donor eggs can be implanted into a human surrogate who then gets bred by a sire, fertilizing the eggs in the surrogate while the mother is free to continue producing eggs and engaging in combat

the problem is human bodies aren’t really meant to birth dragon eggs, which makes retrieving the incubated eggs a lengthy process involving the sire’s prehensile tongue digging each egg out of the surrogate’s insides for hours at a time. the surrogate usually does cum from this. a lot of times.

[remelemmostmaraholdonlaksz]

Február 21. Jelmezbál az oviban. Kérjük,hogy ijesztő, varázsló,boszorkány jelmezekbe ne öltöztessétek a gyermekeket. Az ezekkel foglalkozó személyek nem kedvesek Isten előtt.

(nem saját, kolléga gyereke jár ide)

[rbynight]

concept: slime monster girlfriend whose cum solidifies into eggs

she thrusts roughly into you, panting and desperate, and pumps you full of cum, enough to make you look impossibly pregnant. her thick cock floods you with a jelly substance that is thick enough to stretch you open. you can feel it sitting solidly in your inflated stomach. but when your girlfriend pulls out, the jelly quickly melts away into individual eggs, each one an inch in diameter. but the small size doesn’t help when there’s hundreds of them rolling inside you. they pour out of you, two or three or more at a time, dropping from your leaking hole and spreading you apart and pressing so, so tightly inside your stretched-out stomach, and naturally you get looser as you give birth to more, which only means the eggs come out faster and faster.

you bite down on your girlfriend’s hand.

[peachplums]

"My daughter is fine!" Your son wants to be pumped full of eggs against his will

[ovipositivly-auggie]

you start to love the creature that captured you and love the feeling of being filled with it's eggs, to the point that you beg for more everytime you lay because you can't stand the feeling of being empty

[zesty-alt]

Grinding on his ovipositor, rubbing my already hugely stretched belly, and asking him, "That all you got? Surely you can give me a few more?"

[hemipenal-system]

dragon who tells you you'll look so pretty all stuffed full of her eggs

it doesn't work that way, but you don't know that, and every time she leans into your ear and describes how it'll feel to take and incubate her eggs and then lay them with her help, your fear of doing that makes you so deliciously tight...