When she woke up the next day, she had been sure that that was all a dream, until she threw her blanket back and saw the rounded state of her abdomen. She flopped back onto her bed and groaned low, rubbing her hands over it.
"Is this really happening? Or am I just going crazy?"
A knock sounded on her door and after a few minutes something chirps from the table beside her bed.
"Wynn? Wynn come in?"
'Well, there's my answer now.'
She rolls onto her side and grabs at the device, looking it over closely. Finding a small button on the side of it, she pushes it.
"Uly?"
"Ah, there you are. Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Are you at the door?"
"Well, yes. I did want to check up on you. Can you please let me in?"
"One moment. I'm a little slow at the time due to these eggs."
She groans, pushing to her feet and she doesn't even bother with her robe, padding to the door and flinging it open.
He was looking over his shoulder, one hoof pawing at the ground and he had a bag strung across his front. But he stilled as soon as he saw her. His face flushed a deep red and he cleared his throat. His eyes traced over her frame, lingering on the swollen curve of her stomach and he swallowed hard.
'Oh.'
"Wynn, why are you nude?"
She waves him off, "You've fucked me, Ulyriad and now you're worried about me not being dressed?"
"True, but I do have to say you were quite correct, Wynn."
She gives him an odd look, "About what?"
He leans over, one hand rubbing at the slit that housed his oviduct and the other brushing across her cheek.
"I definitely find pregnant women extremely desirable."
She gapes at him and he gently closes her mouth with a chuckle. "Is there any way to continue my experiment today?"
"I-I can't. I mean I still have to wait for the eggs to dissolve."
"Well, I may have a way to help them along." He lifts the bag up.
"I thought you would want to get rid of them sooner rather than later."
"Really? How...how does it work?"
"Well, we have need of your bathroom as this will get rather messy."
She motions him to follow her and his hoofs thump against the wooden floor as he trails after her, his watching the sway of her hips eagerly licking his lips.
"I have a few questions about the eggs. Did you feel uncomfortable afterwards? Or just full?"
"Full, but that's just me. It could be different for a much smaller or larger woman than me."
"Of course. Now please bend over the tub. I need access to your opening."
She rolls her eyes, "why?"
He held up a small tube-like object, "This needs to be inserted into you and pressed against the opening of your womb. It will feel...odd, you might even feel a slight pinch at first but then you will enjoy it. I promise."
Wynn sighs heavily, turning her back to him and bending over. He bites back a groan at the curve of her ass and without thinking he brings a hand down roughly on one cheek making her gasp out loud.
"Oh, sorry. I...I don't know what came over me." He rubs over the red spot, feeling the oviduct writhe, trying to slide free and he moans.
"You human women are so soft, so pale, so easy to mark."
"Uly?"
He shakes his head, kneeling down behind her and a hand dips between her legs, gliding through her folds and he chuckles.
"You are wet again, Wynn. Did you like that? Being spanked?"
He leans back and smacks her again, this time on the other cheek and she gasps, moaning low.
"Uly!"
His fingers push into her opening and she throws her head back with a soft cry, pushing back against his hand.
"Breathe, Wynn. I told you that I'd make sure you'd enjoy yourself. You tend to get so much better data when the test subject in question is moaning and writhing in pleasure."
She moans loudly when he leans forward and nips at her ass.
"And you, my dear, make the loveliest sounds."
