From Another World, Part 1: Mystery Egg
Disclaimer: If you are under 18 or this is illegal to read in your area, just don't, yeah? Contains some solo female action, a copious amount of cum, and a fair amount of character development.
"Oh yes...yes...just like that...always you big boys cum so much. Why can't I find a guy who can come as much as you? Gallons of the stuff...all over me..." Krysta moaned softly to herself.
She was sitting in a comfortable, black leather computer chair and leaning back. On the screen before her was a video of a red, voluptuous vixen. The fox on screen rested her hands on top of her enormous breasts and ran them through the luxurious red fur and down the front, tweaking at her nipples on the way. Her mouth was open in ecstasy and waiting for the wolf cock being pawed off in front of her to erupt. Krysta salivated with excitement and moaned again as she thought she saw a visible pulse in the wolf's cock on the porno. The white wolf ran her own fingers down her downy belly and towards the mound between her legs, her own nether lips aching for caress.
She'd done so well up till now, managing to suppress her excitement. One of the advantages of living in her own home for the tall, lean, white wolf, was being able to sit in her living room naked in front of the computer, all day if she wanted. She watched impatiently as the red vixen was about to be drenched in wolf seed. "Come on, damn it, just drown the bitch already!" She howled as her fingers pushed through the thick fur near her cunny and pushed aside swollen, heavy lips, as she found that she too was wet beyond reckoning.
Krysta's wish was granted as the wolf cock pulsed visibly, the red headshuddered, and like a volcano, shot after shot of thick, creamy wolf cum splattered in thick lines on the red vixen. The milky cum stood out in stark contrast to the porn star's red fur and it only turned Krysta on all the more to see her so visibly streaked. The cock twitched hard again and again as the wolf had let it go and given it free rein. The angry red head seemed to get so even more as cum continued to go.
Krysta's eyes fell to the time line on the mpeg and as her own fingers swam in her own wolf juices, she counted the seconds as well as the shots. Twenty...twenty five...thirty...forty...will this wolf ever stop cumming? How is he still standing? Finally, the wolf cock ceased it's relentless barrage of jizz and pulsed contentedly. The camera zoomed out and panned over to the vixen. Cum was everywhere on her: her lashes, her eye brows, her thick fur, all over those enormous, pillowy breasts. What a sight!
Krysta had thrust two of her claws in now and was coming herself. She howled with ecstasy and slumped in the chair, breathing heavily. Her own lips flamed with the surging of her own lustful blood, but she was sated for the moment. She was glad her webcam wasn't on, or it'd have seen all of that. "Jizzmonsters.fur, you never let me down," she groaned softly, the afterglow in full effect.
She laid there quietly as the video played credits and came to an end, wishing again that she had such a mate that could drench her. When the afterglow finally faded she stood up and shakily stretched out. She walked langorously towards the bathroom, needing to relieve herself. When she finished with that, she washed her claws and paws carefully and looked up at the mirror at herself. She wasn't a bad looking she-wolf, not at all, but watching porn always made her self-conscious. She smoothed her belly fur down and ran her paws around her hips. She turned and looked at her self sideways. Not overweight, but not a skinny Susan either. She had a little extra on her sides and front, but her fur hid it well. Her back was lean, probably from the amount of time she spent arching it. She stretched her arms up and wiggled her claws and watched herself some more.
Her icy blue eyes took in her narrow, obviously feminine muzzle, then moved down her neck and collarbone, her gently black-spotted shoulders. She had some muscle tone in her arms, but she was far from "in shape." She then let her eyes trail to her own breasts, quite small in comparison to the vixen in the porno. At 32C, they were a male's pawful, but not too much more than that. She'd never gotten any complaints in that department, but she did wonder if the males did want her to enhance herself like so many of her peers had done. She shook her head. Not really worth the back pain. She loved her breasts and she craved a male that would too, and hopefully to the point of drenching them in his cum. She shivered as her fantasy played itself over in her mind again.
Krysta was glad that she had moved out and was on her own. At 24, she was still young to enjoy herself and had plenty of time to find a mate. Her father had won the big jackpot of lotteries and had endowed her with a substantial sum of money. It enabled her to buy a house across the country from her parents in a nice neighborhood near Phoenix, AZ. It was nice not having a job, even if it did bore her sometimes. She sighed again and turned once more to study her back and her well shaped ass. She had always gotten compliments about her back end and had received more than a couple calls and whistles for it. She swished her thick, bushy tail back and forth and smiled to herself. It was probably her favorite part too and she took great care in grooming the fur back there to make it as appealing as possible.
It was mid-morning on a Sunday and the world was still waking up. Krysta moved her way out of the restroom and into the kitchen and poured herself a mug of coffee. She nursed it for a few moments before being startled by the doorbell. She cursed and nearly dropped the mug, but caught again and managed not to stain her fur with the coffee. She set it down and took a few slow deep breaths and crept towards the front door of her her house. She passed by a few antique pieces of furniture that passed to her from her parents and smiled with memory.
She strode up to the dark red curtains in the foyer and slowly parted them, just enough so that her icy blue eyes could survey the neighboorhood. She frowned when she saw noone outside on the porch, no cars in the driveway or on the road. Her eye then caught on the box on the porch, near the door, thankfully. She moved over quietly after looking around again to make sure no prying eyes would see the naked wolf step out onto her porch. She quickly retrieved the box and took it into the kitchen and set it on the island counter in the middle of the culinary workstation.
"No name and no return address," she mumbled to herself, "where are you from and what are you?" She ran a claw through the clear packing tape keeping the plain, brown box closed and smirked when she saw a note in a small envelope and a lake of packing peanuts. "Very cute." She picked up the note and ripped off the strange seal on it and pulled the paper out. She read softly out loud to herself. "You are the perfect candidate for handling the item within this box. Know this: That you've been observed for a while," she shivered and wondered how that could possibly be true. She glanced at the high end webcam on top of her monitor a moment then shook her head, for it was only on when she wanted it to be, and she'd protected it from being hacked into.
"You have been observed for a while," she read again, "and in that, we know that through your intense personality, devotion and regard for your beautiful body," she blushed and kept reading, "that you will no doubt take the item within for all it is worth and more. You will cherish and treasure it, help it grow, and in growing it, will grow yourself." What did it all mean? She flipped the little card open and read the top and frowned. "Instructions for care?" Her eyes wandered down the numbered list and she couldn't help but frown. "Add water until the creature within hatches? Continue adding water for both fun and enjoyment. Water is key. Water is life." Water is life. She read that line three more times and sighed.
"What a bunch of hoo-hah." She set the note aside and dug her claws into the box. She rummaged and then finally found "the item" in question. She pulled it out and studied it quietly. An egg, not much bigger than a large marble, and slightly elongated, as any egg should be, sat in her soft paw. She stroked a claw from her left hand over the surface of the white egg and sighed. "Is this some kind of joke?" She glanced back at the note again and was surprised to find it blank. She looked back to the egg and shrugged. "Okay then, water it is." She walked with it into the kitchen and poured up a tall glass of water from the tap and set it on the counter. "Do I just put it in or pour it on it or what?" She asked herself. She then decided to just drop the egg in and see the results. Upon hitting the water, there already seemed to be some suction in the glass, as if a current had formed and had gravitated towards the egg. Before long, a visible vortex of water swirled towards the egg and the glass drained itself into it, in less than three minutes.
Her eyes widened at the sight, for she'd never seen an egg drink water before. The egg had also doubled in size, but it didn't show any signs of hatching. "Oh come on. You need more water than that?" The glass vibrated in response to her question and she gaped. "I assume that was you trying to talk to me. Okay then, more water." So she ran another glass of water and poured it into the first glass and watched with great astonishment as the sponge-like egg absorbed that water even faster. The egg now looked a bit bigger than a goose's egg and had gotten brighter in color too, now a sky blue color. "Maybe that's a good sign."
For some reason, the sight of the egg growing had been very arounsing and she felt a wetness creep down her inner thighs. She stroked a claw through her thick fur near her mound and gasped at the sensation. She then trailed two claws over her lips, parted them, with much gasping of air in between at the sheer pleasure of it, and passed her middle claw of her right hand over her clit. She just about screamed from the pleasure and had to stop herself, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. "Oh my Gods, why ...why am I so turned on right now?"
The egg then vibrated hard and shook the whole glass, as if it demanded more water. She decided the hell with it and started filling the sink up with the vital liquid after plugging it. She plunked the egg in the bottom when the sink finished filling and it proceeded to absorb all ten gallons of water in a matter of a couple minutes once more. The egg was now the size of an ostrich's and had hairline fractures riddling the surface.
"Oh you delightful little thing, watching you grow is so hot! It's better than porn!" And upon that second exclamation, the egg shattered apart in a shower of dust and little fragments which seemed to evaporate on their own. She gaped now at what looked like a scrotum, the testicles very obvious, and a five inch, softened white wolf cock rested over the side of it. "Impossible...You can't detatch that from a male, but...for some reason, it looks...it looks right!" She reached a claw towards it, anxious to see what this disembodied male member and chicken egg-sized testicles could do.