Tapewyvern
This was the time of year when most who could afford it left town for vacations. Those who stayed typically didn't work. The heat was oppressive, but the hot season would be ending soon. Everyone found ways to endure the weather until it broke, usually with great winds and rain. New places to go, new faces to see; this was the season when the adventurous ones who couldn't leave town made connections with old and new friends that would be impossible in other times of the year.
"Oh, it's a big one," Finn said to himself as he waddled up the stairs to his rooms on the second floor. The bull usually wouldn't stand out among a group of many bovines. He had a mostly brown coat, and he was a bit on the small side physically. These days, though, he would stick out. Even though he was slightly shorter than average, he was very muscular. He kept himself in pretty good shape; but the last few weeks had been different.
Finn patted himself on the belly, which was distended and somewhat lumpy, and went through the door. He secured it, having a feeling that he wouldn't like to be disturbed for a time.
Roughly six weeks ago at the beginning of the worst of the hot and dry season, he and some friends had gone ale sampling at pubs and inns scattered on the far side of town, and even beyond it. Taking a long way home, a wide arc that moved through the southern underdeveloped parts of town, he had run across a park. And in that park was a singular specimen of interest: a scaly, winged being of a kind that Finn had never seen before. One thing led to another, and the wyvern had accompanied the bull home.
Aurecht had sometimes waddled next to Finn, and occasionally hopped from tree to tree, or circled above too far for conversation. When he was close enough to easily be heard, he didn't have much to say beyond "let's hurry to your place." He rarely allowed anything to break a direct line of sight between himself and Finn.
It had been a wild night, at least from the bull's point of view. The wyvern had a mind-bogglingly long shaft that was flexible and turned this way and that, and Finn had been eager to feel it put to use! Aurecht hadn't seemed to enjoy it as much, only grunting occasionally as his massive and long organ quivered and twitched inside Finn, embedded deeply. The bull still treasured every extreme moment of that tryst, wondering at the depth of the penetration as well as the strange throbbing, marking the passage of what felt like solid objects forced into him.
Only afterward did the creature tell him what had happened. He had "saddled" Finn with some of his "grubs", as he had put it. They had been planted inside of Finn's colon; they would latch on and grow like tapeworms.
"Tapewyrms? Or tapewyverns?" Finn had asked with a smile. Aurecht nodded but didn't seem to find it funny. The bull found over the course of the next few weeks that Aurecht had strange sensibilities about everything, and didn't seem to understand humor at all. Finn had found things less and less funny as those grubs, dependent on him for nourishment, drove him to ravenous binges. At least after the grubs had matured to the point where they detached, covered in a calcium shell, he had been able to get his appetite under control. There had been a rather disgusting "purging" stage, where he had next to no appetite, was borderline nauseous most of the time, and had very active bowels. And at last, he had the final issue to deal with: laying eggs.
"Some of them will be larger than others," the wyvern, Aurecht, had told him. "It depends on how you eat, and how well I've spaced the grubs in your gut. The last ones are usually largest. I'll come for the bigger ones when you finish; leave at least the last one for me." And that was the last Finn had seen of him since then.
Reclining on his bed and trying to relax, he gazed over at the collection of eggs he had laid already in the past two weeks; there were four. His strange pregnancy had lasted a mere three weeks before he began to deliver them. The first two came within 24 hours of each other, and were relatively simple affairs. The third came three days after, and was a little bigger. The fourth...
Finn winced and rubbed his ass slowly. The fourth had been an ordeal. It had happened almost six days after egg number three, and he had not been prepared for it. It made him a bit apprehensive about this egg on its way, number five-but now that he knew what to expect, he was certain not to panic. When he had failed to lay the fourth egg as quickly as the first three had come, he had come close to being hysterical with the fear he would never finish his labors. Being paranoid about being discovered hadn't helped, either. So it was good he was at home, and was more prepared.
The fifth egg was there, all right. As he gently fingered himself, he felt a huge weight shifting in his gut, sliding. "Oooh, you're a big little egg," he muttered as he leaned back, letting things move according to their own time. He spread his legs, played with his sheath and smiled up at the ceiling, becoming aroused due to the thought of what was happening, as well as the pressure building inside. There was also a thought of Aurecht. He was definitely a sexy beast, though a poor conversationalist.
Finn arched his back and groaned, squeezed his shaft and enjoyed the tremendous full feeling that the egg was giving him. "Just a little more," he muttered, and then grunted. "A...a little-nnggh...ahhhh, there's a good egg." He felt it being squeezed through a canal that was a bit tight for it, putting pressure on his bladder, and more importantly, his prostate. "Just...stay there a while," he muttered with a moo as he began to furiously beat off.
Not wanting to finish things TOO quickly, he slowed the pace, and curious fingers played over his anal ring again. Moaning, he pushed a little; he felt the ring dilate, gaping open, and tilting the edge of his finger inside, the tip of his well-manicured finger clicked against the emerging shell. "Come to your daddy," he whispered after holding his breath for a few seconds, and began stroking his shaft again.
The fourth egg had been delivered in a closet at work. Finn had felt the labor pains beginning, and wisely hid himself in the cleaning supply room. Thankfully it had a lock! He had been in there for almost an hour, close to sobbing with anxiety at being discovered, as well as concern that the egg was just too big to fit through his hole.
But all it took was patience, he had discovered. And here, in the safety of his own home, he could take his time. He slowly realized that his breathing had become a panting, marked with a soft moan each time he exhaled. Listening to himself, he stroked and squeezed his thick shaft in time with his breath. Wide and thick as it was, it wasn't much compared to that monster that Aurecht had-depsite being thin, it was so incredibly long! "Uhh....hmmmuuhh...nnnuuhh..."
It became hypnotic, rhythmic. His gut rippled with contractions, and it became too exciting, too arousing; he quickly gave his shaft a few hard jerks and shot his load all over the brown and white fur of his belly. "Mmm. Now I'm relaxed," he said aloud, patting his damp hands on the covers of his bed's sheets. Spreading his legs so that his hooves tapped the posts of his bed, he took a few deep breaths. "Let's get down to...nngh...business."
His fingers returned to his anal ring, and slowly slipping one finger inside, he brushed against the shell of the egg. He gazed again at the first four eggs. They didn't have a larger or smaller end, they were more like a snake's egg. All were pale grey, and featureless. "Not very...nnghh...good camoflauge for hiding in nests. But who knows...where...you hatch out...nnggAAAHH...tapewyvern?"
It was coming, and it was going to be rough, just like number four. Probably worse, now that he was getting a good feel of how big it really was. "Glad I'm at home," he said hoarsely. "I think you're ...gonna...make me cry, lil' tapewyvern-to-be."
Finn arched his back and groaned, pushing hard. There was very little movement, but he could feel his hole widening, gaping hugely as the curvature of the eggshell pried the exit open. He paused, and with a grunt, pushed again. "Just as...sssssstubborn...nggah...as that fourth...bastard brother of yours," he said through gritted teeth. He felt around his anus again with his fingers; there was no progress.
"I should have gotten some lube," he thought to himself as he looked at the small table next to his bed. There was his phone, there were his keys, and the four eggs...of course, the lubricant was probably on the other side of the room near the condoms and other toys. He tried to sit up, but this put so much pressure on his gut that it was like being punched in the stomach. "Nnggghh...nnnnfff..." he strained, trying to roll over while keeping his legs wide. "This is for...nngggyour...benefit, you little shelled creep," he said under his breath as he waited for a break in the contractions.
A sudden interruption startled him, making his gut clench-a jingle from the cell phone. The egg disappeared, withdrawing due to its shape: the curvature worked against you until the egg was halfway out, Finn had learned. Constant force from inside was needed to propel the eggs along, or they would retreat.
"Phone? Dammit." He listened to it ring, then grabbed for it. "I'd rather you were across the room and the lube was here," he muttered at it, then peered at the number. "Blitzen! I forgot. Dammit."
Picking up the phone and considering things, he finally decided to answer. "Hnnngggghhhello?"
"Finn? Uh...is this a bad time? Did you forget, we were going out...I'm downstairs."
"I'm...I'm fine," Finn said weakly. "I didn't forget, I'm...nnngghh...mmmmph...Blitz, instead of going out," the bull panted over the phone, "there's something-err, that is, I ha...nnggahh...have to take care of something first."
There was silence on the end of the line, and then his friend, a very well-built and bulky reindeer, laughed. "Yeah, I can guess what you're doing. I'll be right up."
"No!" But the call had ended. "Ooooh," Finn moaned and rolled back onto the bed. "The door's locked, anyhow," he thought, and sure enough there was a rattling and shaking at the door to his apartment a few seconds afterward.
"Hello," his friend called and knocked again. "I saw your light on, I know you're there."
Finn panted a few times, feeling a big push coming on and tried to delay it. "I...I know, I...nnggAAHH! It'll take me a while...to...nnngget...to the...mmmmpphh...door." It was incredibly uncomfortable, the bull decided, sitting up and shouting across the apartment with an egg on its way out of your butt.
"I'll come up the fire escape!" Finn could imagine the grin on the reindeer's face, as Blitz loved showing off how agile he was.
"Damn it," Finn muttered as he heard Blitz go down the stairs. The metallic clinks and clanks of his friend messing around with the swinging ladder at the bottom of the fire escape reached Finn's ears. He butted his horns against the head of the bed in irritation, snorting.
The reindeer's head popped in the window, and with a little shaking and pushing, the window came open. After carefully maneuvering his antlers through the window frame, he stepped in and stopped, looking at Finn in shock. "You're in the bedroom?!"
Finn didn't mean to say anything, but a sudden clenching in his gut as the egg slid further along made him moan. "NNnnmmmmph...uh, yeah."
"I thought you were on the can, with all those noises you were making. But I see you're just playin' around with toys!"
Blitz had spied Aurecht's first four eggs near the bed. He walked over and picked up the biggest of them, egg number four. "Woah, these are heavier than they look...where'd you get them? Heh...I might want to try one of..." he trailed off as Finn mooed again. "They're that good, eh?"
"Could you...could you please...nngahh...get the lube? It's in the...in the...arrgghh...drawer on top, across the rrrnngghhhooom..." The bull sighed and moaned quietly as Blitz put the egg down, fished around the drawer for the lube, and returned with the small tube.
"You know I go by 'Kohen' in the off season, Finn," his friend said as he walked across the room. "But I guess it doesn't matter here." Returning to his friend, he grinned at the four eggs on the table. "How'd you get one of those inside yourself without lube in the first place, Finn? This last one looks like it's about as wide as a softball." He sat on the side of the bed, looking at Finn's rear. "Whoa, I can see it inside ya! Hee hee hee!" He reached out and gently pushed on the shell, making the egg slide deeper inside.
"No! Ohhhhh, no. Why'd you do that?" Finn rolled onto his belly, arching his back slightly and sighed. All his momentum was lost for the moment, he'd have to wait for it to build up again. "They're not toys, they're real eggs. They grew inside me. Remember that reptile guy...the wyvern? Aurecht? I told you about him three weeks ago."
"With the huge schlong? You bet you told me about him. I asked around, though, and nobody else has met him so he must keep a pretty low profile."
"He...mmmph. He isn't really a guy," Finn said with a grunt. "His cock is really a long tube that he uses to stick eggs in your gut."
Blitz sat quietly for a while, watching Finn breathe deeply until the contractions starting hitting regularly. The bull turned slowly onto his side, as the pressure was easier to handle in that posture-though it was a little hard on his neck, keeping his head tilted because of his horns. The egg had just about come to the same spot it had reached before the reindeer had pushed it back inside.
"That...is soooo fuckin' hot," the reindeer said. Finn looked over his shoulder, and saw the reindeer stroking himself through his jeans. "I bet that hurts like a werewolf knot!" Reaching over, he gently pressed the small amount of shell that was visible, blocking any more progress. "They're so huge, bully boy!"
Finn mooed, and Blitz released the egg. It was no use; his strength was spent for the moment, and the bull grunted as he felt the egg backslide. "You could do me a favor and get that lube to where it ca-nngghh do me some good," he said quietly.
"Oh, yes. I see why you need it," the reindeer said. He uncapped the top, spread some over his fingers, and gently slid one finger around the crowning eggshell. "It's a little flexible," Blitz said with a whisper. "The shells must harden after you lay them." Being very careful not to poke the egg, or push against it too much, the reindeer lubricated his friend's stretched ring, and then looked back at the eggs. "I've got half a mind to try inserting one into myself...the shell on that one felt pretty durable."
There was a loud thump on the fire escape where the reindeer had entered moments before. Blitz looked up and squeezed the tube of lubricant a little too tightly, creating a small geyser. Finn shivered and clenched up, once again losing all of his progress. This egg would have taken the longest amount of time even without all of these extra interruptions! He was getting worn out.
"What was that?" The reindeer looked back and forth, his ears fluttering under his antlers as he listened closely. He didn't leave the bed, and kept looking toward the window until Finn moaned with discomfort as the egg's tip once again made it past his ring, and stayed put.
The bull began slowly moving his leg back and forth, his hoof tapping in time against the post of the bed. "Just keep still, Blitz," he pleaded. "I've got enough on my mind now."
"You don't need me being a pain in the ass, on top of the pain in the ass you've got already?" Blitz grinned and crouched on the ground, resting his chest and elbows on the bed to get a good view of what was happening. "I'm lucky I showed up when I did. This is the best show I've seen in a long time. Look at that thing, it's huge." He took off his shirt, and his pants quickly followed. Returning to his spot behind Finn, he leaned forward and tapped the bull's back with his antlers. "Keep going, buddy. You've got a lot of work left. Don't forget to breathe!"
Finn would have stood up and socked Blitz in the muzzle if he could have; it felt as if an iron belt or girdle was squeezing his abdomen every few seconds, forcing him to push harder and harder. Eventually the width of his anal ring would stretch, and allow the egg passage, but that time seemed like it would never come. His efforts hardly budged the intruder.
Blitz started to say something, but all Finn heard was a choked gasp of surprise, a murmur, and suddenly a great weight caused the mattress of the bed to sag. "Damnit, Blitz! I ...told...nnggahh...you not to bother me!" With a grunt and a wince of agony, he turned himself around to face the reindeer-but was surprised to see a rushing flash of movement and a struggle.
It took him a moment to realize what was happening. Blitz was there, but something else was there too. Something large and scaled, with long wings folded around the reindeer. Most of his friend was hidden except for the antlers, his head, and one arm; long fangs were sunken into the reindeer's shoulder and Blitz's eyes were rolling around, terrified.
Finn froze. The long reptilian face turned slightly, and the bull slowly relaxed. "Aurecht? When did you get here?" Inwardly, he cursed-that little episode had caused the egg to withdraw again.
"The window was open," the wyvern said after a while. There were two puncture wounds on Blitz's shoulder; the reindeer was moaning and hung limp in Aurecht's wings. Finn could see his feet were wound up in Aurecht's tail, which constricted and squeezed them. "I told you I'd want the last egg. I see I'm early-lucky for me. It saves me a hunt for another host. I am in need."
He rolled Blitz onto his belly right next to Finn, and perched behind the reindeer. Noticing the bull looking at him, he said "Despite your suitability and your willingness, you'd be too weak."
"What? Too weak for what," the bull asked.
"To host more." Aurecht looked as though it was obvious that Finn would have either expected or wanted more grubs. "You're too weak. But luckily your friend is here. He looks very, very suitable. I prefer you horned ones, it's so easy to tell if you're healthy and capable of being saddled." He extended his wings; tiny little fingered claws caressed Blitz's antlers.
As he spoke, his long, wiggling ovipositor slithered across the reindeer's buttocks, and squirmed its way under Finn's friend's perky little tail. Leaning forward to cover Blitz, his eyes closed as the tip apparently found what it was searching for. Blitz's mouth opened and he twitched a little, but he didn't say anything. Finn looked to his eyes; they were still moving around, trying to communicate to Finn that he wasn't sure he was enjoying this at all.
Finn was about to ask if his friend would be all right, but by now familiar urges and pains rumbled through his gut. Almost in unison, the bull and the wyvern grunted. Finn settled on his side, facing the pair, and winced as he began what he hoped was his last attempt to get Aurecht's offspring out of his body.
So he struggled with his own ordeal, moaning and mooing occasionally, and watched another ordeal unfold before him. Aurecht humped Blitz a few times, then arched his back and glared ahead at the wall, fangs bared in a grimace. Underneath him, the reindeer's eyes didn't look as panicked, but they grew wide suddenly. His head twitched, the first movement Finn had seen since Blitz had been bitten.
Looking down, Finn could just see the long tubelike ovipositor under the scaly leg of the wyvern. A bulge traveled along it slowly, rhythmically pushed forward. It came to a stop as it reached the reindeer's ring, though the contractions of the long tube continued. Aurecht groaned and pressed himself closer to the reindeer; he didn't seem to be taking much pleasure in the act.
The bull found that watching that rhythmic pushing and relaxing had helped him along without being aware of it. As Aurecht's "grub", whatever that really looked like, waited just outside its new host's body, Finn reached around his own hip and gently felt for his egg. There it was; protruding from his ass, about two fingers' widths of it. He sighed as he felt his gut clench and his ring stretching, bringing with it some pain, but it was so familiar by now that he didn't think much of it. It wasn't stopping him anymore.
Aurecht hissed and shuddered, his wings rustling as he lowered himself onto the chosen host for the next few members of his family. Finn could see Blitz's eyes close, screwed shut, and a slight smile playing over the reindeer's muzzle. The two of them exhaled together; looking down, the bull saw that the bulge had vanished inside his friend.
He closed his own eyes and pushed hard; he felt the egg lurch forward under his fingertips. He felt stretched more widely than he had ever felt before. Opening his eyes, he found himself looking directly into Blitz's own. "It hurts, Blitz," he whispered. "But I'd do it again."
Blitz closed his eyes and groaned a little. "There's...there's two of 'em," he said with a definite slur in his voice. "He put two of them inside me."
Aurecht grunted. "Shush," he hissed at Blitz. "Relax." The wyvern seemed out of breath.
Of course he was, Finn realized. Aurecht and the bull: they were both giving birth, in a way. They were in different stages of the process. He reached out and gently stroked the fingers of the small claw on the end of the wyvern's wing, then brushed them against Blitz's chin. "I'll help you nest, Blitz," he whispered.
Reaching to his own backside, he felt that the wyvern's egg had passed by the curved tip; now it was lodged in his hole at its widest point. With a short "moo" he laid it. The egg tumbled onto the bed, cradled by his thigh and his tail. He lay in bed, exhausted, and watched his friend and his...what was Aurecht to him? What was he to Aurecht? The scaly winged beast didn't seem to be eager to talk, so he looked again to Blitz. "I'll help you nest," he said again weakly, with a smile. He rubbed the reindeer's antlers.
Blitz closed his eyes and moaned softly while Aurecht snorted and shivered with effort. Finn spotted a bulge in Aurecht's ovipositor resting on the reindeer's buttocks. The wyvern grunted and pushed; a little bit of progress was made. Finn felt sympathetic. As the labor pangs seemed to momentarily subside, Finn asked "Why didn't you bite me, Aurecht?"
"You were willing," he answered quietly, exhaustion evident in his voice. "I picked you out; I shadowed you and...mmmm." He closed his eyes and showed his fangs, bearing down as he attempted to get the bulge past the reindeer's ring. After a few moments, he humped Blitz gently and sighed. "But you seemed very open to the idea. Eager, in fact-I remember you were eager to be mounted and saddled."
"You didn't explain what I was in for very carefully," Finn thought to himself, but he stayed quiet and watched Aurecht work. "How many will you put into him," he asked as the bulge finally disappeared inside Blitzen's butt.
Aurecht hissed and humped the reindeer a little more, working the grub deeper and deeper into its host's body. "Thisss...issss...the lasssst one." The claws on his feet dug into the bed and poked holes-the last of several such holes, Finn noticed-and seemed to reach the end of his labors. The relief on his strange reptilian face was visible. "He's not as big as you."
He began backing up off of the reindeer, and looked at Finn. "It's special, when a good host is honored to be saddled. You deserve special treatment. I watched this one interfere with you during your vulnerable time. His physical fitness preserved him from violence-also, as I said, I was in great need. So I saddled him with three."
The long ovipositor slithered its way out of Blitz, retracting to some hidden pouch between the wyvern's legs. Aurecht backed up a little more, crouching on the foot of the bed and letting his tail trail out across the floor. "You're finished, Finn? You've laid my eggs?"
"Yes," the bull answered. He rolled over and picked up the last egg, the biggest by a noticeable amount, and gently handed it over. "You told me you wanted the last one, but I could keep a few? You can take all of them, Aurecht-if you'll come back to me when you feel I'm stronger."
The wyvern waddled over to a harness he must have brought with him, slung it around his neck and across one of his wings, and started to pack the eggs inside of it. He hesitated over the smallest of the group; they were the first and second eggs. "These are no good," Aurecht said. "You might try grinding up the shells and chewing them, or burning them and inhaling the vapors. I'm told this is a popular pastime among some. But I hope you do not become overly fond of it."
He waddled over to the door and looked back at the bull. "I'll return for that other's eggs. If he will not nest here, so be it. I will track him. But I will return to you, Finn. Soon."
Finn realized this was the first time Aurecht had ever used his name.
The wyvern, carrying his cargo, folded his wings close to his body and squeezed through the window. Leaping from the fire escape, he disappeared into the night.
"Wow," Blitzen whispered. He patted himself in the stomach awkwardly, not fully recovered from Aurecht's venom. His belly was somewhat lumpy. "Wow."