The Third, and the First
…Of course. The one time I actually needed a break, and they just had to be efficient about it.
"Oh, for crying out loud…."
I forced myself to ignore the shiver that ran through me as a draft slipped through the window crack and brushed between my legs. Pinning my clothes down with one wing so they wouldn't flap open, I made my way over to the table.
"Let's see here."
The sender was the Guildmaster, all right….
"You've got to be kidding me."
I read the letter's contents, then stared at the parchment in silence, seriously considering whether to just fling the whole thing across the room. And for good reason.
"The northern tip of the continent this time? Ugh."
Because what was written on that letter was an order to head for the Eternal Frostlands of the north.
Disaster-class entity designated Jabberwock discovered and eliminated in the Eternal Frostlands of northern Oberon.
Of note: anomalous phenomena confirmed during engagement with the Jabberwock.
Judged to potentially hold answers regarding Ren's physical mutation. Base of operations to be established; investigation to continue.
End of report.
The one silver lining, I supposed, was that this time it actually had something to do with a lead on reversing my body.
"There's no way this is all there is to it, though…."
I skimmed past the section that simply restated Betty's report, and sure enough—
…To summarize the six hours of written conversation that followed:
I've sent an additional sample along with the prototype we discussed last time. Test it first, then decide.
Apparently you'll know better than anyone what I'm talking about.
Anyway, find any adventurers' guild in Oberon and get in touch.
I clicked my tongue as I read through the handwriting, which grew progressively more ragged toward the end — clearly the writer was running out of steam. He could have just nodded along halfheartedly and then claimed he was busy. Instead the idiot had answered every single thing.
P.S. Please, I'm begging you — find someone who can talk to her already. I genuinely think I'm going to die.
Apparently the conversation still hadn't stopped. Looking at that last line, which practically reeked of desperation, I decided to spare a brief prayer for the Guildmaster's continued survival.
"Nngh."
I was still mid-silent-prayer when a stabbing pain from deep in my belly made me roughly fold the parchment and toss it onto the table.
"Haa…."
I sat back against the bed and prepared myself for what had now become my third egg-laying.
"Hh… nngh."
Wrapping a wing around my lower belly — which had been thrashing violently for a while now — I adjusted my body to dull the sensations as much as possible.
The first time, I'd been half-asleep and had no idea what was happening to me. The second time, one disaster after another had piled up and I'd made a complete spectacle of myself. I was on my third go now. There was no way I was going to make a mess of it again.
"Haa…."
I took a deep breath and steeled myself. At the same time, one of the eggs inside me gave a heavy wriggle.
"Haah—"
A moan slipped out before I could stop it at the sensation of being forced open from within.
Crrk.
Just like last time, an egg had caught at the mouth of my womb and refused to come out. I bore down, pushing against it, and a faint pain began to bloom as the opening slowly stretched wider.
"P-pii… piiit…."
And before long, that pain began to tip over into pleasure.
…This. This was the problem.
"Haahn…♡"
What kind of body even was this? Obviously it had been designed this way for laying eggs, but the moment the process started, a certain amount of the pain simply converted itself into pleasure.
Slick.
I felt a slippery fluid begin to trickle down between my legs. Hiking my clothes up with one wing so they wouldn't get soaked, I pressed lightly against my lower belly with the other.
"Hh, mmph."
From top to bottom — just enough pressure so the stuck egg could slide free without any sudden jolt.
Crrrk.
And then, accompanied by the vulgar sound of sticky, wet flesh being forced open—
Shhhk.
"Hyaahn?!"
A jolt of pleasure shot from my lower belly straight through the top of my head, and my whole body shuddered once.
"Haah… hnn…."
I'd managed to get it past the entrance, at least. From here on, it should be relatively straightforward.
Press.
I couldn't put force into my lower belly directly — it was too sensitive — so I kept myself as loose as possible. Lifting the wing that had been pressing down, I found the place where something bulged outward and pushed against it, coaxing the egg along.
"Haaut."
Before long, the egg snagged again, as if catching on something.
"Ah, seriously… what a pain…."
It had caught on the barrier they called a hymen, rocking back and forth and stimulating the inside of my passage with every tiny movement. I gritted my teeth against the heat rising through my body and put more force into the wing pressing on my belly.
Squelch—
A grotesque sensation of that barrier's gap being forced open, and then—
"Piyak?!"
Plop.
—a large egg shot down the length of my passage in a single rush and settled onto the bed.
The entrance seemed to be more sensitive than the deeper parts; the pleasure that hit me all at once left me twitching for a moment.
"Haa…."
I decided to collect myself before starting on the second egg. Last time, when I'd left it to Huey, I'd genuinely thought I was going to lose my mind.
"…Nngh. Just thinking about it pisses me off all over again."
The memory of those fingers zeroing in on exactly the most agonizingly sensitive spots and pressing down with pinpoint precision was enough, by itself, to send a shiver through my lower belly.
"Just because it's not his body, he goes and handles it however he wants. Seriously."
Wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me while I was already too far gone to even breathe properly… honestly, there had been moments I'd wondered if I was actually going to die.
"Haa…."
Anyway. The heat that had been flooding my body seemed to have settled somewhat.
Press.
"Hnn…."
Time for the second egg.
Crrk.
Whether it was smaller than the first, or whether the first egg had already stretched the entrance open, I couldn't say—
"Haa…."
—but the second one came out noticeably more smoothly than before. There was one difference, though.
"Piiit?!"
As the egg slid free, it dragged across the entrance of my passage, and I cried out again.
Shhhk.
"Hyaaang…."
Aching and sweet all at once — as if someone had taken the single most concentrated cluster of nerves in my body and rubbed it raw.
"Haaut…!"
That aftershock alone was enough to tip me into a light climax.
"Hnn… hnnn…."
Every ounce of strength drained from my body. I barely managed to hold back from wetting myself in the same undignified way I had last time, then forced myself to calm down and prepared to extract the last egg.
"I guess I should be grateful there are only three."
It wasn't as if they were preparing one for each person to eat or something.
"Honestly."
I snorted once at the ridiculous thought, then—
"Hmph."
—bore down on my lower belly again.
Crrk.
Fortunately, it seemed only the first egg had been unusually large. The last one also eased open the mouth of my womb and began its descent without much trouble.
Squelch.
Once more, that vulgar sound of flesh being forced apart—
Plop.
"Piiii…."
—and the final egg settled onto the bed.
I prodded at my lower belly with a wing, confirming there was nothing left inside, when—
"…Nnh."
—a hollow, incomplete feeling washed through me, and my lower belly shivered again. As if something were still missing.
"Tsk."
The thought that flashed through my mind a second later made me click my tongue and shake my head hard.
"…There's no way I'd be thinking something like that."
The reason this aching, unsatisfied feeling wouldn't go away even after I'd finished laying was because I'd picked up a bad habit during the first time. Because I'd climaxed so messily and made such a disgraceful spectacle of myself that it had stuck as a habit before I knew it.
"Right. That's all it is."
This aching feeling would go away once I retrained myself properly. Wrapping a wing around my still-trembling lower belly, I repeated the self-suggestion over and over.
"Haa…."
Once I'd settled somewhat, I picked up the towel I'd prepared ahead of time with both wings and started cleaning up. I wiped down the eggs, settled them into the basket I'd set aside, roughly straightened the bed, and was just wiping the sticky mess from between my thighs so I could get dressed when—
Brush.
"—Nnh."
A sensation completely different from anything I'd felt so far. A jolt of pleasure that shook my mind for an instant, like a spark of lightning.
Sliiiide.
"Hnn…."
I tried to dismiss it as my imagination, but the way my thighs were growing wet all over again told a different story.
"……."
I tossed the towel aside, lifted my clothes with a wing, and looked down.
"……."
Beneath a faint dusting of red down, split in a soft vertical line, something small and bean-like had swollen an angry red and was making its presence aggressively known.
"…Haaut."
I brushed that little bean lightly with the wing that wasn't holding my clothes. Lightning sparked through my skull again, and my hips shuddered.
"Nngh."
I stared quietly at the clear fluid that had smeared onto my wing feathers, then glanced around the room.
"…Right. I won't be able to sleep like this. Yeah. Even if I could tough it out, I don't want my wings getting wet from something like this."
Muttering excuses to no one in particular, I made my way toward the square table where the parchment had been sitting just a short while ago.
Gulp.
For some reason, the sound of me swallowing felt louder than usual today. My heart had been hammering ever since I'd discovered this unknown sensation. And somewhere underneath it all, a version of myself that was just a little bit looking forward to what came next.
One wing braced on the table for balance. The other holding my clothes hiked up, leaving me bare between the legs. I—
Press.
—brought myself against the corner of the table.
"Haah…."
A sweet moan slipped from my lips of its own accord. Feeling the cool, smooth wood of the table, I put a little weight into it and rolled my hips, rubbing that flushed little bean against the edge.
"Piii…♡"
A kind of pleasure entirely different from what I'd felt while laying eggs. Pure, undiluted pleasure, with no pain mixed in at all.
Rub. Rub.
"Haa, haa…."
I worked my hips against the table corner in a daze for a while — and then, abruptly, the sound vanished.
Next, my vision went dark. A weightless feeling wrapped around my body. Every sensation drained away, as if I were being pulled down into an abyss.
And then—
"P-pii…?!"
—as if the emptiness of a moment ago had been a lie, a wave of searing pleasure flooded every hollow space in my body.
Spurt—!
On a completely different level from anything I'd experienced while laying eggs. The kind of pleasure that felt like it would never end and, at the same time, like everything was about to end. A kind of pleasure I was feeling for the first time in my life swept through me — and then, a little later—
"Haah… haah…!"
—the sounds of the room gradually returned. When I came back to myself, I was slumped against the table, clinging to it with both wings, gasping for breath.
I gathered my still-twitching body after that unknown pleasure, then wrapped a wing around my lower belly — which was still buzzing, still insisting it wasn't enough even after all of that — and let out a long breath.
"Haa…."
The sensation that had been rising in my mind ever since the egg-laying began. The feeling of Huey's fingers pressing down on my lower belly. I sighed as it came back to me once more.
"I'm going to lose my mind. Seriously."