Eggs in the Alley: A Harrowing Festival Delivery
"Coo-coo...?"
It was a beautiful day. Warm sunlight bathed everything in a gentle glow, and a cool breeze whispered through the air—the most pleasant weather in ages. Claudia's face wasn't quite as sunny when she spotted Cecil, who'd come out on the date with us, but after glancing at me and seeing Cecil's genuine excitement for the outing, she let out a sigh and led the way.
And so the three of us walked through the festival-bustling city streets. We still had plenty of time before our reservation at the restaurant Claudia had booked. Cecil's eyes sparkled at every new sight, Claudia trudged along with her tail drooping limply, and I... well, the overwhelming crowd was starting to get to me. We were three people with nothing in common, but we should have been able to enjoy a peaceful day together.
We should have.
Sudden abdominal pain made me freeze, and the two of them turned back to me. It was a sensation I'd never felt before. At first, I thought maybe I just needed the bathroom badly, but it was different from that. When I touched my lower belly... something hard was there.
Cold sweat trickled down my back at the feel of it, my hands trembling. Tears of sheer injustice welled up, moistening my eyes, and Cecil and Claudia's faces grew serious as they stared at me.
"...I think it's coming."
My abrupt declaration left them both looking dumbfounded for a moment. Cecil blinked and tilted her head.
"Sha'a-nim. Do you need to use the bathroom?"
I wish it were that simple. I shook my head, my face heating up, and Cecil's hands hovered uncertainly. Claudia, seeing me clutching my stomach, muttered softly and approached.
"Sha'a, hold on a sec."
Claudia's fingers slipped under my shirt, prodding my lower belly. She gently stroked the round protrusion, then looked at me with surprise.
"...Sha'a, is this what I think it is?"
"What is it? Please tell Cecil too, Sha'a-nim."
I hesitated, then mumbled in a mosquito-like voice.
"...Probably... yeah... But why is this happening...? Everything was fine... no issues..."
"Oh my god."
Only Cecil, unaware of my time with the harpies, gazed at me curiously. But explaining it myself felt... awkward.
In the meantime, Claudia calmly scooped me up.
"D-Dia?!"
"Let's find somewhere quiet first. Assistant, follow us."
Claudia carried me around nearby inns, but every room was full—thanks to the ongoing festival, as I'd mentioned. Deciding it was too late to head back to the workshop, she ducked into a secluded alley with Cecil in tow. She handed me to Cecil, pulled something from her pocket, and embedded it in the wall. The passageway vanished. I could still sense presences beyond it, though.
"It's a magic-disguise enchanted magitool for emergencies. Should hold for a while."
"...Hold? You don't mean... no way, right?"
Claudia looked at me pityingly, then shook her head as if there were no choice.
"If we leave it longer, it might break inside... that'd be bad. Just bear with it? You're an adult."
"N-No...!"
Adults don't lay eggs, damn it!
From the side came Cecil's dissatisfied voice. I turned to see her cheeks puffed out adorably.
"...Please explain to Cecil too."
Her cuteness eased my tension a bit. I gave her a quick rundown, and her eyes widened in shock.
"Sha'a-nim is laying an egg?"
"...Probably."
"Save the surprise for later—first, let's get it out. Assistant, I might need your help. Leaving it in could hurt her. We can heal wounds with potions, but debris might stay behind."
Cecil clenched her fists at the thought of me getting hurt.
"What does Cecil need to do?"
Claudia glanced at me and smiled brightly. A bad feeling stirred.
"First, just hold Sha'a steady. If she thrashes too much... she could get injured."
"Got it."
Cecil pressed close, wrapping me gently in her arms.
"I'm sorry, Sha'a-nim. But Cecil doesn't want you hurt. Please endure just a little."
"W-Wait a minute!"
By then, Claudia had yanked down my pants, exposing my pale thighs. She folded them neatly, then reached for my panties.
"Dia! W-Wai—"
"Sha'a, don't yell too loud or someone might come. The magitool doesn't block sound."
My mouth snapped shut as Claudia pulled off my panties. She folded them too and set them atop my pants, whispering,
"Cute ones you're wearing."
"I-I didn't buy them...!"
"...Oh?"
For a split second, Claudia's aura turned feral, then calmed. The chill on my suddenly exposed lower half made me shiver.
"...Assistant. Next... yeah, just hold Sha'a's body steady as I move her."
With that, Claudia grabbed my legs and lifted them, slipping Cecil's hands under my knees and spreading them wide to the sides.
...In short, Claudia had me floating in midair, legs splayed in an M-shape right in front of her face. Humiliation surged, heat flooding my cheeks. I covered my face with both hands and muttered,
"Wh-What did I do wrong...?"
"You didn't do anything wrong, Sha'a. So I'll fix it quick. Assistant, how long can you hold that position?"
"Sha'a-nim is light, so Cecil could hold her all day."
"Reliable."
Claudia began groping my body. No—her soft lips pressed against my slit.
"W-Wait, what are you—hng, doing?!"
"Harpy bodies prepare themselves, but... you're human, Sha'a? Gotta prep you first."
True or not, I couldn't judge. I'd never done this before, obviously!
Taking my silence as consent, Claudia resumed nuzzling my slit with her plush lips. She enveloped the crease with the soft insides of her mouth, then lapped at my clit with her rough tongue. I twitched, accepting the motion.
Right beside me, Cecil's worried voice came.
"Sha'a-nim. Cecil's holding tight. So relax and lay it, please."
"N-No, that's not... ngh! Hah...!"
My face burned hotter than ever. I bit back a whimper mixing pain and heat. Voices murmured distantly from afar.
My slit, slick with Claudia's saliva, soon leaked sticky fluid. Wet sounds followed. Claudia smacked her lips, then thrust her tongue inside. The wriggling in my shallow depths... words failed.
Her tongue probed relentlessly, like hunting a weak spot. When it hooked something, stars burst in my vision. Claudia focused there.
"Aaah..."
Deeming me wet enough, she unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her chest, and stroked my lower belly—the hard spot inside. Her gentle yet somehow violent presses from top to bottom made my breath hitch each time her fingers sank in.
Cecil whispered encouragement in my ear. Amid the whispers and forced pleasure, my mind turned to mush. My body, familiar with a few peaks, climaxed swiftly. No time to bask in the trembling release.
Claudia kept tonguing and sucking, hands kneading my belly. Then I sensed something odd. A snag in my lower belly, like something catching. It pushed aside flesh, peeking out... bizarre.
Unlike the rod I'd taken sober. This weirdness from within turned to pain.
"Ngh!"
A pained groan escaped.
"D-Dia, something's wrong...!"
"It's coming."
Cecil gripped my legs harder, locking me firm. Distant murmurs made me clap a hand over my mouth.
One hand stimulated my belly, the other flicked my rock-hard clit. Pleasure and pain scrambled my brain. Something tore through flesh, slowly emerging. My hand grew soaked with saliva.
"Hng, hah... Sniff..."
"I see it."
The belly hand withdrew. The clit play continued, cresting me again. Toes curled, body tensed.
"Hngh!"
Climax hit with a splurt! of fluid. Then... plop! The invading pressure vanished, relief flooding in.
It's over...
More relief than shame at laying an egg outdoors. But Claudia, prodding my belly, dropped a bombshell.
"Looks like more are left?"
"...Huh?"
My brain refused the impossible words. Meanwhile, Cecil readjusted her hold, Claudia's hands on my belly and crotch. I snapped to, shaking my head wildly—but futile.
Belly massage and climaxing fingers resumed. As Claudia said, the foreign mass lingered.
...Not that I accepted this. No choice anyway.
Cecil's encouragements, Claudia's kneads and fingering. Soon, a smaller mass scraped down—not pleasant. Harsh splashes and successive pops followed.
That day, I laid five eggs total. One large, four small.
...Steaming hot, vapors rising.
Cecil's sparkling stare made me stuff them in Claudia's bag first. Cleanup? Nothing really—everywhere glistened with my fluids, but no mess otherwise.
Damn, I squirted a lot.
Claudia retrieved the magitool, her face oddly glossy, and spoke.
"What now? Head back early?"
Exhausted, I nearly agreed... but Cecil fidgeted, eyeing me hopefully. I swallowed my words.
"...Stick to the plan."
Cecil beamed; Claudia chuckled.
Anyway. Leaning on their shoulders, we headed to the restaurant. Upon arrival, the staff recognized Claudia instantly as a VIP, greeting her warmly. Unease prickled; I tried grabbing her, but her long legs carried her inside swiftly. My hand swished empty air.
"Sha'a-nim?"
The server and Cecil eyed me questioningly.
"...Let's go."
With a heavy heart, I followed.