[Incubation] Octopus

• Fertility [Octopus 169+ 25 | Aeylin 10+66 | 270/2= 135 Pregnancy SUCCES. ]

Days have passed since the recent events, at least that is what it feels like.. The mare has been mostly dozing off and sleeping, her energy remains drained or at the very least used up in some kind of manner. It's hard to tell what time it is given she's been kept inside the dark belly of a ship in who knows where.. well, she knew how she got here but now it feels impossible to tell directions. So far she's felt the embrace of the beast every time she woke, occasionally caressing her belly, and sides and touching her temples and chest to ensure she kept breathing. She's been fed by it too as the insistent limb of her 'lover' probed at her lips, forcing her to feed off a freshly brewed protein shake right before it left to hunt its own food or protect its residence and clutch..
She could hear it speak to her in her mind as before.

{You need to rest, I will keep it safe}

The realization dawns as that must be the case since it wouldn't keep her alive without mating for no reason. Her hand trails across your stomach.. your fingers running over small bumps.. approximately the size of eggs, but round. The more she feels around the more there seems to be, pressing gently on an egg makes it disappear and rearranges the contents of your womb. It has a gelatinous feel to it but you don't dare to squeeze.. somehow she finds herself filled with pride by how many little lifeforms she's been able to produce. She's lying in a normal position at the moment, and she can't feel the lower portion of her body as her hands simply can't reach her. Somehow she only feels the need to rest as her body nurtures all the new life inside of her.

Awakened once more she blinks, it's still dark but she feels awake enough to call it a day. Her stomach churns. She doesn't remember when her last meal was. Her protector appears not to be present again.. At least as far as she can tell. She feels herself lying on her side, which isn't very comfortable for her physique. Her hands trace to her stomach and she gasps in shock. It's nearly doubled in size, brimming with life, each of the eggs has swollen to the size of a baseball. They feel denser than before and her skin is drawn taught around each. Pressing down no longer pushes and shifts them around and causes a slight discomfort. She can tell her lower belly has swelled to and sees there is no way she'll be able to stand given her current condition. Left to simply wait it out.

Several minutes pass, her stomach gurgling on occasion. Suddenly she feels a ticking sludge erupt from her nethers as if her water broke.. It's tick and gelatinous.. {Goddess..it's happening}.

She feels a heavy pressure form on her cervix, her muscles moving on their own. Slowly but surely her cervix dilates as an overly excited egg plugs it instantly, eager to be the first to pass. Several minutes pass as her breath becomes labored, without pushing the first egg fills up her birthing canal, quickly followed by others.. Each lining up to form a nice line, pushing through her vagina like a sex toy. The goopy substance is pushed out in front, aiding as some sort of lubricative substance, her muscles clamp down and she feels the first egg plop out of her, rapidly followed by several more. She can't tell how many there are but she's certain there's easily a dozen.. Her hands cradle her upper tummy which hasn't shrunk an inch.. Each egg comes out with several others, batch after batch joins the others as they start piling up against her bum. There are just so many..

The experience is surprisingly pleasant.. nearly orgasmic. Every clutch relieves more of the pressure in her incubators. By now her upper tummy has been drained of its contents and feels flat as it should be, no longer squishy but firm with muscle and an appropriate layer of fat. Her mighty stud hood throbs, flaring proudly as it too shows its excitement by the whole endeavor. The whole process appears to take around an hour or so, but again there is no sense of time in this place. The last and final duo of plops exits her winking cunny as if it's anticipating even more or another round of mating to fill her back up.. She sighs in relief and dozes off for a bit..

• Offspring: [Octopus 169 +93 | Aeylin 10 +40 = | 312/2= 156 - 34= 122 Total Children ]

Her final awakening makes her feel refreshed, she can still feel the pile of eggs behind her, some have slid along her sides, and carefully she attempts to roll over in the other direction, the eggs rolling down behind her as she stands. Her knees quiver a little as she hasn't stood in what feels like forever. Once steady she carefully trots out of her confinement, silently as she can as she intends to leave this place once and for all.. As she makes her way up the stairs she thumps her hoof into one of it's tentacles.. She freezes.

Several minutes pass as she stands there like a fawn caught in the sights of a hunter. Slowly she raises her hoof and steps over it, a few more steps and she actually steps on another.. No response.

Confused she keeps on walking and soon finds the bulk of its body blocking most of her way.. She hesitantly touches it. It is unmoving.. There appears to be no sign of life left in the creature, apparently giving its life to protect you or simply passing as a new cycle of life takes its place.

Feeling around she discovers that there is a small gap between the creature and the wall and attempts to push through, the creature is big enough that she can use her lower body to push against it, so she pauses and thinks of a plan.. Rubbing her hand over the creature and the wall she attempts to use it as lubricant, she attempts to push through and slowly but surely slips past the creature. It's gelatinous mass distorting around her curves.

The endeavor took quite the breath out of her..no.. she's starting to loose her water breathing! She hastened off to the breach in the hull and remembered it was approximately straight from there. Several minutes pass until slowly the sand beneath her hooves starts to rise, she holds her breath and presses on.. she has to make it.

She unleashes a gasp for air, water pouring from her mouth as she coughs, inhaling lungs of fresh air as her lungs adjust and switch to her regular ability. She takes her time to recover and scan her surroundings.. She's not exactly where she entered.. Her cloth nowhere to be seen, she has no clue where she is other than this mystical realm.. **** but the press on like the day she was born..

+345xp (lost fight)
+122 x2 244xp (Birthed eggs)

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