The Eggs

"The club is a cover," Maria said. "A...honey trap. Get some drunk, horny people together. Willing to experiment. Get them alone and...plant those eggs in them. That's the job." The woman ran a hand through her dyed red-and-pink hair. "This is the fist time I've ever done it though. Do you have any lube?"

"Bottom left drawer," Lois said automatically, still bent over, and realized what a sight she must be presenting to this woman...but, of course, not long ago Maria had been plunging her ovipositor in and out of her asshole. The reporter might be more sober now, but it seemed silly to be shy around her. "Why, Maria?" Lois asked. "What's in the eggs?"

Maria found the lube, and poured a generous dollop into her hand. Using her index finger, she reached out and placed a dab on Lois' asshole. The reporter didn't flinch at the cool, wet sensation.

"How does your ass feel?" The barmaid said, as with one finger she began to gently rub the lube around Lois' anus in slow, smooth circles.

"Not...bad, considering. I actually thought I'd be more sore than I am. I...uh...I usually feel it a bit more, after anal sex." Lois flushed a little. The intimacy of the physical act wasn't as difficult as the exchange they were having.

"Yeah. Anal sex can be like that. Your colon isn't self-lubricating, like your pussy. First time, especially, or if you stretch it a little, you can tear a bit. Find dabs of blood on the toilet paper, right?" Maria's finger began to press gently against Lois' brown eye, and the reporter tried to relax. It was different, now, somehow.

"Most of the eggs are designed to attach to the intestinal lining, and slowly dissolve over time. The dissolution releases chemicals—numbs the pain receptors, relaxes the sphincter muscles—kind of like poppers. It doesn't necessarily plant a desire for people to have anal sex, but it makes it easier, which can make the subject more...receptive." Maria pressed her finger in up to the knuckle, and Lois felt that long, skinny digit scan around inside her tunnel, feeling along her inner wall. She had to admit that the sensation, while weird, was far from as unpleasant as she thought it would be. "Some of the subjects, they end up doing this themselves. Digital manipulation, I mean."

"But what's the point?" Lois asked, and wondered if she should instead be asking why Maria had a finger up her butt...resisted the urge to squeeze down...and then felt Maria draw back, and another finger press against her anus, sliding slowly but inexorably into her flesh.

Maria hesitated as she pumped the fingers and out, slowly, going a little deeper each time, and now Lois could feel herself begin to get a little excited. Not much, because it was still weird, but the other woman was being gentle and so much of the reporter's attention was focused on her ass right now.

"It's preparation, really." Maria said. "It helps prepare the host to give birth."

A million questions came to Lois' mind...but she only asked one.