The Unbirthing

Propelling herself forward with her powerful tail, his mother coils herself around his legs, locking him in place. One of her hands strokes his face, and he can see the heat sensors on her nose flaring as they survey his state. "Come to mama," she hisses at him, pulling him to her chest as her breasts grow to H cups and are covered in soft black barbs with a click of his fingers. His face is buried in her cleavage as the new barbs tickle and attempt to grab his face and lock it in place.

Held in place by four of her hands, while her other four begin to strip him down to his underwear, he breathes in her perfume. Another click of his finger and it turns to a heavy, musky scent that acts as a powerful aphrodisiac, hardening his shaft instantly. He moans as her coils grow tighter and tighter against his bare, sweaty skin.

"Yesss, that'sss it," she cooed. "Sssuch a good boy, now jussst let me do the ressst."

She forcefully pushes him down further into her coils, until his bare feet are touching the softer scales on her underbelly. Her eight arms push him down even more, and suddenly his feet slip through her body and into an opening he didn't know was there. Further and further he is pushed into his mother's vagina, his feet, knees, waist disappearing inside. When only his head remains outside, she bends over him and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Jussst relax. I will take good care of you."

One constriction of her muscle later, and he is fully inside her womb.

Inside her womb, it's quiet. He can breathe somehow, and when he looks down there is an umbilical cord stretching from his belly button, feeding him oxygen and nutrients. He can't see too much else, only his body suspended in a clear fluid, and the fleshy red walls around him. It's relaxing, he notes, to just float in this nothingness, no worries on his mind. He finds his body becoming so relaxed that he doesn't even notice the umbilical cord pumping something far more potent into him.