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Regect whined, pitiful and low. His body was curled into the large bed he’d spawned months prior—in case Ze ever wanted to crash in his room. After the whole missing incident, the two had been nearly inseparable. Nights spent talking about it slowly, carefully, while holding each other in the dark. Then the thought returned—sharp, throbbing, right in his stomach. His hand moved on instinct, clutching at his belly as his tail twitched uncomfortably. He pressed into the soft darkness of it, tracing a slow circle with his pointer finger.
A twitch. Then—gently—a roll.
Regect lay frozen.
Eggs?
He sat up straight. It made sense. God, it made too much sense. How had he missed every sign? The obsessive cleanliness of his room. The white hoodies shoved around his pillows so he could breathe in his scent. The way he’d rubbed his neck against Ze’s—marking, claiming, making sure other things knew. Possessiveness.
His hands slid up, burying his transparent face in them as a growl tore out of his chest—loud, raw, and unrestrained. He turned and forced himself to sit up. There wasnt anywhere necessarily safe here, if there was somehow a force keeping Ze knocked out cold for fifteen days somewhere close to the house- he couldn’t protect the entire house, he knew his limits. But . . He could keep someONE safe.
The thought crossed his mind like a bullet meeting a window, instantly shattered- the thought of him holding Ze by the hips while his eggs filled the human’s belly— he felt his gut twist warm at the thought, glancing down at it in disgust. What a fucking LOSER. Not even two days ago he was yelling at Ze for misplacing the remote and now he was thinking about— fucking eggs into him??? There was no way that he could— ever, ever try to get Ze to do that.
He whined as his belly shifted again, his hand trembling. Regect turned and layed his face into the bed, half bent and panting. His large boney tail quivered with movement, legs spread awkwardly. Pain shooting through his stomach to his legs.
He heard his door handle rotate and the wood creak open. He couldnt care, his head was buried deep enough into a pillow to hear a scream from Ze.
“Dude! What the- Atleast lock your fucking door if youre gonna be—” Ze seemed to be at a loss for words, but he didnt.. leave.
Studying the scene momentarily. The large, shivering form of the dragon-like being has absolutely dominated the bed, the mattress groaning under his shifting weight.
The room felt suddenly smaller, the air thick with a heavy, unnatural heat radiating from the entity's partially invisible torso. Despite the lack of a visible head, the sounds of distress were undeniable—wet, ragged gasps muffled against the fabric of the pillow, accompanied by the unsettling, slow twitching noise from Regect’s boney-spiked tail twitching erratically against the sheets. The thick, humid air in the room seemed to cling to Ze's skin, the scent of jasmine and strange, musk-laden tea making it hard to think clearly. The invisible head of the entity shifted against the pillow again, the fabric depressing deeply under his weight, accompanied by a low, resonant sound that was half-growl and half-whine.
The shifting movement in Regect's midsection became more violent, the outline of something large and round pressing desperately against the skin of his half-visible torso as his legs kicked out, messing up his blankets.
“Regect- whats wrong? Whats going on—you’re scaring the crap out of me.” Ze took another cautious step closer, waving his hand in front of his face to dispel the thick, floral musk. “Is this... is this a medical thing? Do I need to call a vet-doctor—or a... I don't know, Waka’Fonte-?” Regect’s body arched sharply off the mattress, a slime like fluid beginning to seep through the fabric of the bedsheets beneath his hips. The low groans escalated into a desperate sob that shook Regect’s large body. The movement in his abdomen grew frantic, the sheer size of the shifting orbs causing the skin to stretch and pull tight, looking ready to burst.
“Its not— Safe-“ Regect cried, a spike of pain bursting through his belly. He wanted to scream, or to have a smart remark- but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. Ze tripped over his own feet as he stumbled towards the bed to Regect
“Safe—?” He stuttered, eyes wide as he stared at the invisible convulsing mass on the bed. “Dude, what the fuck is happening to you?!” His eyes glanced towards Regect’s belly again, jumping at the sight of. .
bronze . . eggs?
Ze stared, his mouth hanging open as the impossible sight registered. The shimmering, bronze ovals were clearly visible inside the translucent outline of Regect's midsection, glowing faintly against the internal shadows. He reached out a trembling hand, stopping inches away as if afraid the invisible skin would burn him. “Those... those aren't. . Are those eggs? Since when do you—?”
The bronze eggs shifted violently, rolling over one another within the space of the half ghost like torso, pressing outward with a force that made the mattress springs shriek in protest. A thick fluid coated the underside of the eggs, lubricating their path as they inched lower, the biological necessity of the moment overriding all sense of privacy or dignity.
“God, it hurts—I can’t lay them here, not like this!” Regect wailed, his voice cracking into a broken, jagged sob. He clawed at the bedding, bracing himself against another violent contraction that rippled through his half-visible torso. With a trembling, desperate hand, he reached down between his quivering thighs to grasp at the source of the pressure. His fingers wrapped around the thick, shifting length of his ovipositor—a pulsating, golden tentacle that was already beginning to extend and swell. The underside was lined with rigid, obsidian-black spikes that glistened wetly under the room's dim light. The organ twitched in his grip, sensitive and frantic, responding to the biological need to deposit its burden.
“I can't protect the whole house, Ze!!” he shifted, the sound loud, “I need—someone! A host! I can't keep them safe inside of me, and I can't leave them out in the open!”
Ze stood frozen near Regect, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He looked at the golden tentacle writhing in Regect’s grip, then at the orbs rubbing desperately inside the dragon's heaving abdomen. Every instinct in his brain was screaming at him to run, to bolt out the door and never look back at the nightmare of birth unfolding in front of him. But then he heard the sob in Regect’s voice—the raw, terrified sound of a friend in pain.
Ze squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw clenching tight. Regect had never asked him for anything like this before. The guy was annoying, sure, and a literal monster, but he was his friend. He couldn't just leave him to suffer. Even if he did actually deserve it. He glanced at the TNT that lay in the corner of his room.
“Okay, okay! Just... stop!” Ze said frantically, pushing himself forward again. He took a deep, shuddering breath, his hands shaking violently as they moved to the button of his jeans. “I can't believe I'm doing this. If I die, I'm— Im gonna fucking kill you as a GHOST.” He popped the button and slid the denim down, his boxers being taken with it as he felt the cool air hitting his skin a stark contrast to the feverish heat of the room.
The pale skin of his thighs trembled slightly as he stepped out of the pooled fabric. He felt incredibly exposed, his anatomy on display—A tight clit nestled between his legs, looking pathetically small compared to the girth of the golden tentacle thrashing on the bed.
Ze grunted as he hesitantly climbed onto the mattress, the springs groaning under the added weight. He swallowed hard, staring at the spiked, golden length, fear turning into a heated pool in his gut that made him clench onto nothing- Regret gripped Ze’s thigh as he tugged the smaller male towards him He glared at the invisible head of his friend, though his face was flushed a dark crimson. “I'm doing it, asshole—give me a second!” Ze snapped, his voice wavering. He tried to steady himself with a hand on Regect's heaving, half-visible shoulder, his other hand bracing against the mattress to lift his hips. The air was thick with musk, making his head spin, and he could feel the slick heat radiating from the golden tentacle twitching against his leg.
Self-control was a luxury Regect couldn't afford. The biological imperative was like a loud siren song in his blood, drowning out Ze's voice. Before the human could properly align his body, the Entity’s hips snapped forward with a desperate, jagged rhythm. The golden tentacle, slick with viscous fluid, rutted mindlessly against the pale flesh of Ze's inner thigh, the hard ridges of the black spikes catching on the skin with a friction that was terrifyingly close to pain. The wet rub of flesh against flesh filled the room, the heat of the organ searing Ze's skin as Regect humped his leg like a beast in heat, searching blindly for the tight heat he needed to deposit his burden.
“Whoa—Shit, hey! Wait!” Ze gasped, his body jerking with the force of Regect's thrusts. He could feel the wet, sticky trail the tentacle left on his skin, the heat of it making his toes curl. It was gross, but that heated pool in his gut was growing into a throbbing ache of need. He bit his lip, hard enough to taste copper, and shifted his hips, angling himself until the weeping tip of that golden length was pressed against his entrance. “Just... hold still! Let me get it in before you break my fuckin’ femur you jerk..”
A high, desperate whine tore from the entity’s throat, vibrating through his chest as he bucked his hips upward with reckless abandon. The golden tentacle jerked, the thick, clear fluid leaking from the slit acting as an odd lubricant. There was no gentle preamble, no careful stretching—the blunt, tapered head of the ovipositor found Ze's entrance and slammed home, burying itself to the hilt in one fluid, powerful motion. The sensation was overwhelming—a sudden, searing stretch that forced the breath from Ze's lungs in a sharp gasp.
The golden length was thick and unyielding, the ridges of the black spikes dragging deliciously against his inner walls as it forced him open. The heat was intense, a burning pressure that seemed to radiate outward from his core, flooding his nervous system with a mix of shock and a confusing, heavy pleasure. Regect’s body went taut, his back arching off the mattress as he finally sheathed himself inside the tight heat he had been craving. Regets Tail wagging and hammering against the bed.
“Ohhh, fuck—” Regect moaned, the sound dissolving into a long, shuddering sigh of absolute relief. His invisible head tipped back, his hands gripping Ze's hips hard enough to bruise as he ground his pelvis upward, ensuring he was as deep as possible
Ze finally breathed after a moment, his hands grabbing onto Ze’s shoulders, though one invisible- it tripped him out, but he made no comment. He was watching as the eggs visibly lined themselves up, gulping- before he could ask anything- Regect slammed up once again, but as a rhythm, beginning to fuck into the tight virgin cunt.
Ze’s chest heaved as he finally managed to drag a ragged breath into his starving lungs, his fingers digging desperately into Regect’s shoulders for stability. It was a disorienting sensation—his left hand sinking into the firm, solid muscle of the dragon's visible shoulder, while his right hand grasped at nothing but empty air where the other should have been. The phantom limb under his palm tripped him out, sending a fresh wave of surreal vertigo through his haze, but he bit his tongue, swallowing the comment. He had more pressing things to worry about.
His gaze dropped, locked onto the terrifying sight of Regect’s abdomen. Through the translucent skin, he could see the bronze eggs shifting, visibly lining themselves up in a single-file queue, pressing down with heavy, deliberate intent toward the base of the tentacle buried inside him.
“W-wait, I can see them, they're—” Ze didn't get to finish the sentence. Regect’s hips snapped upward again, harder than before, slamming the golden length deep into Ze’s unprepared body. The rhythm was immediate and brutal, a desperate pistoning that didn't allow for recovery. The spiked ridges of the ovipositor dragged against Ze's sensitive inner walls, forcing the tight, virgin channel to constantly stretch itself rapidly around the girth. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by Ze's sharp cries and the lewd squelch of fluid as Regect began to fuck into him with single-minded determination, chasing the relief his body demanded.
The sound of Ze’s moans and cries seemed to spur his hips into a frenzy. Regect moaned, a low, vibrating sound that rumbled through his chest and directly into Ze’s body, his invisible grip bruising the human's hips as he held him in place. He babbled, probably meant to say actual words, but in the moment, all that came out were pathetic whiny breaths and whimpers, even praise. His voice wet and broken, the rhythm of his thrusts turning erratic and sharp.
Ze was reduced to a ragdoll in the others grasp, riding out the storm as his body was used. With every rough, punishing thrust, the sheer size of the golden tentacle distorted his midsection, creating a visible, temporary bulge in his lower belly that disappeared and reappeared in a blur of motion. The friction was relentless, the spiked ridges catching on his inner walls in a way that sent jolts of white-hot electricity up his spine, forcing his back to arch instinctively.
“Ah! Hah—Regect!” Ze gasped, his eyes squeezing shut as his head fell back. The heat pooling in his gut had become a roaring inferno, his body betraying him as the tight channel clenched down rhythmically around the invader. He could feel the heavy pressure of the first egg pressing against his entrance, demanding to be let in, and the sensation pushed him over the edge. “I'm—fuck, I'm gonna—!”
The climax hit them both with the force of a freight train. Ze’s vision whited out, his body seizing up as waves of pleasure crashed over him, his inner walls spasming violently around the tentacle. Regect moaned, his back bowing off the bed as he ground his hips up one final time, the ovipositor pulsing wildly as the first bronze egg was forced through the tight ring of muscle, the sheer stretch sending them both spiraling into a dizzying, overwhelming release.
Ze was held onto by the hips, watching as the eggs disappeared slowly from Regect’s belly, moaning as every one disappeared into Regect’s ovipositor and into his cunt.The sensation was indescribable—a heavy, stretching pressure that traveled deep into his core. As each egg left Regect’s body and entered his ovipositor, Ze could feel the distinct bulge traveling up the length of the tentacle, a slow, inexorable glide that massaged his inner walls. The golden length pulsed and throbbed around the cargo, the black spikes dragging against his sensitive flesh as the egg was pushed deeper, forcing his cervix to open with a dull, aching pop.
“Oh god—oh god, I can feel it moving,” Ze moaned, his head falling forward to rest against Regect’s invisible chest. His own belly was beginning to distend, the skin growing tight and warm as the first egg settled into his womb, followed swiftly by the pressure of the second. “They're so heavy... they're actually going inside...”
“Wh—what did you think was gonna happen. . ?” Regect managed to grunt out, his voice strained and breathless. He punctuated the taunt with a sharp, deliberate snap of his hips, driving the golden length upward. He didn't stop at just one, he thrusted up a few more times, each movement rough and calculated, using the thick tentacle to fuck the eggs deeper past Ze's cervix and into the waiting space of his womb.
The sensation was overwhelming—a deep, internal pressure that felt less like sex and more like a heavy, biological invasion. With every thrust, the eggs were jostled and packed tighter into Ze's body, settling into a snug, heavy weight that pulled at his insides. The golden tentacle acted as a piston, ensuring there was no escape for the bronze orbs, forcing Ze's body to yield and stretch around the foreign mass. Ze's belly continued to swell, rounding out visibly, pulling tight as the life inside him claimed its space.
Regect finally went still, his massive chest heaving as the frantic energy drained out of him. He lay sprawled across the mattress, his limbs going slack and a long, low groan rumbling from his invisible throat—a sound of pure, unadulterated relief. The golden tentacle gave a few weak, contented throbs inside Ze, ensuring the precious cargo was settled, he could practically feel the other’s eyes—wherever they were—glazing over with a satisfied exhaustion.
The room silent except for their ragged breathing. Ze looked wrecked, his pale skin glistening with a thick sheen of sweat that plastered his hair to his forehead. But the most prominent change was his belly. It was visibly distended now, pushing out as a smaller rounded curve. He looked heavier, slightly bloated with the clutch of bronze eggs shifting restlessly inside his womb, the heat radiating from his midsection intense and undeniable.
Ze shifted uncomfortably, the weight in his lap making even the slightest movement a monumental effort. He glared down at the dragon, though the effect was ruined by the flush still dusting his cheeks. “You owe me, big time. Like, life debt level owe me. I'm skipping chores for a month for this.”
“Deal,” Regect sighed, sounding far too relaxed for someone who had just turned his friend into a living incubator. He patted Ze’s swollen belly with a heavy hand, the motion making the eggs shift. “That was GREAT.” He let out a long, slow purr. Ze bent and let his head rest on one of Regect’s shoulders. Sighing heavily before shutting his eyes.