Harpy, slime girl, oviposition, egg laying, medical setting, tapered cock, slime cock, cervical breach, g-spot, overstimulation, lube/lubrication, womb stuffing, milf, service, reluctant to eager, doctor/patient, horse-cock
Sitting here, I feel a steady pressure in my womb. Rubbing my wing-arm across my stomach gently, my crop top and skirt making it easy to see the small bulge, I shudder.
This stupid egg got stuck. One of the most… dreadful things to happen to a harpy, and I get it! What are the odds?
‘...huh, I’ve never heard of it happening to snakes or other egg layers. Does it only happen to harpies? I call bull.’
“Faia, the doctor will see you now.” Hearing my name, I stand and head into the office. It’s a pretty clean room, the air smells clean without a trace of perfumes or pheromones, making me relax. The doctor is standing at a desk, a black slime woman with a milf body, wearing a labcoat that’s hopefully real and not made of slime. “Ah, hello miss Faia, I’m Au, and I’ll be your doctor for today.”
“A-ah, hello. Nice to meet you.” Suddenly I feel nervous, not expecting a slime to be so cordial.
Gesturing to the table to lay down, I nod and sit on it, biting back a moan as the egg is pinched in me. “So then, I hope the smell is to your liking, first off. I tried to remove any odor, but I lack the sensitivity your feathers bring.”
“O-oh, it’s great! O-or uh, I mean there’s no issues, it feels clean.” She nods and looks over my body.
“Something is stuck in you, it says here… a toy, or?”
“N-no! It’s an egg, I tried to lay one for that time of the year, b-but it got stuck in my womb.
Nodding, she marks it down before moving over to the table. “I see… I’ll need to talk to the receptionist to not doubt harpies so often, it could’ve been dangerous. Now then, we have two ways of doing this. Either you can attempt pushing it out once I get some lube up there, or I can extract it myself. It’s your choice.”
“U-um, the first option please?”
“Of course.” She grabs some long tube with a small rubber ball to squeeze, some lube injector I guess.
“So uh… dangerous?”
Gesturing for me to lay back with a hand, I do so, before she lifts the table. “Remove your pants and such please? And dangerous because… what if someone believed it to be a toy and tried forcing it out? It could break and become a dangerous sharp object in you.”
Shuddering in fear of the thought, I nod. “Y-yeah, that’s scary.”
“Mhm~ Now, hold still, and tell me if I enter the wrong tube in your cloaca. I’m confident, but some harpies have them reversed and have surprised me before.” Poking the tube against my slit, she slowly pushes the thinly tapered tip in. It’s no bigger than a pencil, but as I am now, everything makes me tighten up on this egg. Let alone, I’m hyper sensitive thanks to it, feeling every tiny amount of plastic she pushes up into me.
“I-it’s the right one~” Smiling, she’s very slow in her motion, slowly spreading me open with it, pressing past my g-spot and making me gasp with my talons spreading open in pleasure.
“There there, we’re almost there. Another few inches and I’ll reach your womb.” Letting out little caws of pleasure is all I can do as my petite body twitches and tightens on the tool. It’s smooth, with no real ridges and bumps, but I can feel the slight texture difference where measurements are printed on the side of the tube, making it all the worse. It’s like everything is all the more sensitive just because of it lacking detail. Like my body is trying to guess where something else will be, but nothing else is there.
Pressed against my cervix, I shudder and gasp as it pushes the egg back in, filling in the spot it just had and getting trapped in the rubber-like seal between the two parts. “There, in~ now I’ll fill your womb up with a generous amount of lube, and that should make it much easier to push out. It’ll be a bit cold, so just bear with me.”
I don’t get to respond before she squeezes the end, a spurt of cold thick gel pushing into my womb and making me openly moan. It makes me shiver and spasm, tightening up from the chill alone, squeezing and pushing the egg around with a varying lump in my stomach from my womb squeezing the egg.
“Alright, two more dear. Just take deep breaths~” Another pump fills me, and it’s got the egg rolling around and tumbling constantly from how slippery it is. It feels like I could just shove it out now, maybe. Then the last one fills me up, actually squirting a bit out of my womb as she pulls the tube out.
“There we go~ now, just gotta make sure the egg is nice and lubed up~” Placing a hand over the egg in my womb, I pause and stare at her face… before she rolls her hand over it, rolling the egg in my womb and making me spasm and twitch with constant moans mixed with caws. She smiles and after a moment of tormenting me with pleasure, she stops and lets go.
“Alright, now just push dear, and it should come right on out~” Looking up at her sexy body, the way the slime flows around to keep the shape, the black liquid making eyes that watch me that honestly might not even be real… I shudder and attempt, but don’t try very hard. I want the other option now.
‘Is it right? I don’t know. But she’s so hot, and my womb is so cold, and I need something inside of me, so I don’t care!’
Seeing nothing come out as I squeeze, it pressing against my cervix before I let up just as it’s about to escape past it, egg sinking back into my womb yet again, she nods. “Well, then onto option two. I can use any part of my body for the slime appendage to remove it, do you have a form you want it to take? Hand, hair, small blob, or so on?”
Eyes widening, I nod quickly. “C-cock!” Letting out a chirp in surprise at what I just did, I look away with my feathers fluffing up. “S-sorry, I m-meant, um-”
“It’s alright dear, I can do that. I’m a slime, it doesn’t mean to me what it might to you.” Looking down at her, she’s lifted her white coat, the slime forming into a very long tapered cock like a harpies. “Is this what you had in mind?”
Drooling a bit, my apprehension goes out the window. “M-maybe, um, you can make it thick enough to… stretch me out before the egg? Like like, make it as thick as the egg!”
With a sly smile, it changes to a small horse-cock shape. It’s the shape of one, but only as thick as my wrist instead of my torso, which she rubs against my slit and surprises me at the warm slime feeling like firm flesh against me. “This should be good then~ ready?”
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