Sophia
When we arrived back at the resort, the crew all headed for the pool, except Mari and I. We headed to the showers in our water houses.
After a nice long shower, I had a quick change of clothes, a simple tshirt and "shorts", and lay on the couch-bed.
Two minutes later, someone rang the doorbell. I headed to open it, and it was Nat, still wearing a headdress.
"Hiyo!" I greeted, "What brings you here?"
"Visiting," Nat replied, "Your place looks comfy. A couch bed! You sleep here?"
"With Dahlia," I replied, "We're best buds!"
"Ooooh!" Nat replied, "Can I snuggle in for now?" She headed towards the table opposite our couch bed, removed her headdress and stepped onto the bed. Then, she lay down beside me.
A little while later, Nat asked me for a favor, a weird but cool one. I'd let her tell about it.
Na'Dzrejia
Context: I was born with a rare genetic disorder among TQCs, such that my entire oviduct is working perfectly, but the hole is stiff. It won't expand or contract like the rest of the egg canal, and it's a literal pain in the ass to try and lay an egg. I can still spin webs and answer nature's call though.
Anyway, I am a talented MMA and weapons expert, and a natural mage or sorcerer, as expected of Firadellian leaders. So I use my magic to internally transport my eggs from me to a certain host's egg carrier / womb / the like, under two conditions: 1. They have enough space inside them, and 2. My butt's swollen enough to make it happen.
Anyway, again, so I asked Sophia if she could lay a few eggs for me. "Okay?" she replied, "My eggs."
"No, " I replied, "Mine."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?" Sophia asked. Damn, those eyes are wide when she asked that.
"Mhmm," I replied, smiling.
"Why?" she asked, "I need a valid reason."
"Well, uh, there's this thing about my butt that you should know," I sheepishly replied.
Immediately, she got up, headed towards the end of my rear, and poked around my oviduct hole. It didn't twitch nor pulsate. "Ooooh!" Sophia replied, "Well, let me go deeper..."
And with a little effort she---oh, my goodness! That feels grea---NYAAAAAH! *yelp* *moan* *grunt* She's *wheeze* poking her finger against my unlaid clutch of eggs. The friction! I---aaaargh! Sophia! Stop it! Wait! What are you doing---nnnnnhhhhhh!!!! The walls! Oh, they feel so good! I've never been this pleased for my entire life.
And it stopped. I could still feel her hand, but it was around the unnerving hole. Then, she took it out.
"Okay!" she exclaimed, "Butt.exe stopped working!"
"What now?" I asked.
"Your oviduct hole's not responding!" Sophia replied, "I learned that finger test from a friend, also your fluid tells me you need it now. I just had a few clutches out before we left this morning. Go ahead."
"Really?!" I asked, my heart skipping a beat.
Sophia nodded, smiling. "I got free room at the back if you want," she added, patting her rear end.
"Alright!" I exclaimed, "Hold on, Sophia. This will tingle a bit."
I placed my left hand onto her colorful rear, took a deep breath, and began to mutter a chant.
And I began to feel relieved. My butt felt lighter.
Sophia
I can feel my innermost wombs swelling up with her eggs! And it does feel kinda tingly. Nat's eyes, tattoos, and left hand were glowing as she muttered something in her language, possibly a spell. It only lasted a minute or two before it stopped.
"Done!" Nat exclaimed.
"How long do I keep them?" I asked.
"Two minutes!" Nat replied, "Then you can lay them like you produce your Argiopes."
"Coolio!" I exclaimed.
"Well, eye for eye, tooth for tooth," Nat replied, "I could do you a favor, if you like."
"Sure!" I exclaimed, "What's under the large poncho you're wearing?"
Nat lifted the front part of her large poncho, revealing her upper body. There was the connecting tissue, yes, then, a toned set of abs----a set of toned abs?!
"You have abs?" I asked.
"The perks of being a ninja / samurai / MMA fighter / black belter / weapons expert," Nat replied, winking.
Finally, above them were a pair of breasts of generous sizing. Not as large as mine, but still large. Like a grapefruit. Covering them is a black fabric.
Nat then lowered her poncho again. She heaved a sigh and exclaimed, "I envy your chest! You look like a doll, but I envy your chest! It bounces well!"
I placed a finger on her mouth and replied, "Nat, whatever you lack up front, you make up for down back. Work it, girl!"
