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Outside the single window of your hab, the local star slowly sinks behind the planet for the third time this cycle, as it will five more times before the day's activities are finished, with the speed your station travels at as it orbits. But you haven't noticed. The common beauty of a sunset, even as it tints the planet's atmosphere a soft orange, is lost on you. Your focus is elsewhere.

The hab is laid out in similar style to the many others that line the halls of your station, though the decoration differs between each. The whole space is only large enough to accommodate a bed at one side and a small sitting area at the other, a few compact but comfortable chairs arranged around a plush purple rug. A large automatic door sits at the other end, a cramped entrance to a private bathroom beside it along the adjoining wall. The bed is the prized location, though, with thick quilted coverings and soft pillows that certainly don't come standard. It normally stands clean and made, though today the blankets have been unceremoniously shoved aside and the sheets dragged and pulled every which way. In the center is the reason for the disturbance.

You partner sits hunched and huffing at the center of the destroyed bed, their dark softly scaled flanks rising and falling erratically as their hands dig into the sheets. Their long head hangs uncontrolled against their chest, tongues lolling out of both sides of their mouth, with sweat and drool dripping from them in equal quantities. They've been like this for hours. You sit beside them, a hand on one side of their broad back, soothing them.

You'd been together for years already when they brought up the idea of having children. Having met and fallen in love on the station, you were both familiar with the ins-and-outs of protocol when it came to forming a relationship or starting a family. It was often encouraged, as it helped the station to feel more like a community, a home, than a cold research vessel. Even given that positive outlook though, there were few couples who made the time to actually go through with the process, and even fewer that were interspecies.

Your partner came from a type of species that could be uncharitably called parasitic, though in the modern day with all its interconnectedness, it was rarely viewed that way. While they needed another member of their own species to fertilize their eggs, they lacked the necessary organs to support them through the entirety of their growth. The eggs could be laid in open air if necessary, but it tended to cause weak growth, so throughout their history, your partner's species had used hosts to allow their eggs to grow more strongly and consistently. Brought into the intergalactic community, this process of hosting had taken on deep and intimate meaning, often practiced between lovers while the primary fertilization partner could either be an additional party in a larger relationship or simply a quick reproductive transaction. In your relationship, it had been the latter.

When you had decided to start a family, at your partner's repeated insistence and your flattered gladness, you had reached out to an acquaintance from a few systems over who had provided the extra genetic material your partner needed. That had been months ago, and the eggs that rested in your partner's sac which normally would have gone unfertilized and been easily passed, had instead swelled and softened until their stomach had begun to distend, the scales there softening and spreading to accommodate.

You had taken immense pleasure in the changes to your partner's body, feeling the hard keratinous ridges along their belly grow pliable and vulnerable under your delicate, receptive human fingers. It had all been leading up to this. When they'd woken you early this morning, breath hitching in their throat, you'd both known it was time. You'd called off of work for the day and settled in to allow them to nest in your shared bed.

It started slow. A few times an hour, the soft scales along their belly, separated by fleshy tissue to allow for the growth, had quickly contracted and reformed the tight, unbroken line of their previous form as their sac squeezed inside them, forcing the eggs out of the holding space where they had been growing and into the laying pouch lower in their torso. As the day passed by however, and the time grew closer, the pains sped up, until they were occurring every 10 minutes, then every 5, then every 2. As it stood now, your partner was near-constantly wracked with shuddering ripples as the muscles in their torso forced the process along.

The sputtered suddenly as one particularly bad pain struck them, then went suddenly silent, their primary eyes going wide.

"I- I think that the second phase is starting!" They choked out. "I feel the first one... moving." They shut their eyes suddenly, and as your eyes darted back down to their abdomen, you could see the bulge of the first egg outlined against their taut, scaled belly as it moved outwards towards the laying pouch. It wasn't quite there yet, though. Once it was, you would have to move quickly and decisively.

"Is it time?" You ask. Your partner looks up, exhaustion and desperation dripping from their face. It crinkles with pain once again, and in their throes, they nod vigorously.

"I- It's time now. We have to- AH!" They almost double over and you see the first egg suddenly slide forward and into position. "Oh spirits! Quickly!" On cue, their body begins to push through the ancestral motions it has been designed for. As the first egg reaches the laying pouch, a long curling appendage starts to emerge from the minuscule slit along the bottom half of their abdomen. They shudder as the slick ovipositor unfurls into the open air of the room, too sensitive to be comfortably exposed to the chill of the outside.

You move quickly, sliding off your underwear and helping your partner to mount you. Their ovipositor finds purchase quickly, instincts taking over, and you reach a confident hand up to your partner's face, cupping what could be called their cheek in your palm reassuringly. They open their eyes, briefly breaking free of the powerful instincts driving them to make eye contact with you. Deep in their dark eyes, you find love and joy, blanketed with the pain and hunger of the current situation.

You shiver as the ovipositor slithers into you, reaching as deeply as it can. Your partner drops onto you, bucking their hips against yours in a primal effort to force it deeper. Once they can go no further, they stop, and hold for just a moment, completely still. You take it to admire the bulge of the first soft egg that sits plainly there, barely under their skin. Lost in the wonder of the moment, you're startled when your partner makes another move. Dropping down over you, hands digging into the sheets beside your head, they let out a loud, strained sound as another pain strikes them, different this time.

"It's- AH! It's time! I need to push! Spirits, I need to push now!" They cry out. You move your hand from their face down onto their stomach, tracing the bulge of the egg. They whimper and as another pain strikes, you see their whole body twist with effort. The soft egg begins to move down, disappearing for a moment as it enters their ovipositor, then reappearing as it travels painstakingly slow down the thin organ, deforming in its softness to more easily travel through its constricted length. Just before it reaches you, your partner stops, the pain lost and progress halted. You can see the stretch of their ovipositor around the egg, the way that the skin and flesh have to strain to allow it through, and you can hear the hissing, pained breaths of your partner as they try to stand the burning of it all.

Blessedly, another pain comes quickly, causing them to whimper, and then redouble their efforts. The egg begins to move again, traveling steadily down until it comes up against your entrance. On the sudden resistance, your partner lets out a moaning, alien chittering, a low growling, whimpering sound that speaks of desperation. You see the muscles in their lower regions tense further, and suddenly, the egg has forced its way through, stretching its way into your body. You take a sharp breath, feeling it as it squishes and slides slowly along the length of the ovipositor inside you, savoring the feeling of your first child entering you, finding a place inside you where it will continue to grow for months yet.

All at once, the egg reaches the end, sliding out of the tip of the ovipositor and expanding ever so slightly as it emerges from the slightly-too-thin space it has been traveling through. You feel it settle inside you, warm and soft and thumping ever so slightly with life. As it leaves the ovipositor, your partner lets out a harsh, held breath which turns into a series of ragged, monstrous huffs.

"It's- It's out," they say, as if you aren't completely and deliriously aware. The ovipositor shifts inside of you and a quiver of pleasure runs through your body, causing your muscles to tighten ever so slightly around the egg now inside you, reminding you that it is there. It thumps back approvingly and you feel another wave of sweet pleasure run through you, tickling you from your stomach outwards. Your partner smiles down at you through heavy breaths. You both sit like that for a moment before you hear your partner's breath grow faster and harder again, the pains returning.

The second egg slides out more easily than the first into the laying pouch, its path cleared by its slightly larger first sibling, though not without effort. With the ovipositor already inside, the process moves on quickly without allowing your partner even a hint of a break. As soon as the egg has entered the laying pouch, another pain takes them and they let out an anguished moan as their body begins the process of pushing without them. In the haze of effort, their tongues slowly drop out of their open mouth between their bared teeth, dripping saliva down onto the bed and onto you in the effort of pushing. You raise a hand to wipe it off of your cheek, then move it down to touch the egg gently as it moves slowly down the ovipositor.

"AH- OH! Spirits preserve me!" They let out a sharp cry as you make contact, pain and pleasure rolling through their body and causing the egg to suddenly speed up in its passage. The wave of feeling passing through them all at once causes their muscles to tighten and squeeze and all of the sudden, the third and final egg pops forward all at once.

"AH!!" The sudden pain and surprise cause your partner to rock forwards all at once in a horrible lurch, and their head lands between their hand, still clutched in the sheets, and your head, their wet slavering mouth just beside your ear. The perfect place for you to hear the wet and ragged breaths catching continuously in their throat. Unable to find the strength, they can't pick up their face from the bed and so leave it there, their whole body pressed against yours, allowing you to feel every muscle twitching, every forceful push and every shifting scale.

The jolt causes the second egg still trapped in their ovipositor to twitch forward, passing into your all at once without warning. You let out a breath that turns more into a moan as it escapes as you feel it slide out into you to join its sibling. The third is quickly approaching, though, having followed the first two down their long and arduous path. Your partner moans with pain in your ear as they push and you feel even their shoulders tense on top of you as they lose control of their muscles in the effort.

Slowly, for this egg is bigger than the others, they make progress. Halting, breathy progress. For each push, the egg moves a few inches further until inevitably, it stops as it reaches your entrance. As the contractions come, your partner tenses and moans, pushing as hard as they can trying to rid themself of the final egg, but it won't budge. In their pain, they open their eyes, a pleading look boring into you.

You reach down between your bodies and find the exposed, bulging ovipositor with your fingers. Carefully, you wrap the entirety of your hand around it's throbbing width drawing it slowly back and forth, and causing your partner's eyes to roll back in their head and their whole body to pulse and shudder. With the force of the orgasm you tease out slowly, the egg rushes along the remaining length, parting you. You come alongside them as the egg settles alongside the others, deep in your belly.

You can feel them there, all three of them, pattering, pulsing, throbbing. And as your partner's ovipositor begins to slowly retract, its job finished, you can't help but think about how it will feel when they have to come out again.

#YEAAAHHHHH THIS VIBE FOREVERRRRRRRR #birth kink

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