Not Quite Back to Normality
Ara ran her hand over the wall right next to the door for a moment or so before finding a switch. She turned it and several wall lamps lighted up. Then she closed the door behind her and looked around. The first thing she thought was that the right room was the locked one, because what she stepped into was more of a small library. The ceiling was low, definitively less than two and a half meters high, and the only things there aside from the lamps were a chair, a small writing desk, a drawer and several bookshelves which could never fit through the door. But then she noticed that the books were all completely white, and none of them had anything written on the side. Just like the one she always saw Oberon reading.
More than half of the shelves were empty, with all the books being in those closest to the wall to the left. The one between the last full bookshelf and the first empty one had only a few volumes inside. She walked to one of the filled shelves. Upon closer look, the books weren't exactly the same. They were all white and with nothing written on the outside, yes, but the size and amount of pages varied, albeith not that much. So she took one at random and opened it. On the first page was written what should by all means have been on the cover, such as the title and the author's name. Mostly the title though. There was also a date written by hand on the back of the cover. She skimmed through the pages. Apparently that was a manual about making perfumes. It probably had to do with the things they sold there. Here and there there were notes, and some parts were underlined. On the very last page was annotated another date.
"... who even sells books like this? You can't even tell what they're about without opening them" she wondered as she put it back in place.
She then pulled out another and flipped through the pages. That seemed to be more of a biology book, and she recognized the animal it was about. It was that sort of mixture between a bird and a lizard, the one that let out electricity. Her face grew flushed as the memories of that session came back to her mind. She closed the book immediatly.
"So... are these all related to his work here?" she wondered out loud as the tried another volume "... guess not" she answered herself. That book was simply narrative, a sort of epic fantasy. There were quite a few annotations and underlined parts there as well, which surprised her.
There were two dates annotated there too. Out of curiosity, she compared the days written at the beginning and at the end of several books. One of them even turned out to be a notebook full of hand-drawn sketches, and she wondered if Oberon had drawn them himself. That said, she confirmed that the volumes were all in order, from oldest to newest. She guessed he wrote down both the day he started reading a book and the day he finished it on them. Then she realized that he probably hadn't been reading just a single book since she arrived there. Or at least, that seemed unlikely, since she's been there for way over a month, and from what she saw it didn't take him that long to finish a book. It probably should have come to her mind sooner.
Her curiosity taking over her, she decided to check out the last books on the half empty shelf. The one he was reading at the moment was probably the very last one, but she didn't go for that one. She picked up another volume instead and opened it. It was a guide on how to tend to... flowers. Quite... unexpected, but also not really surprising at that point. She checked the dates, and confirmed that he had both started and finished that one after her arrival. She tried the next one. A book about chess. She chuckled a bit, mainly because she had actually red that one too. Then she picked up another one. And the title written on the first page sounded... familiar.
"In-depth analysis of the responses given to a wide array of stimulus by a restrained source... I... I think Oberon said something along these lines that time I asked him what he was reading"
She checked the first annotation. She was fairly sure that was just a few days before her session with the... plant, which sort of confirmed that was what he was reading at the time. She turned to the next page, and her face immediatly turned red.
"W-wha..."
Slowly, she turned page after page, with half of her mind wondering why she hadn't dropped the book already.
"D... do they even... sell these things... a-a-and, wait, he... he was reading... this... ?!"
The book was a manual about bondage, or at least that's how she'd have described it. The second page was a large picture of a bound woman, followed by an accurate description of the method used to restrain her, the safety measures, and even a description of the supposed reactions to several kind of... stimulations given while in that situation. After the description, which took up several pages, was another picture, followed by another detailed commentary on it, the scheme repeating itself over and over. And for one reason or another, that book too was full of hand-written annotations.
She slammed it shut halfway through it, so embarassed that her breath had became ragged. She could feel her heartbeat echoing in her ears, the room providing no sounds to cover it with. She realized that she had gotten a bit wet, which made her face grow even redder. To make things worse, the fact reminded her that she was wearing nothing beneath that hospital gown. Which meant no underwear either.
"C-calm down, breath, breath... calm... ok... that's it, relax... alright..." she told herself.
Yeah, there was nothing to worry about. She had found a bit of everything in those shelves, from gardening to high fantasy fiction to cooking books to chess tournament records to... well... that. He just liked to read a lot of different things. Right, just that. Nothing more, nothing less. She took another brief moment to further calm herself down, then grabbed the very last book in the shelf. The first thing she did was check the last page. There was no date written there, which meant he hadn't yet finished reading it. Well, assuming that she was right about what those dates meant, but she was fairly sure she wasn't mistaken about that. She turned around and headed to the door, but stopped a couple of steps before reaching it. Her gaze fell on the book. She grabbed the cover and almost moved it to the side, but then stopped. A minute or so went by, before she finally walked back to Oberon.
He was still sitting there. not like he could go that far with all those cables plugged in though. With her gaze fixed to the floor in an attempt to hide her still red cheeks, she handed him the book.
"T... this one, right?"
"... yes" he replied as he took it from her and quickly scrolled through the pages "Thanks"
Then, silence. Oberon was... sort of expecting a question, or maybe even more than one. What question exactly, he wasn't sure himself. Given how long it had taken her to come back, however, he was certain she had taken a look at some of those books. He wondered if he had actually sent her there hoping for that to happen. Ara, on her part, did want to ask him something, but she was scared of mentioning that one particular book. That would have been... embarassing.
"I... I'll go... somewhere... upstairs... now... I... think..." she eventually said.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to prepare your meals for the time being"
"Don't worry, I can cook something by myself. ... kind of"
Then she turned around and left, closing the door behind her.
... what am I doing? he wondered as he lied back down.
He looked for the page he had reached the last time, found it and began reading. The instructions written there were pleasantly detailed, though he really didn't think he'd ever put them to use. Then he remembered that he had nothing to write with.
As she had guessed, the ectagonal lobby was beneath the room filled with papers. Ara looked at the stairs going up, wondering if Eve was in her room. Rather than checking, she decided to head to her own instead. She really wanted to put on some actual clothes. As she walked, she noticed that the damage to the menagerie had all been repaired already. And that it truly was morning, or early in the afternoon at worst. She went upstairs and then to her room. As she opened the door, two things immediatly entered her vision. One was Obe, standing right next to the bed, still with Oberon's shirt on. ... thinking about it, she had left him in the bathroom. How did he end up there? Eve had probably moved him. The second one was a chastity belt.
"... oh, come on..." she groaned as she walked up to it and took it in her hands.
Sighing, Ara put it on, the cold metal feeling familiar on her skin. That was... sort of depressing, in a way. The fact that she wore it so readily, that is. Then she opened her wardrobe and took out her usual outfit, the mostly white and orange one with a large coat, a miniskirt and the pantyhose. She took her time putting all of that on, then told Obe to hide inside the wardrobe, maybe simply out of habit, before closing it. Then she headed to the kitchen and started cooking something. The results weren't that bad, at least for her. She sat down but, just as she was about to eat, Eve walked in, followed by Ferdinand carrying a considerable pile of papers. He placed them down on the table in front of his mistress as she took a seat then left.
"... hi... ?"
"So, how did it go?" Eve asked as she started reading the documents, writing down something on them from time to time.
"Do you mean with Oberon? Well, we... talked"
"Did you two sort things out?"
"I... guess? Maybe... probably... not..."
"... what exactly did you talk about?"
In response, Ara summarized their conversation to her, leaving out the part about the bondage book. Once she had finished, Eve rolled her eyes back.
"Are you joking? No, of course you aren't. Just... whatever" she almost sighed in response.
What she was so upset about, Ara wasn't sure.
"Anyway, I'll finish with Oberon tonight, then I'll leave. You two have really messed up my schedule"
"Sorry" she replied, lowering her gaze a bit.
The rest of the day went by... slowly. And uneventfully. Ara walked around a bit to see if the menagerie had really been fully repaired -it had- and after that she spent most of her time playing chess against herself. The sun set, and Ara made dinner. At first she was going to make enough just for herself, but then a sudden thought crossed her mind and she prepared for two instead. Then she wondered if what she had just done wasn't actually really stupid. Oberon didn't really need to eat, and while he could taste things, her food didn't really compare to the one he made himself. Throwing it away would have been a waste though, so she just ate her part and left the rest in the fridge, planning to eat it for breakfast the next day. Then she looked around to see if she could find Eve, but with no results. She avoided going down into the octagonal room though. So she simply went to sleep.
As usual, she woke up rather late. Getting off the bed took her a good fifteen minutes, and another thirty or so to go to the bathroom, wash herself, come back and get dressed. Then she headed downstairs. She found Oberon in the kitchen, making breakfast.
"Good morning, Ara"
"Ah, g-good morning... are you... alright?"
"Mostly. The mistress said some of my files are still altered, but since it's nothing that prevents me from working here she said she'd look further into it at a later date"
"She's left already?"
"Before sunrise"
Well, she did say she would.
"... say, weren't there some leftovers from yesterday?" she asked after not finding them where they were supposed to be.
"I ate them. I think you could use some more lessons"
"I'm perfectly aware of that" she said back, a faint hint of anger, or maybe simply annoyance, in her voice.
A brief silence while Ara took a seat.
"By any chance" he then asked "Did you... do you feel like working today?"
"Eh? Ah, no, I mean... right, I still owe Eve quite a lot of money, but... is it really a good idea? After what... happened..."
"There isn't much left for you to pay off" he replied "And we can space out your sessions to give you enough time to go back to normal to avoid another... incident. Your transformation didn't really get out of control until you got to seven or eight tails, right?"
"That... might work, yes..."
"So?"
"So... after... lunch?" she replied. On one hand, the thought of going back to that work didn't thrill her. On the other, she really was close to getting over her debt. And a part of her didn't really hate the job either. Her cheeks took on an ever so faint shade of red as the last thought crossed her mind.
"After lunch" Oberon repeated.
He had almost asked her if she had found the bottle with her own scent somewhere. It wasn't in his pocket when he woke up, and he didn't find it when he looked for it. He was... somewhat worried. Once Ara had finished eating, she went out and walked in circles around the menagerie for three or so hours, lost in her thoughts until Oberon called her back in for lunch. Maybe because the topic was brought up earlier, they had another culinary lesson. After the meal, they both headed to the elevator. The fact that everything had gone back to normal -as normal as that might have been- was sort of a relief. That said, Ara actually had an hard time looking Oberon in the eyes. That morning she asked him to unlock the belt and things... excalated was one thing, but she literally forced herself on him the last time, and memories of both events would occasionally flash in her mind when she looked at his face. Oberon was in a similar situation too, actually, and maybe exactly because of that, neither seemed to notice the other's uneasiness. Well, he was also better at hiding it than her, but still.
The elevator stopped. Or rather, it had stopped since quite a while, since they were headed to the second underground level and getting there didn't take long, but for one reason or another it took at least a couple of minutes for them to stepp out and head to the room with a three on its door. Aside from the usual table and chair, the antechamber was full of glass jars. Most were empty, but a few seemed to be filled with a transparent substance which vaguely reminded her of jam. Vaguely.
"So, uh... what do we have... there?" Ara asked as she vaguely pointed to the door.
"It's similar to a caterpillar. With several appendages"
"That... doesn't sound good"
Oberon then placed a key on the table and turned around. Maybe it was just her impression, but it seemed a bit odd that he had simply left it there rather than handing it to her. Anyway, she took it, unlocked the chastity belt and placed both on the table. The pantyhose made the process somewhat troublesome, but it also made her feel... not as breezy. And it wasn't the first time she did that either, actually, she was kind of used to it, which was a whole other kind of problem in a certain way. Then they headed into the dome. The environment there resembled a normal forest, except for one simple detail. There weren't many leaves, but the few that were there were huge. The smallest ones were around half as large as Ara, while the biggest one were almost twice her size. Because of that, it was hard to see anything.
She took a moment to look around anyway then, as Oberon began to walk forward, she followed him, neither of them saying anything. They kept going for quite a while, until they reached a surprisingly wide glade. Ara's soon-to-be partner was there, curled up against a tree. Upon seeing them it uncoiled itself, while Oberon moved to the opposite end of the clearing and sat down. The creature moved a bit closer to Ara while still remaining as close as possible to the trees, occasionally hiding behind the lower leaves. Though they weren't enough to cover its whole body. It was... way bigger than she had expected.
It was so wide she couldn't encircle it with her arms, and while she couldn't see its whole length, she felt like it was at least a dozen meters long. It also looked soft though. Chubby even. It was mostly green with a few colored stripes here and there, as well as a few black circles on its sides. Its eyes -it seemed that it had just two of them- were oddly large, around as much as Ara's whole head, but combined with its roundness they somehow made it look kind of cute. Or almost cute, at least. She wasn't sure it had a mouth, she couldn't really see one at least, and she also couldn't see any appendage on its body. She guessed they were on its abdomen, since that was the part of its body she could see less of at the moment. The creature kept approaching, but slowly. Too slowly, even. Ten minutes later, it still hadn't reached Ara, and by the way it kept hiding behind every other leaf it found on its path she guessed it wasn't simply because it was slow. Maybe it was scared? Well, it didn't really look like a predator, quite the contrary, but given the size difference, that much caution seemed a bit excessive to her.
Five more minutes, and Ara had gone from being somewhat nervous to being bored. After another five minutes -which felt like thirty- of excruciatingly slow approaching, the creature lifted its head above the ground, not by much but still enough for a tentacle to appear from underneath it. The caterpillar stopped as the appendage, around as large as her arms but way longer, carefully approached her. It poked her cheek once, twice, three times. It was as soft as it looked like, but also covered by a thin, transparent layer of something she really didn't want to call mucus. It was the same thing she saw in the jars, thinking about it. Upon seeing her lack of aggressive reactions, the creature approached faster, and upon getting close enough it raised the first part of its body, arching it in an s shape. Its now exposed abdomen was indeed covered in several appendages, a few of them being just like the one that poked her face, a couple being even larger but noticeably shorter, and most being around as thin as her thumbs and half as long as her arms. She took a step forward, but as she did so the creature moved back a bit. She noticed that its face had turned a bit... red.
... for real? It was shy?
... this is... surprisingly awkward... she thought.
Ara then stood still, which apparently encouraged the caterpillar to move closer again, until its head loomed over Ara while its body was at around half a meter from her. She looked up, and the creature slowly pushed its head against hers, before... rubbing itself against her cheek. That was sweet. It would have been much sweeter without the see-through jelly covering its body though, some of it sticking to her face. Then she heard it... smell her? She wasn't exactly sure since she couldn't really see nostrills anywhere on its body, but it sounded like it was smelling her. And then the two largest tentacles slowly reached for her waist, resting on the lower half of her back, and began to pull her in, though they put so little strength into it she felt like she could have simply stood still and they wouldn't even make her flinch. But since she knew what she was there for, she walked up to it instead. Stopping before coming into contact with the sea of smaller appendages though.
Or that was the plan, but then the caterpillar suddenly put more force into its pull. Taken by surprise, Ara found herself pushed against the soft but slimy belly of the creature. Its tentacles quickly wrapped around her arms, legs and chests, further pulling her in and holding her in place, but thankfully they left her head alone. Or rather, the caterpillar seemed to be aware that she needed to breathe and left the area around her mouth empty to not hinder her respiration. That was a relief.
Being that close and getting covered by it, she also noticed that the substance covering its body was stickier than she had first guessed. It also seemed to slide right underneath her clothes without dampening them at all, as if they were waterproof. And while the chubby flesh of the creature was warm, the goo wasn't, actually, it was sending chills down her spine. It wasn't freezing, far from it, but the difference in temperature was enough to give her goosebumps after being suddenly covered by it. Then, several of the smaller tentacles too began to wrap around her, to the point she couldn't even move her fingers anymore, while some began to slither underneath both her shirt and her skirt.
She was rather glad that she had kept her coat on, since it was large enough to completely cover her. Not like Oberon wouldn't know what was happening anyway, but the thought of him not seeing what was going on made the whole thing just a bit less embarassing.
The appendages then began to wrap around her breasts, firmly enveloping them, and soon after snuck underneath her bra as well, reaching her nipples. At the same time, several other tentacles were crawling inside her pantyhose, threatening to tear it at any moment. The jelly secreting from them kept sliding down along her legs, but since it seemed unable to permeate the nylon it began to slowly pile up on the bottom, around her feet. That was actually a surprisingly nice feeling, though her mind was quickly made to focus elsewhere as the jointless limbs moved over her privates, hitting her clit several times in the process. The sudden stimulation made her almost shriek, her face turning bright red as the creature kept coiling more and more tentacles around her body. That said, the stimulation she was getting seemed more accidental than anything, since neither her nipples nor her privates were really getting any more focus than the rest of her body, except for her head which was being left alone.
As mild as the pleasure was, however, it's not like she wasn't feeling it, and as minutes went by one after the other the sensation began to pile up, her limbs beginning to go numb at the same time. For a moment she worried that it was holding her too tightly, hindering the blood flow, but she really couldn't feel that much strength in its grasp, so it was probably something else. Maybe the jelly covering its body. And Oberon would have interneved anyway were things going wrong. The thought distracted her from the pleasure, if only for a brief while, and as her breath began to grow somewhat ragged she saw the creature move its head behind her back, staring at her from upside down.
She let out a surprised moan when a tentacle suddenly slid inside of her and started crawling around, though smooth as it was, moving softly and not really hitting any sensitive spot, it actually wasn't that much of a stimulus. The same was only half true for the other limbs that kept occasionally bumping against her clit, and to a degree the same went for her nipples. The pleasure kept piling up, but slowly enough to allow her to keep her breathing mostly regular, her teeth ready to dig into her lips at any moment. She bit herself just as another tentacle slid within her, pushing against her inner walls as it slithered forward, the pleasure expanding from within her as a warm wave, slowly reaching all the way to her toes and fingertips, her breath momentarily halted as she savored the feeling, the pain from her lips giving the whole thing that little something more she needed to reach her climax, the creature's hold being the main reason why her back was not even slightly arched. The pleasure then slowly vanished as her lungs started taking in air again.
The caterpillar, on its part, hadn't really stopped, and having just had an orgasm, tender as it was, Ara was still sensitive, which made it harder to keep her voice in check. Then she let out something halfway between a moan and a scream when something suddenly probed her rear. Thankfully it was just a single, small tentacle which went less than a finger's length inside, but still.
"W-w-wait, I'm not r-ready for that!" she nearly shouted.
And she was mostly right, since there hadn't really been any preparation for anal for that session and suddenly shoving something too large inside would have been a terrible, terrible idea. Luckily, the caterpillar didn't force its limb further inside, simply moving it around a bit instead, maybe because of the pressure it felt against its single appendage. As for Ara, while that feeling by itself wasn't too nice -nor bad, actually, it was a relatively weak stimulus- it somehow enhanced all the other feelings, making the pleasure grow stronger. Maybe she had started sweating, but since she was pretty much completely covered in the sticky jelly by that point it was hard to tell. With her temperature rising as the stimulations continued, that goo felt even colder than before, giving her a few goosebumps. She instinctively tried to grab her partner's body as her breath grew less and less regular. And by the sound of it, her pantyhose had just given up, a torn opening on the upper thigh and extending all the way to her entrance.
Then, suddenly, all the tentacles over, around and even inside her privates moved away, giving a sudden but brief burst of pleasure as they slid back. Right after, something large was placed against her now exposed skin, between her legs, something which vaguely felt like a mouth. She tried to look down, but in her current situation and position she couldn't really see anything below her breasts, her sight blocked by a combination of the caterpillar's body, its tentacles and herself. What she guessed was an open-ended tentacle placed itself right against her wet entrance, and apparently it had a few protuberances around its head since a few small tentacles wrapped around her waist and thighs to properly hold the bigger one in place. Then the large appendage opened, a bit like a mouth just as she had guessed, and from within another, smaller -but not too much- tentacle entered Ara, making her moan a bit. After that, however, nothing really happened for a short while.
It was only after a couple or so of minutes, however, that she felt something large moving within the tentacle, which also meant it was entering her. Her inner walls got slowly but firmly pushed open by the foreign object being pushed inside of her, sending both jolts of pleasure and a bit of pain to her brain. Whatever it was that was moving within the tentacle, it eventually reached its end, being expelled straight inside of Ara. The appendage then carefully pushed it in more, sending it just a bit deeper inside of her. For a moment she feared it would reach her cervix, but thankfully it stopped before getting that far. It felt... not quite solid, but not really liquid either. The caterpillar then pulled itself back, but didn't quite let go of Ara. The mild stimulation on her nipples and rear continued, though those alone were enough to keep her aroused but far from sufficent to get her off. In the meanwhile, the thing inside of her seemed to expand a bit, which actually worried her.
After a good twenty or so minutes of what could probably be considered an odd form of cuddling, the caterpillar released Ara and backed away a bit, just enough for it to rub its... cheeks? Against her face a couple of times. Not really sure about what to do, she tried to pat its head, and it seemed to like it. Then it slowly turned around and moved back to the spot he was in when they arrived and rolled over itself, leaving its head out to look at her. Ara fell down, her limbs still feeling numb. Getting back up was probably going to be rather hard.
"... that was... not too bad, I guess... ?"
Well, aside from the fact that she was covered in sticky, cold jelly. And she felt, well, full, though in a different way compared to the other sessions. It was like there was an actual object inside of her rather than some seed with a really odd consistency, something relatively large but not too heavy. It was... somewhere between unpleasant and painful, leaning more to the former, but for some weird reason it also felt vaguely nice. Vaguely. Oh, and her clothes were basically all intact, with only her pantyhose being torn, which was a plus.
"How are you feeling?" Oberon asked from behind her.
"Well... how do I say this..." she replied "... it's like I have a weight on my stomach. ... no, below that, and... it feels a bit... weird?"
After hearing that, he walked in front of her, got on his knees and unceremoniously placed an hand over the lower part of her belly. In response Ara simply stared at him, confused.
"This is quite rare, it laid an egg"
She froze.
"... w... wh... it did what?!"
"It laid an egg. Within you. It's strongly advisable to take it out as soon as possible. Can you push it out?" he asked.
He already knew the answer though. The egg slid in easily while the shell was still more liquid than solid, aided by the mucus acting as lubrificant and by the caterpillar's appendage made specifically to push the egg out, but after being laid the shell would expand a bit before hardening, but only after attaching to its surrounding like a glue. Worst case was that he'd need to perform a surgery to take it out, but as long as they acted within two or three hours to remove it there should be no need to resort to that.
"If I c-can p- o-of course I can't! And why would a male lay an egg?! Is that thing actually a female?!"
"The full explanation would be rather long but no, it's a male" he replied as he got back up "Can you stand?" he then asked.
"N... not quite..."
Oberon then helped her get on her feet, without mentioning the fact that her skirt got pushed up during the session leaving her privates almost completely exposed, and lent her his shoulder as they headed back. That felt odd, to say the least. It's not that Ara disliked that, actually, compared to the way he usually carried her in his arms whenever she couldn't walk by herself that sort of made her feel more at ease, but the sudden change confused her. She actually thought of a few possible reasons why he did that, but couldn't bring herself to ask. That, and walking while the lower end of her pantyhose was literally filled with jelly was rather awkward. When they reached the antechamber he helped her sit on the table, handed her a towel and, while she wiped some of the jelly off her skin -not that easy since it was all underneath her clothes and she had no intention of stripping- he opened a drawen hidden underneath the table, pulling a... thing out of it.
"... that's... what I think it is, isn't it?"
"Probably" he replied.
In his hand was a steel instrument similar to a pair of tweezers, though it had three arms instead of two and each ended with what seemed to be a sort of padded suction cup. There were also a couple of small cranks at the base of the tool. He turned one a few times, the arms closing in on each other as he did so. Then he walked back in front of her.
"You... you're not gonna... "
"We have to take it out, and this is the simplest way"
"Isn't there some... alternative?"
"There actually are, but they're not readily aviable at the moment"
"I... I see..."
"I have to ask you to..." he then began to say, Ara's cheeks growing redder with every word.
"R-right, I... I understand..." she replied as she slowly opened her legs.
That was beyond embarassing. And awkward. And uncomfortable. And probably stupid too. She had a giant caterpillar's egg inside of her, damn it. The mere thought was crazy, and the fact that it was a reality was absurd. Though now that she looked at Oberon, he seemed a bit uneasy too. Maybe it was just her impression though.
"You're still wet" he commented as he pressed the tips of the tweezers-like instrument against her entrance "That should help"
"P-please, keep that to yourself..." she replied, her cheeks even redder than before.
"... I apologize. ... I suggest lying down, it should make this easier" he added, his gaze being... somewhere, she wasn't sure where.
Ara did as asked, her back resting on the not overly comfortable table while her legs were mostly hanging in the air. She wasn't sure what to do with her arms. The cold steel then slid inside slowly but easily, sending chills up her spine.
"I... is this the first time... you do this?"
"Yes"
That's... both relieving and worrying...
Oberon then slid an hand underneath her shirt, placing it over her belly and moving it around a bit before finding exactly where the small bulge was. Having confirmed its position, he pushed the tweezers further inside, until he felt them bump against the egg. He then turned one of the cranks again, spreading the instrument's arms apart. Ara felt her inner walls being forcefully pushed apart again. What little pleasure that sent to her brain, however, was drowned in the sea of embarassment. After having adjusted the tweezers, Oberon pushed them forward again, albeith only a bit, enough for the suction cups to rest against the shell. He then turned the other crank a bit. One way or another, that made the cups latch to the egg.
"Are... are you sure you know how to do this?"
"Relax. If you tense your body up this will be harder"
Truth be told, he wasn't too calm himself, but he did his best not to show it. Which confused Ara. He looked as composed as ever, so why did she feel like he was a bit agitated? As for Oberon himself, he loathed the fact that he was getting used to not being as calm as he was supposed to be when near Ara.
"I'll start removing it now. It might hurt at first, but that shouldn't last long"
"O... ok" she replied as she closed her eyes, bracing herself for whatever was about to happen but also because she simply couldn't bear to look.
He then moved the tweezers back a bit, the suction cups trying to drag the egg along, but it seemed to be stuck. Ara felt her insides being pulled as Oberon gradually put more strength into it, but the shell wasn't budging. When he turned the instrument around a bit, both clockwise and counterclockwise, she closed her mouth to avoid making any sounds, but the feeling wasn't exactly pleasant. As more force was applied, it began to hurt, but the egg had barely moved.
"We're almost there. Get ready" he said.
After hearing that, Ara almost instinctively moved her hands to the edge of the table to hold on to it, not noticing that her limbs weren't really numb anymore. It hurt, and it was getting more intense, even overly so, until something snapped. The egg finally moved, but it was as if it had dragged something it shouldn't have with her. She let out half of a loud scream before forcefully shutting her own mouth, the sudden jolt of pain making all her muscles tense up. Her eyes began to tear up, her breath broken, but... the feeling began to vanish surprisingly quickly. Oberon had stopped moving, and the two of them stayed relatively still for a few minutes. He was right, the pain didn't last long, but the thought of having to go through that again scared her.
"The worst part is over" he said then, as if he could read her thoughts "From here on it will be much easier"
"I... I really hope so..."
Slowly, gently, he resumed the operation, pulling the tweezers out. Ara had braced herself for more pain, which is why the sudden moan coming from her lips took her completely by surprise as the egg scratched her insides in an oddly pleasant way. Her face became as flushed as it could possibly get upon realizing that it felt... good.
"W-wait!" she shouted, and Oberon did indeed stop.
"Is something wrong?"
"O-of course! What was... why did it..." she almost screamed, without managing to form an actual question. And while not looking at him. She was too embarassed to do that.
"The egg has detached from your flesh, now I just have to drag it out. Don't worry, it didn't injure you. The collar would have already sent a warning otherwise"
That's... not really what she meant. Well, what he said was reassuing, sure, but it wasn't the point.
"This won't take too long, try to bear with it"
She didn't really reply to that, instead getting ready for him to start again. And so he did, the shell scaping against her inner walls, sending jolts and shivers through her whole body, pleasure spreading through her. Ara held her mouth shut, absolutely refusing to let out any sort of sound, while doing her best to remain still, her back arching ever so slightly. Sure, she had expected that to be just painful and was sort of relieved that it turned out to be like that only at the beginning, but... the fact that it had turned pleasureable instead didn't just embarass her, it made her straight up uncomfortable. It's not like she'd rather have the pain, granted, especially because that hurt really badly, but not feeling anything at all would have been less awkward. ... did they have any sort of anesthetic there? It was too late to ask anyway. The egg, on its part, didn't seem to care about any of that, relentlessy scratching her from withing as Oberon slowly pulled it out. Her breathing grew more and more irregular. How long had it been since they started? It surely couldn't have been more than a ten or so minutes, but if felt like an hour.
To make things worse, the egg left an itching sensation in its wake, which made the pleasure stronger. And the feeling of Oberon's hand over her skin, following the egg as it was being dragged out, somehow made the whole thing feel even better. Or worse, depending on how she was looking at it. Sweat was running down along her skin, at least where she had already wiped the jelly away, the combination of the two making her skin glitter. Ara went from holding her mouth shut to biting her lips as the shell ran against her sweet spots, jolts running through her system. Oberon pushed her down a bit with his hand to make sure she wouldn't move around too much, which in turn furtherly enhanced the pleasure.
Then, suddenly, he began to twist the tweezers around again to ease the extraction, making her lose control over her voice, the sudden change in stimulation making her contract her muscles as a moan escaped her lips. She looked at the wall on the opposite side of the room to avoid any possible eye contact with Oberon, the sheer embarassment killing her. She felt hot, which in turn made the goo on her skin feel even colder. She was sweating, her skin glistering under the light. She managed to bring her voice back inside her throath, but her breathing was irreparably broken.
Oberon had stopped for a moment when her muscles contracted, but as they began to relax a bit he started pulling again, the uncomfortable pleasure once again assaulting her. She could feel that the egg was almost out and forced her teeth away from her lips. That made it harder to not let her voice out, but the thought of having an orgasm from something like that simply felt wrong. ... well, more wrong than all the other things which had made her have an orgasm in the past weeks at least. Oberon kept slowly pulling the foreign object out, until the pleasure surging through her body passed the line. Her body tensed up again, her back arching as warmness spreaded through her, her lips unable to stop a weak but long moan to escape, but the lack of pain made the feeling die out before it could reach its peak. It was a bit like a thirsty person getting to drink only a glass of water instead of a whole bottle. It didn't really feel bad, quite the opposite, but it also left her frustrated rather than satisfied.
And at long last, Ara felt the egg finally leaving her body. Her insides, however, were awkwardly tingly, and her spoiled orgasm only made it worse. In retrospection, not biting her lips might have been a really bad idea. The sound of the belt locking around her waist made her kind of regret that, but she tried not to think about it.
"We're done" Oberon said.
Upon hearing that the egg truly was no longer inside of her Ara relaxed, no longer trying to control her irregular, ragged breaths. Her face was as red as it could get.
"How do you feel?"
Still gaping
"Not... too... great..." she replied as she closed her legs and weakly used her coat to cover herself up a bit. Her gaze was still on the wall.
Oberon placed the egg... somewhere, she heard him opening what probably was a drawer or something like that but she wasn't looking, then went back to the table and placed down the instrument he had used. He took another few moments to make sure he was as calm as he was meant to be, her panting distracting him in the worst possible way he could think of, then looked at her. There was something off, he had already noticed during the session.
"Ara. Why are you completely normal?"
"... what do you mean?" she asked back.
"You didn't grow a single tail, and even your eyes and hair are still of their normal color. It seems... odd"
Now that he mentioned it, he was right, she still had no tails. Granted, it's not like she would just go and grow three or four in the blink of an eye, but the fact that there wasn't even one was weird. She raised her back, sitting on the table, took her hair in her hands and stared at it. Black. Perfectly black. It was true. She was completely normal. Which wasn't normal at all. In truth, her eyes did turn red during the... extraction, but Oberon never looked at her face during that and missed it. And even if he did try, her face was turned the other way for most of it so he most likely wouldn't have saw it anyway.
"I... I have no... " she began to say, but her voice died out when she looked at Oberon.
What she saw made no sense. She blinked several times, eventually even rubbing her eyes. But no. What she saw was still there.
"What's wrong?" he asked, as she was clearly shocked.
"You... you're... " she began to say, unable to properly put a sentence together.
Because there were shades of blue in his normally black hair, and the dark red of his eyes had turned into a vibrant azure.
This chapter might have turned out to be a bit too long.
Anyway, thank you for reading.