Farming Fun
It was kind of disturbing to see Dawn and Tara both visibly pregnant, but it was also weirdly compelling, in a way. Xander watched Dawn as she helped Whitney set the table for breakfast, eyes drawn to the partially conceal swell of her belly. She hadn't gotten dressed yet, and wore only her panties and her buttoned Xander-sized shirt.
Whitney was wearing a pair of denim booty shorts and a vest, today.
Xander's hands moved a whetstone along the edge of his axe, the simple task automatic and requiring almost no attention. He still had the jeans he arrived with, but he was naked from the waist up.
He glanced over at Tara, who was busy sewing Xander a new shirt from one of Whitney's old blankets. He was actually kind of getting used to going bare-chested, but he was definitely grateful anyway. The weirdest part of seeing Tara pregnant had to be that, unlike Dawn, it suited her. Tara was the gentlest, most nurturing person Xander had ever met, and she had the sort of soft curvy figure that somehow managed to lose none of its appeal to her swollen belly.
Xander shook his head a little, well aware of how ironic it was to think that kind of thing about an avowed lesbian. Tara, at least, hadn't lost any of her clothes yet.
"Soup's on, y'all," Dawn announced, imitating Whitney.
Whitney laughed and made a playful swat at Dawn. "Sit'own you."
Xander set down his axe and followed Tara to the table. They finished off their small bowls of soup fast, and once they'd eaten, Whitney dished up a few more servings into bowls with lids.
"Alrighty," Whitney declared, holding out the sealed containers. "Tara, be a dear and take this out to the barn, would you? It's for Marble."
Tara nodded and took the containers. "Of, of course."
"I reckon she overdid it yesterday," Whitney said, shaking her head. "I'll be a kittyboy's whore if her teats aint too sore for the machine. Poor dear's likely burstin' full. Do what y'can for her, y'hear?"
Xander felt a familiar pang at the adorable sexiness that was a blushing Tara. Her mind had probably gone to a similar place his had, to doing what she could to Marble's massive milky boobs.
"O-okay, I'll, sure," Tara agreed.
"You two," Whitney said, pointing at Xander and Dawn, "grab yer weapons and follow me. We'll do a quick round of the borders. Gotta make sure nothin' wandered onto mah fields in the night."
"That works," Xander commented.
Dawn hurried off to change into her borrowed overalls, and came back carrying her bow with a quiver of arrows on her back. Xander hefted his axe and gave it a spin. Whitney smirked at him, set her scythe on her shoulder, and headed out.
Making her way into the barn, Tara absently cradled her swollen belly and once again felt out the coalescing of magics within. The symbolic nature of her womb as a cradle of creation seemed to attract something that pervaded this hell dimension. It was almost an ambient will, a carnal eagerness for pleasure and breeding, and the Ovilixer had apparently served as a focus to guide it into manifesting without a target, allowing it to germinate in its most basic forms.
For a moment, Tara allowed herself to miss Willow dearly. Her former love would have been able to deduce several avenues of experimentation just from that clue. Tara only had a vague notion about memorizing the feel of each egg color, and then... something.
With a little sigh, Tara found herself at the door to Marble's room at the back of the barn. She gave the wood a timid knock.
"Huh? Oh, come in!" a friendly, earthy female voice called from inside.
Tara winced softly. Her instincts from years as a scooby protested the verbal invitation. She took a steadying breath and let herself in.
For a converted milking stall, it turned out to be a rather pleasant little room, with shelves on the walls, a small table and chair set in the corner, and a dresser next to the bed. The bed dominated the room, big and soft and cozy-looking, just like the room's half-naked owner.
"Oh, you must be Xander's friend," Marble greeted pleasantly.
Tara tried not to ogle her too obviously. "Uhhuh, I'm Tara."
The bare-breasted cow-legged woman got up from the bed, and Tara felt her mouth go dry. Marble loomed over her in the small room. She must have been over six feet, like Xander said, and she wore only a short plain skirt, so Tara was treated to a pair of spectacularly lush, completely exposed breasts filling her field of vision.
Tara couldn't have torn her eyes away even if she wanted to. Gulp.
Marble's mountainous flesh pillows did look rather sore, though. Her nipples were wet and puffy, with big red circles imprinted in the skin around them.
"Tara. I like that," Marble said warmly. "Call me Marble. Everyone does."
Tara finally dragged her eyes up to Marble's face with a sheepish smile. She held up the sealed bowls. "Are, are you hungry? Whitney made soup."
"Ooh, yes, thank you," Marble said, taking the bowls and swaying over to her little table.
Tara fidgeted nervously as Marble settled into a chair. "I, um, Whitney said you might, your b-breasts look sore, she said I should... help? I'm, I'm not sure how, though."
Marble mmm'd as she tasted the soup, before giving Tara an embarrassed smile. "I spent all day yesterday milking myself, but I fell asleep and accidentally spent the night connected to the milking machine as well." She gestured at her abused nipples. "I fill up faster than I heal. It would be nice to relieve some pressure with a gentler touch than the milker." She gave Tara a leading, hopeful look.
Tara's eyes flew wide at the implication in that look, locking on Marble's lush chest and wet, puffy nipples. A flush of excitement, a shiver of longing, crept over her and set her heart to thudding. Tara wanted to touch her, to feel those massive things mold to her touch.
"Uh, um," Tara said, fighting through the flareup of her stutter. "I c-could m-m-massage, them, for y-you. I p-promise I'll be gentle."
Marble smiled, and beckoned. "You'd never be anything but gentle, I can tell. Come here and give my teats a good rub, okay?"
Nodding, with a small shy smile, Tara moved forward and crawled up onto the bed. Blushing at her own boldness, Tara settled herself on her knees behind Marble, and reached up under the larger woman's arms.
Marble's breasts felt even more gargantuan in Tara's hands than they looked. The lush softness filled her hands and spilled around her fingers, erasing the distinction between palming and grasping. As Tara's lightly questing fingers brushed over a nipple, Marble sucked in a sharp breath between her teeth. Tara eased back and caressed half circles just beneath Marble's puffy areola.
"Does it, does it hurt?" Tara asked softly, hoping the answer was no so she wouldn't have too feel bad about how much the idea turned her on. "W-when the m-machine m-milks you?"
"Oh, not at all," Marble assured her, as she placed a small bowl in her lap. "Nothing is more wonderful than having my breasts suckled. If I'm not sore, even the milker feels so good that, well..."
Tara gulped, almost unconsciously adjusting her hands to squeeze and pull around the outsides of Marble's nipples. Marble's milk sprayed and then dribbled, leaking out onto Tara's hands even as Tara felt her panties soak through with her own arousal. With a shaky breath, Tara tried to ignore the needy heat between her legs and focus on massaging the milk out of Marble's massive boobs.
"Muuh," Marble sighed happily. "You're a dear, Tara. Is it true you and your friends came from the other side of the hellmouth?"
Focused as she was on the luscious milkbags spilling over her hands, it took Tara a moment ot two to register the question. "Oh, um, yes. We d-did."
"What's it... oooooh, you're quite good at this..." Marble giggled softly, breathy, as yet more milk sprayed out and dripped down over Tara's hands. "What's it like, on the other side? Can you tell me?"
"Um," Tara said, struggling to put words together when the majority of her attention was consumed by the feel of Marble's dribbling breasts squishing between her fingers. "Its, the, um, most p-people who aren't magic-users don't like it if you t-talk about magic at all. A l-lot of people think it isn't even r-real, which c-can be really lonely, if you're a w-witch." Squeeze. Dribble. Resist embarrassing urge to nuzzle. Resist insane urge to dry hump Marble's spine. "Um, th-things are very structured. Roads are all the same? Mostly. Everything is systems built on older systems - all that in-infrastructure doesn't really account for magic, though. Maybe that's w-why everyone's supposed to act like it doesn't ex-exist."
"That sounds kind of overwhelming," Marble offered. "I'm glad you have your friends. It's lovely how you three care for each other."
Tara ducked her head with a little smile, breathing in the scent of Marble's skin but not daring to actually touch her face to Marble's shoulder. "Yeah."
They lapsed into silence. Tara remained absorbed in carefully milking Marble's heavy tits and in resisting the throbbing need between her legs. Milk sprayed and dripped.
The sky had shaded from red to the softer pink of daylight, and a refreshing breeze blew in off the lake. The planted fields on Whitney's land were divided up into various patches of grains and gardens of vegetables. The whole farm was tiny by modern standards, but it certainly felt big enough when the only way to get anywhere was to walk.
Whitney went first, with Xander and Dawn following behind. With the dog-eared farm girl striding ahead of them, Xander could not stop himself from enjoying the view of Whitney's tight rounded butt, flexing in those tiny shorts of hers. The frayed edges rode high, exposing a small crescent of tanned hemisphere at the bottom of her fit rear end.
But he did mostly manage to keep his eyes pointed outwards, scanning their surroundings. Dawn caught him ogling a few times, but when she did, he caught her following his gaze, and she seemed contemplative.
Whitney led them downward along the outer fence, traversing plots of tilled earth that sloped towards the lake, then turned, walking along the grassy edge that overlooked the lakeshore.
Xander's eye caught a flicker of movement at the edge of a pepper patch. "Hey, over there. Did you see it?"
Dawn pulled an arrow out of her quiver. "What is it?"
Whitney glanced back to see where Xander was pointing, and peered in the indicated direction. There was a flash of reflective blue.
"Good eye there, Xander," Whitney praised him. "C'mon."
"Is, is it dangerous?" Dawn asked, nocking her arrow and holding her bow at the ready.
"Nah, nothin' all that fearsome ever venture's this close t'the lake," Whitney said as she jogged around the pepper patch.
The intruder revealed itself to be nothing more than a puddle of water on the ground. Xander blinked. At a second glance, it was a very suspicious puddle. It was rolling slowly uphill, and the sky was pink, so the sparkling crystalline blue color couldn't possibly be a reflection.
Xander caught up with Whitney and looked to her in question. "Is it just me or is that not a puddle?"
Whitney just chuckled and waved Xander on to get a closer look.
There was something in the blue puddle, pulsing with crimson light, like a glowing red marble the size of a fist. Since their local expert didn't seem to think it was dangerous, Xander leaned in for a closer look.
A pair of pursed lips formed from the blue liquid itself, instantly followed by a face and head that proceed to launch itself up towards his own face.
Xander yelped and leaped back, bringing his axe up into guard position.
More of the goo creature's blue liquid mass flowed up behind its head. It rapidly sculpted itself into feminine features, resolving into the face of a young, pretty girl and the naked body of a big-breasted, wide-hipped sexpot. She wibbled as she moved, tilting her head at them with an expression of guileless curiosity.
"Should I shoot her?" Dawn asked uncertainly.
Xander kept his guard up, until a hand gently pushed his axe down.
"Easy there, studmuffin," Whitney drawled. "She's just trying to kiss ya. This's a goo girl, you two. They're mimics, so ya don't wanna be givin'em ideas."
Xander saw that the goo girl was staring at his axe, and realized Whitney was right. A haft was already forming in the creature's gooey blue hand, and the blades were quick to follow. Oops.
Whitney planted the end of her scythe in soil and darted between Xander and the goo girl. Then, to Xander's complete surprise, the dog-eared farm girl popped her vest open and flung it off her shoulders, leaving her upper body nude and her freckled breasts free.
Whitney glanced over her shoulder and chuckled at the look on his face. "Some monsters ya handle with violence. Some ya don't. Oy! Goo brains!"
To his surprise, it worked. The goo girl's attention shifted to Whitney's boobs, and the wibbling axe dripped away to nothing. Her crystalline goo hands went splat against her own transparent, oversized breasts, squeezing and fondling herself just like Whitney was doing.
It seemed like the goo girl actually felt pleasure from touching herself like that. After a few moments, the goo girl's face morphed into an expression of eager joy, and she launched herself at Whitney like she was trying to glomp her.
"O'ley!" Whitney chirped, deftly sliding out of the way at the last second.
The goo girl fell through the space Whitney vacated and splatted on the ground. She reformed, laying there, with the most heartbreakingly innocent, sad expression on her face. Xander almost felt bad for her.
With a slight hesitation, as she glanced over at Xander and Dawn, blushing faintly, Whitney unsnapped her booty shorts and wiggled them down over her hips and butt. Rather than turn around to face the goo girl, she stayed bent over and curled down to look back between her own legs.
Then she started to sway, undulating, shaking and thrusting her naked rear end at the goo girl, who formed up in a similar pose for a moment before blobbing up and launching herself at Whitney again.
"Guh," Xander commented intelligently.
Whitney danced out of the way, and the goo girl went splat on the ground again. 'Danced' was exactly the word, Xander thought, as Whitney continued to provoke the goo girl with lewd displays bordering on outright masturbation. What the nude farm girl was doing wouldn't have looked out of place on a stage with a pole. Or in the opening scene of a porn movie.
It was very effective. The goo girl seemed to be getting more and more frantic in her efforts to grab onto Whitney and presumably have her way with the farm girl.
Xander squirmed, trying to relieve the increasingly uncomfortable tightness of his jeans. He glanced at Dawn. She wasn't looking at him. She was watching Whitney's display, riveted, and flushed.
Eventually, the goo girl collapsed into a puddle, with only her upper body retaining its form, and she just stared up at Whitney with the most piteous expression on the crystalline blue slime of her face. The goo girl's liquid flesh literally quivered, rippling and squirming as her hands melted into her breasts.
Whitney straightened up and swept her blonde hair back into place with her hand. "Now, y'see? She'll be nice'n cooperative."
"Uh, bravo?" Xander offered, wondering if applause would be appropriate.
Beside him, Dawn nodded, wide-eyed. "Wow."
A blush spread across Whitney's face. "Heh, aint nothin' to it." She took a step towards the slumped goo girl, then hesitated, her blush darkening. "Eh, I don't suppose you two'd let me have a bit'a privacy?"
"Huh? What for?" Dawn asked.
A shiny wetness glistened on Whitney's inner thighs. "Well ah, y'know, wasn't figuring y'all for voyeurs."
The goo girl reformed one of her hands, behind Whitney, and reached for her bare freckled butt. Whitney smacked the gooey hand away without looking. The goo girl wiggled piteously, hips and pelvis forming out of her mass as she bucked up and her reformed hand dove between her goopy thighs.
"Oh," Dawn squeaked. "Right, uh."
Thinking about what an obviously aroused Whitney probably wanted to do with the mindlessly masturbating and overly affectionate goo girl did not improve Xander's trouser situation. "Yeah, uh, we'll just, be over here?"
Whitney grinned at them in sheepish gratitude as they jogged off a short distance, with Xander wincing the entire way. A cry of pleasure made him glance behind him, and he could still make out the form of Whitney's body, buried to the waist in blue goo with her legs sticking out the sides.
Xander had to stop and bend over a little to relieve the pressure on his cock. Dawn stopped with him, and he was just about to try to figure out how to ask her if she'd mind him freeing little Xander from its denim torture chamber, when she went to her knees in front of him and yanked his snap open.
His zipper came down, his boxers followed, and his aching erection sprang out. Dawn instantly took him in her mouth and started bobbing her head, making hungry little panting noises.
"Nnnng, Dawn, oh gods, I love you," Xander moaned.
Dawn grinned up at him, her lips stretched around his thick man meat, and went on eagerly sucking him off.
"This is very nice," Marble said softly. "Not as good as being suckled, but nice."
Tara's heart leaped into her throat and started thundering. Her hands stilled on Marble's hefty mammaries. "Um, I, if you w-want. If you want, I'll, you can n-nurse me?"
"That sounds wonderful!" Marble agreed cheerfully. She moved the bowl of her milk aside and placed her hands over Tara's for a moment. "I love giving milk to living things. Nothing compares to how it makes me feel when someone drinks from my breasts. Please, have as much as you like."
Trembling in anticipation, Tara knee walked around Marble's side. She hesitated, not sure how to position herself, but Marble solved that for her by pulling Tara over her lap. Tara squeaked as she found herself seated across Marble's plush thighs. At once, she was glad her fully intact pants concealed how wet she was, and she hated the layer of sturdy fabric separating her bottom from Marble's warm, inviting skin.
Marble's massive lactating chest pillows were right there in front of Tara in all their puffy glory, though. Tara's hand shook as she lifted one and leaned in to suck from Marble's nipple.
"Mmmn," Tara moaned helplessly as her face sank into yielding flesh, and her lips and tongue molded around the oversized milk-nub.
Tara closed her lips and sucked, provoking a soft sigh from Marble. A delicious, warm fluid rushed into and filled her mouth with the flavor of peace and safety and love. Tara eagerly gulped it down, and it soothed a line of liquid comfort all the way down to her egg-swollen belly.
After a few eternal minutes that passed in a seeming instant, Marble gently pushed Tara off, breaking the seal of Tara's lips around her nipple with a pop and a light scattering of saliva. Tara gasped, almost panting as she basked in the wondrous satiation of a thirst she barely understood.
"Thank you, sweetie," Marble murmured warmly. "Could you put your mouth on my other teat, too?"
Nodding wordlessly, Tara went to do just that. The angle was awkward, but the urgent craving for more milk made her bold. She lifted up, bracing herself on Marble's shoulders, and swung her leg around, straddling Marble front to front.
Tara latched onto the other dribbling nipple in front of her and barely even thought about the jolt of sexual pleasure she got from the pressure the new position put on her crotch.
The note of dissonance abruptly bloomed across Tara's mind, and she heard herself make a noise of distressed confusion.
"There there, easy," Marble murmured to her. "It's okay. You can have as much as you want."
Tara shuddered, abruptly aware that the pleasure she was feeling at drinking Marble's milk wasn't a sexual thrill. At first, it had been. But then the milk itself had distracted her from how aroused she was, which proved that what she was feeling was something much more unusual than lust.
It just tasted so good, and it felt so amazing to have it flowing into her stomach. It took her much longer than it should have to focus her aura sight on the fluid she was imbling.
And then she saw: a creeping, oozing darkness, spreading its tendrils into her mind. It was a subtle, gentle evil, and that's how she'd missed it, but now that she could see what it was, and what it was trying to do...
With a gasp, Tara popped off of Marble's other nipple and shivered. All that milk, all that, so much was already in her stomach, absorbing itself into her. She could almost feel it now, creeping into her brain to steal her will.
Marble looked at her with surprise and concern. Did she know? Could she be so kind and gentle while spreading this curse on purpose? Tara shook her head, feeling her guts roil and rebel.
Tara suddenly clapped a hand over her mouth, squeaking in alarm, and threw herself off the bed. Tara collapsed to the floor, and threw up into the hay.
"Marble's not s-speaking to me right now," Tara admitted miserably, once the displaced scoobies met up for lunch and Whitney wanted to know why Marble had never come out of the barn. "I s-swear I didn't m-mean to make her c-cry!"
Tara squirmed in her seat, not meeting anyone's eyes. Yes, Marble's milk was an addictive mind control drug, but Tara genuinely believed that it wasn't Marble's fault that it was, or that she had a compulsion to nurse others. The milk wasn't even that powerful. Tara would've been fine if she simply hadn't gone back for more. She felt completely terrible about simply losing control and vomiting it up right in front of the kindly cow-morph.
And it really didn't help that, no matter how bad she felt, the throbbing ache in her loins refused to abate. She hadn't really understood how insidious that feature of this hell dimension was, until now. The last thing she wanted to do right now was go off and masturbate, but it was getting hard to think about anything else.
Dawn hugged her, big black cat-ears perked, and Tara tried not to acknowledge the pseudo-incestuous shiver of desire she felt for Dawn's nubile body.
"Hush now, it was all a misunderstandin'," Whitney said. "I suppose ah ought've warned ya, but Marble don't even know how to use her milkslave powers."
"Still! A warning would've been of the good," Xander said. "Milkslave powers are not the best fun surprise."
"Yeah, well, it prob'ly ain't a fun surprise for Marble either," Whitney admitted, subdued.
Tara looked up. "She... r-really didn't know?"
"Yuhuh," Whitney sighed, "but that's mah fault. Ah never had the heart to tell her."
Xander shook his head, and smiled a little at Tara. "Hey. I know you. If there's a speck of malice in you I'll eat Buffy's shoe closet. If Marble spent more than five seconds with you, she knows it too. And I know you wanted her boobs way before you tasted her milk, because holy bazooms. I kinda still wanna give you a high five!"
Tara giggled wetly, and Dawn gave her a squeeze even as she rolled her eyes at both of them.
"I'm... p-pretty sure Marble would've l-let, a-anyone... um, nurse from her," Tara said. "But..."
"Yeah," Xander said, and Tara knew they were both thinking about Willow. "The 'but'. Just say no, kids."
"Well, y'all can set the table," Whitney instructed. "I'm gonna see to Marble and - "
"Eeek!" Dawn suddenly exclaimed, interrupting Whitney as her hands flew to her swollen belly.
Xander jumped up. "Dawnie?"
Eyes wide, Dawn bent at the waist and moaned as her legs started shaking. "It's, I think the eggs are coming."
"Oh! Crap. What do you need? Are you okay?" Xander babbled, rushing to support her.
Dawn lurched again, letting out a breathy squeak as she almost fell to her knees. "Yeah. It feels, it feels good. Really good. Aaaah! Help me get this off!"
Whitney and Tara both stood back and watched as Dawn stripped her borrowed overalls off with frantic urgency. She was naked underneath, and Tara's core twitched at the sight. Dawn's pussy was flushed and swollen and gushing wet.
"Oy! Hold it for just a moment here, Dawn," Whitney exclaimed, dashing out of the room.
Dawn went to her knees, moaning. Xander helped her down and steadied her, holding her when she clung to his bare torso. Her thighs were shaking violently.
Whitney came racing back into the room with a towel, which she unfurled and snapped out, setting it down flat. Xander lifted Dawn and set her back down on the towel.
Dawn sagged in relief, then stiffened. The lips of her sex bulged, and something white and glistening wet began to peak out. A second latter it popped through her vaginal opening with a rush of clear fluid and bounced on the towel. Dawn shuddered and squeaked. Her hips jerked up and writhed, like she was cumming.
It was spectacularly, unavoidably, unexpectedly erotic.
Tara had known she was a boob girl, and a lactation kink wasn't much of a leap. This one caught her off guard.
Dawn's hand flew down and she started mindlessly rubbing her clit as the next egg crowned. This one was pink, and Dawn squealed in pleasure again when it popped out and landed on the towel.
A powerful, arousing lurch struck Tara's guts. Her own eggs were coming, and she didn't know if she'd rather leave the room for some privacy, or stay and watch Dawn until she started birthing too. She couldn't tear herself away at first, and then her guts lurched again even harder, and she realized she didn't have any more time. She was so turned on already, the sensation almost made her cum.
"Um," Tara gasped as she struggled to unbutton her pants with trembling hands. "Uhhh!"
Dawn's swollen, spasming vagina squeezed another egg out, this one speckled brown. Her stomach shrunk, and then shrunk again as Tara watched.
Something shifted inside her, and Tara tried to fight the orgasm, to push it down and delay it until she finished undressing, but it came on anyway, bursting through her control. With a whimper of pleasure, she fell to her knees with her pants still around her thighs.
"Uuuh! Uuuuh!" Her vagina spasmed and released a rush of clear slime into her panties and all over her pants. Looking down over her swollen belly.
Whitney was the first to notice. "Tara? Oh! Dangnamit!"
Tara felt the first egg shift and press against the exit to her womb. As promised, the magic didn't let it hurt, squeezing the egg through her cervix with a bolt of ecstatic pleasure and thrusting it between her walls. Her twitching sex squeezed the egg out into her ruined panties, where it made an obscene bulge in the cotton.
With shaking hands, Tara pulled the crotch of her panties aside and let the egg fall into her pants. It was purple.
Tara tried to knee-walk onto the towel with Dawn. She wouldn't have managed it, but Whitney rushed over and helped. Dawn was clinging to Xander, but when Tara bumped into her, Dawn shifted to clutch her as well.
A naked Dawn was holding her while she orgasmed. Tara's mind did not know how to process that, or rather, it failed to find a way to process it that didn't reinforce Tara's growing awareness of Dawn's nubile sexiness.
Egg after egg slid exquisitely down the length of her vagina as she clung to Dawn's nude, trembling body, until finally the last egg popped out and it was over.
Tara shivered. The whole ordeal had been deeply pleasurable and disturbingly exciting.
"I, ruined, my pants," Tara sighed, once she caught her breath.
Dawn leaned into her and snuggled her a little. "Can't you fix it, like, with a spell?"
Tara shook her head. "I haven't made the sorts of bargain, for that kind of casual-use power."
"Oh," Dawn said. "Sorry."
Tara gave her a reassuring squeeze and resisted the insane urge to start caressing her. Dawn's skin was warm and inviting and there was so much of Dawn's lean, fit body right where her hands could touch and feel it, if she let herself. With their wombs empty, Dawn and Tara's abdominal areas had returned to normal, taut and toned for Dawn, squishy but still mostly flat for Tara.
"It's o-okay," Tara said. "I sh-should've known. And it, it's kind of fair."
Dawn glanced down at her own nakedness, then at Xander's bare chest, and giggled. "Uh, welcome to the club?"
Tara smiled, awash in good humor and post-orgasmic mellowness. In theory, Tara had no problem with nudity. Her mother had taught her the importance of feeling comfortable while skyclad, and Tara believed in the idea that when she was safe, with safe people, there wasn't any need to hide her body. It wasn't usually that easy in real life, but Dawn and Xander counted as safe people if anyone did.
"Looks like y'all got quite a haul," Whitney spoke up. "Don't ya forget to clean up, y'hear. I'll be back in a bit."
"Yeah, sure thing, Whitney," Xander promised.
Dawn released Tara and moved back, revealing her clutch. Tara carefully sat herself down and pulled her soiled pants the rest of the way off, carefully pouring her own clutch out next to Dawn.
Dawn stared at the pile of eggs and went utterly still. It took a moment for Tara to realize what the problem was.
Only one of the eggs was green.
"It, it should be enough, to make sure you don't get pregnant," Tara told Dawn.
Dawn met her eyes with a guilty look. "But what about you?"
Tara blushed, and pointed. "There are three purple eggs."
"What do the purple ones do?" Dawn asked.
"Actually, do you have the list?" Xander asked. "We should go over all of them and see if any of the other colors are useful."
Tara went and dug the list out of a slightly damp pocket. "Okay, um, in order: The blue eggs remove... femaleness of the body. The pink eggs remove maleness. Black eggs remove body hair and skin imperfections - "
Dawn perked up. "Ooh!"
" - but white eggs, well, it just says it sexualizes nipples, um. Brown eggs are for enhanced a-anal sex... and it, um, makes butts more, buttlike." Tara smiled awkwardly. "And you know green eggs reduce fertility. The purple eggs, um, make pregnancies much faster, and safer, and make giving birth pl-pleasurable for anything."
Xander raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that, like, the opposite of what we're going for?"
Tara squirmed a little. "Kind of? I, I think it's the, p-pragmatic thing to do, though. The, the ambient will of this dimension is embodied in these eggs. I don't, understand it that well, yet, but I can look at these, and get a sense of, of it. Purple and green are counterparts. They, they're both for the same thing: making pregnancy less of a problem."
"And the purple eggs do that by making you get super extra pregnant," Dawn replied doubtfully.
Tara blushed. "It's... it's not the worst solution. And, and if we find another Ovilixer, I can, have another clutch in, in hours instead of days."
"Hours? Can you even do that, without, like, dying?" Dawn asked.
"Oh, yes," Tara said. "The, this magic, it provides for itself. That part I'm sure of. Like, when you grew your ears, Dawn. Your body didn't need to provide the nourishment or the mass for them. It's the same with the purple eggs. If I eat all three, anything I, g-gestate, won't need hardly any nourishment from m-my body."
"Oh," Dawn said, and plopped down on her bare butt with her legs on either side of the egg pile. "But, uh..."
Dawn and Xander exchanged an uncomfortable look, and Tara fidgeted. There was one other issue, and none of them wanted to be the one to voice it. Dawn picked up a black egg and fiddled with it.
Tara waited for one of them to say it, to call her out on the risk she'd be taking, but when she glanced up, Xander and Dawn both just kind of shrugged and gave her a smile. They were trusting her. Trusting her to know what she was doing, and to handle it if she was wrong. Tara smiled gratefully at them both.
"So, uh, dibs?" Dawn said, holding up one of the black eggs.
Tara nodded. "Sure."
Nom. Dawn bit into the egg and chewed, looking thoughtful. "Nahtbauh. Kiyaruvvry."
"Oh look," Xander said, reaching into the egg pile. "Another black one. Want it, Tara?"
"Oh, uh, no, that's alright," Tara said, glancing down at her naked lower half, and giggling a little sadly. "Did you, did you really think Willow put up with shaving? She... I'll be bare for another ten months."
Dawn swallowed. "You should eat it, Xander."
"You don't like my scruff?" Xander joked. "I'm hurt!"
"Nope! I'm totally shallow and I'll hate you forever if I ever get a pube stuck in my teeth," Dawn rejoined. "And - oh that feels weird."
Dawn's skin seemed to almost... go blurry, or ripple. It only lasted a moment, and the result was subtle, but obvious if you knew to look for it. Dawn's skin looked like she'd been airbrushed. Even her big fuzzy cat ears looked sleeker and less fuzzy.
"Yes!" Dawn cheered, and shamelessly groped herself between her legs. "Goodbye stubble! Oh wow, that's better than waxing." She stopped, blushed a little, then grinned at Xander. "Wanna feel?"
Xander gave himself a little shake. Tara knew exactly how he felt. "Later, definitely."
"S-so, um," Tara said, reaching down to sort the pile of eggs a bit more. She gathered the three purple eggs next to her. "We don't have any use for the, the blue or pink eggs, yet, but I think we should keep them. We might need to reverse an, an unwanted transformation.
Xander nodded. "Sensible."
Dawn held up the green egg. "So, uh, I can eat this, right?"
Tara nodded.
"Thank gods." Dawn shoved the whole thing in her mouth.
Tara sorted out four brown eggs, and bit her lip as she looked at them. "I, um, think w-we should all eat these, too. Just in case."
Dawn finished chewing and gulped it down with a sigh of relief. "Okay. I was gonna let Xander do me in the butt anyway - uh I mean! Uh, yeah, that, I meant it. Shuttingupnow."
Xander leaned over and pulled a naked blushing Dawn into a hug. "We'll experiment."
Dawn nodded. "I've never done it. I mean, the imps, they didn't do that. But I still want you to." She shuddered. "Tara's right. I don't want it to hurt. I'm scared they'll get me again, I'm scared I'll like it. But I'm more scared that next time it'll be something my body can't handle."
Tara and Xander each took one of Dawn's hands and gave it a squeeze. Dawn huffed, and grabbed the first brown egg.
By unspoken agreement, Dawn got the extra. Two brown eggs for her, and one each for Xander and Tara. Being unsure what the white eggs even did, those went into the packs with the pink and blue eggs.
The outward effects of the brown eggs were subtle, but without anything concealing it, Dawn's naked butt was visibly more shapely and round, after the eggs had their effect. Tara felt her own butt filling out a little, but she couldn't tell if it made a visible difference, and she didn't look too closely at Xander's jean-clad backside either. The sensation of lightness and looseness in her guts was much more pronounced. One of the side effects of the brown eggs made waste less of a problem. It didn't eliminate those processes, but she could sense from the intent in the magic that it would prevent there ever being a... conflict.
Or, to put it bluntly, she'd still have to shit, but less often, and she'd always be clean before and after, and never need to wipe.
Xander ate the other black egg, and the effect was much more noticeable on him than on Dawn. His scruff vanished, his skin smoothed out, and he looked airbrushed as well. Dawn grinned and nuzzled her cheek against his pec.
The most immediately obvious effect of the purple eggs was the unsettling shift of Tara's pelvis. It was a small change, since Tara already had wide hips, but after she finished all three eggs she was sure she had twice the thigh-gap she'd started with, and the curve of her hip was definitely more pronounced.
With that, they were done with the eggs, at least for now. Dawn got dressed, they cleaned up the mess, and Xander set the table. Once Whitney came back from checking on Marble, more nourishing but less magical noms ensued.
The sky was a brighter but deeper red as midday ended, it was still comfortably warm outside, much as it had been since they arrived. Xander and Dawn were back out in the fields with Whitney, while Tara did the laundry. Who knew Tara knew how to use a washboard.
"These here crops are gettin' a bit too opinionated," Whitney explained, "and I'm runnin' low of untainted fluids. Ah'd be much obliged if you'd donate some'a yours t'keepin' the taters pure."
"You, want me to," Xander made a stroking motion with his hand in front of his crotch, "on the potatoes?"
A slight dusting of pink appeared on Whitney's face. "Need's must. Without some man juice, these're gonna lose equilibrium soon."
Dawn grinned at him, looking entirely too eager. "I'll help!"
Chuckling at the absurdity of knowing that this was actually what it made sense to do, and at how fast this kind of thing stopped being shocking, Xander shrugged and unzipped. He fished his half-hard cock out of his boxers and adjusted his fly to make sure the zipper teeth wouldn't pinch him. Being hairless down there helped a lot.
Xander ignored the urge to cover himself with his hands. Whitney grinned sheepishly at him and headed back the other way to do something or other.
"Here," Dawn said, taking his right hand with a coy smile. Xander wasn't sure what she was doing until she brought his hand to her mouth and started drooling. "I'm helping."
Thanks to Dawn, Xander's cock got completely hard before he even touched himself. He took his hard shaft in his lubricated hand and started stroking.
Watching Xander masturbate was hot. It kind of sucked that Dawn needed to keep an eye out, because she really wanted to suck him off again. Or fuck him right there on the potatoes.
Any possibility that her desire for Xander was something she could even theoretically get out of her system was long since disproved. Replacing her fantasies with deliciously visceral memories had only made her lust after him even more irrevocably. Everyone who accused her of having nothing more than a schoolgirl crush was going to fucking eat their words.
Xander made a sexy man-sound, and Dawn snapped her gaze to him. Just because she couldn't watch him the whole time didn't mean she was going to miss him cumming.
His load was barely a few drops this time.
Dawn put her bow over her shoulder and hugged him from behind, her own hand wandering down to caress his flagging manhood. "Need a break?"
Xander jumped a little when she touched his cock, and groaned. "Dawn... the spirit is willing! But the flesh is spongy and bruised."
Dawn burst into giggles. "Oh gods! That didn't even occur to me! But, but, whoever heard of suicide by snu-snu?!"
Once she managed to get her giggles under control she looked up and found Xander looking at her with a loving smirk. He'd turned around and embraced her while she was laughing.
"You get me," Xander said, mock solemnly.
Dawn kissed him. "Like, duh, I do. I love you."
Another kiss, and Dawn suddenly had an idea. Tara had explained the so-called Succubi's Delight that the rat-dude had purified for her. It seemed like that was exactly what this problem called for.
"Ooh, I've got an idea," Dawn said, taking off at a run. "Wait here! I'll be right back!"
"Okay?"
Dawn sprinted across the vegetable patches and quickly arrived back at the house. She paused a moment to catch her breath and let herself in. Tara wasn't in their room, which figured, so she just found the right pack and grabbed the right bottle of mysterious liquid. It wasn't like it'd be any use to anyone but Xander anyway.
Tucking the slender container in her pocket, Dawn ran out of the house, jogged around the barn, and hopped over the waist-high fence, taking a slightly different route back to where Xander was.
There was somebody else out here.
Dawn's first impression was a man on a horse, riding vaguely in her direction. A big, naked man, on a headless horse. Dawn stumbled to a stop and reached for her bow.
The man spotted her, and changed course. Dawn blinked when he got close enough for her to see him clearly. He wasn't a man on a horse at all. He was a centaur!
The centaur galloped over to her, cantering to a stop close enough to give her bow a scathing look and snort dismissively. He was imposingly tall, powerfully built, and his human half was a piece of salty goodness if Dawn had anything to say about it. He had a longbow strung over his shoulder and a quiver of arrows much like Dawn's.
"Don't be stupid," he laughed, sneering at Dawn's weapon. "If I wanted to kill you, my arrow would've taken you in the neck before I got near the range of that pitiful twig. What's your name, girl?"
"Uh, Dawn?"
"Dumb cunt can barely remember her own name. Figures," he muttered, and Dawn pretended she didn't hear it. "My name's Kelt. Whitney pays me to keep the gnolls off her land."
Dumb jock can't remember how ears work, Dawn mocked inside her head, and said, "I, uh, definitely haven't seen any gnolls?"
"And you won't, either," Kelt bragged. "This?" He flicked his own much larger bow. "This is a real warrior's weapon, and in a warrior's hands it is deadly. I suppose you think you know how to use that toy?"
Dawn pouted. She should really just ignore this jerky jerk centaur and get back to Xander, who was waiting for her, but Kelt was being such a jerk!
"You talk a lot," Dawn said, unimpressed, and pointed at a red speck she'd just spotted in the distance, "but I bet you can't hit that bird."
Kelt looked, and snorted. "That's not a bird. It's an imp, you skinny fool!"
Dawn did not have time for this, so she just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Shoot it down and I'll show you my tits."
Kelt grinned. "Oh, you'll show me more than your tiny titties."
He flipped his bow into position with a snap of his wrist, drew an arrow, and let fly. The arrow streaked off towards the flying imp, and whizzed right passed it. Kelt's eyes bugged out in angry surprise.
Wordlessly, Dawn nocked an arrow, settled herself with three even breathes, drew, felt the air, and released. Her arrow traveled a higher arc. Kelt was right that her bow didn't have as much power as his huge one, but it had enough.
Her arrow skewered the imp right out of the sky.
Kelt's head snapped towards her, and his face was livid. "That was luck."
"I was trained by the Slayer, you know," Dawn told him offhand, stretching the truth only a little. "Both of them, actually."
"Hmph. Is that supposed to mean something to me?"
"...apparently not. Now, uh, bye."
Kelt glowered at her but he didn't follow when she resumed her jog. Dawn still kept her big glossy cat ears perked for the sound of a bowstring. She was not going to put it passed him to shoot her in the back in his anger. He seemed like just the kind of jerk who'd do that.
Xander was just starting to wonder if he should go after her when he spotted Dawn jogging up the edge of the fields. She raced up and stopped to catch her breath.
"I'm back!" Dawn greeted, pulling the Succubi's Delight out of her pocket. "Here. I remembered this stuff."
Xander took the bottle and gave it a wary look. "This is that stuff Tara said the succubi here feed to their slaves?"
"She also said, rat-dude purified it for her," Dawn reminded him. "I figured it'd help."
Xander was feeling spent, and having magically boosted sexual stamina did really appeal, if he was honest with himself. The only question was, "This isn't going to backfire, is it?"
Dawn shrugged. "Uh, probably not?"
"Right, well, the eggs worked..."
Xander opened the bottle, and tipped it back. It was warm, and thick, and tasted like nothing Xander could name, but it tasted good in a very unhealthy way. It went down more like pudding than a beverage.
A sudden flush of warmth enveloped Xander's groin, and concentrated in his balls. His cock swelled back to full hardness in his pants, and on top of that it felt like his pants abruptly shrank to painful tightness. Very painful tightness!
"Xander!" Dawn yelped, worried.
Xander frantically scrambled to get his pants open and relieve the pressure, letting out a monumental sigh of relief when he managed it. His boxers were absurdly tented, and he didn't bother trying to adjust them, instead just pushing them down and baring himself.
Dawn's eyes lit up. "You're... you're bigger."
She wasn't talking about his cock. Well, his cock was a little bigger, maybe, but it was hard to tell. He was so hard, it was hard to tell. Hard and sensitive and throbbing like he hadn't cum in ages.
But it was his testicles that had obviously grown, and were now larger than golf balls. That was unexpected, but fitting. And a lot less urgent than his renewed arousal.
Xander grabbed his cock and a little keen of pleasure and need escaped his throat. Dawn's presence was hardly a restraining influence when she was looking at him like that. Xander relaxed and gave himself over to the urge to cum, jacking himself off without reservation.
His orgasm boiled up inside him and his cock pulsed with startling power as cum spurted and spurted, and spurted, and spurted, watering the earth throughout the longest and strongest orgasm Xander had ever given himself with his own hands.
Dawn scooped one of the last dribbles from the tip of his cock and tasted it, holding his gaze as she did. "That was so hot."
"Good stuff," Xander opined. "Good idea."
Dawn beamed.
Now all Xander had to do was figure out how to repants himself without crushing his newly enlarged balls.
(I've taken some liberties with the exact details of the transformation items in this chapter, and if you were wondering, yes, I just made up the green eggs myself and there's no such egg in the game.)