Your girlfriend is a halfling.
You may wonder what that means, and because of that, you have asked her plenty of times what it could mean. She says it is just a blanket term she uses to describe the heterogenous mixture of blood running through her veins. You don't know why how that could be, but every time she has tried to tell you, you always get so lost in the lore that thinking about it feels fuzzy.
What you do know, is that all the different kinds of beings that make her up carry their own physiology. And one you are really familiar with is egg laying.
This is the story of...actually, what is this story about again?
For a while, you've felt woozy each time you've woken up. Each morning would greet you with a slight headache and intense dizzy feeling. You would often stumble out of bed and would have to rouse yourself back up again, if not only to stumble on the bedroom floor once again. After climbing down what felt like a mountain, you would first go for the nearest sofa to flop down into.
It was then, your girlfriend would hear your struggles and come along. Without fail, each time she would ask-
"Are you okay, [y/n]?"
You would tell her yeah, and that you just felt a little headache. She would then pick you up, making you seem as light as a bouquet of flowers as she would take you to the kitchen. There, she would set you down in front of the dining table, patting your head as she would bring breakfast for the day.
Lately, it has always been some variation of eggs. Eggs with bread. Eggs with French toast. Eggs with hot chocolate. Omelets, sunny side up, poached, you name it, it has been done. Today, it was boiled eggs with some rice. She sat it down in front of you, making sure to waive the smell of the food towards your nose with a smile. "Order up!"
You looked up at her pleasantries and asked- "Where do we get so many eggs?"
And like always, she would lean in against your ear, and lightly flick the tip of it with her tongue. "Don't worry about it," she would whisper, patting you on the back as she went to clean up the tools and pots she used for cooking.
And so you ate. Wherever she got them from, they were always a delight. You know the taste of eggs from the supermarket and the local grocery stores, but without a doubt, wherever her source was far superior. The egg white had a small tint of yellow to it, but that was usually unnoticeable unless made in a way that you could see the white like it's boiled right now. After eating though, you went about your day, strangely invigorated and energized.
It was always nice to have a quiet day inside too. Usually, something would always be amiss, or there would always be an event happening around town, but there were rare moments when there was nothing to do but truly...truly relax. You simply hummed and did chores around the house. You even checked if your workplace had bothered to call you in for any shift coverage today. The way you were feeling, you actually felt like helping someone out today.
Of course though, then came the urges...
It never hit like a train. At first, it would feel like it was just a tad too hot. You would close a couple of windows in the house, and turn the fan on, but the slight heat would only dissipate for a short time before returning stronger. Still, though, it was ignorable. You could spare a couple of layers anyways, retreating up to the 2nd floor after you finished downstairs. You passed a closed guest bedroom door on the way there, hearing music play in the room. Your girlfriend was probably just working away. She teleworks a lot since most of her forms aren't too forgiving in their quirks. Paying the closed door no mind, you continued onto your bedroom.
By now, the heat was very noticeable. You felt your cheeks flush, and your body sweat a bit. You closed every window you could, and went into the hallway to set the AC higher. Coming back, you sank into your bed and turned on your TV, deciding binging would be a good distraction. And it was!
Until the even stronger, 3rd wave.
You were just itching now. You squirmed around a bit, the sheets feeling weird against your sensitive skin. You decided to strip your clothing in a last-ditch effort to sate the growing need, and then you saw it.
Down your waist, at the center of your body, was a pole so hard a new hardness index would have to be built around it. It dribbled pre like a staved bat and jumped with vigor at the thought of touch. You witnessed your very veins, ones that would require the toughest of regimens to appear on your limbs, poke out through the delicate skin of your eager shaft, pumping as much blood as needed for absolutely breeding the fuck out of someone.
You stared mesmerized, wondering what could have caused it. You have done nothing all day! You've rarely even seen your girlfriend, both of you were just relaxing around the house...then you remember the eggs. Those eggs, always left a good taste, aftertaste, and lingering after-aftertaste on your tongue. It must have had some sort of aphrodisiac effect on you.
But...why? How? And where?
In your questioning, you heard the door open to the room. In came your girlfriend, but she was no longer in her human form. She coyly walked in as a Naga, careful to ensure her swaying tail did not hit any furniture or dressers. Standing on her tail, her head almost hit the top of the door frame on the way in. Her scales were that of a rattlesnake, creating hexagonal patterns of desert brown down her body. They covered her entire body from head to toe, save for her head where they stopped curled out like an open panel. And her hands, where organic padding made her hands look more cushioned than the most expensive of soles. At the tips of her hands were claws that could dig through the stone. Last but not least, her hair was in numerous locs, somehow coming through the scales on her head to flower around her on all sides, covering part of her face and running down to her hips and draping over her ass.
You two caught the eyes of each other, blushing simultaneously when you saw each other's unique states.
"You transformed..." you said.
"You're...erect~" she said, twirling one of the locs around her paws. "Sorry if I interrupted, the naga in my came out and I couldn't really use my keyboard anymore..." she turned to the TV, pretending not to notice your cock. "Sooo...One Piece. You saw gear 5 yet?"
"Was about to catch up to the episodes to it," you answered. "Um...do you-"
"I would love to-oh I-"
"Watch with-I mean sure you-"
"You?" she trailed off. "We're off today aren't we?"
"It is a relaxing day," you say, patting the spot next to you and scooting aside. She nodded and pulled herself onto the bed, picking you up and placing you on her body. Even though her scales were built to be impenetrable, they were still smooth, flexible, and cooler than a lot of the house. It was a lot more relaxing, and your girlfriend likely appreciated siphoning some heat as well. As you started the episodes, she wrapped her hands around you. Her wingspan easily dwarfed your height, and it showed, enveloping you in a bear hug.
In fact, if she reached just a bit more, you were sure she could use her puffy hands to wrap around your-
"Hey," you say to get her attention.
"Yes, [y/n]?"
"Those eggs..." you start. "I think they made me horny."
"I...I don't know what you mean..." she stammered. You could feel her gaze shift away.
"Are you able to tell me where you get them?" You ask directly. "Not that I don't want you to stop getting them, they taste amazing!"
"I appreciate the love," she says. "And they do come from a wonderful place...although if I tell you..."
"Yeah..." you ask. You could feel her locs drape closer over you as she got by your ear again. Like earlier today, she nipped your ear. The difference was, you felt sharp teeth graze along your skin, and a fork in her longer, thinner tail that traced along your earlobe with even more precision. It made you draw breath, getting an approving hiss from above. "If I tell you..." she whispered. "You will have to do something for me beforehand~"
"You know I'll do a lot of things for you..." you eeked out. You meant it with every fiber of your body. Your cock only echoed your plea, throbbing and oozing another dollop of precum.
"In that case," she said, kissing the top of your head. "Get on your knees for me."
It was hard to escape her clutches, even when she barely held on to you. The bed felt a lot more unstable as you wobbled around, doing your best to find your footing until you were able to get on your knees. She even made space for you to stand, leaving you enveloped around coils and bends of tail.
"Perfect," she oozed, getting up herself to leer over you. Pushed by the urge to learn her secret, you stayed still as the end of her tail closed in on you. You could feel its tip, a decently large rattle that was the size of a small trash bin, shake against your ankle. Once everything was in place, you felt her hands press on your shoulders, the soft padded palms sink a bit around your form.
That rattle began to snake its way around and up your body, starting with your knees and thighs. it shook its tune, trying to lull you into relaxation like the shore waves of an ocean. Even while everything was happening, you felt a sincere state of calmness overtake you. The claws on your shoulders kept your balance for you, scratching at the top of your back just to ensure you didn't fall asleep for real. All you had to do was wait and keep everything close to your body.
"Good boyfriend," she said, the rattle reaching your hands at your sides. So far up your body, she didn't need to press as hard to keep you still. One more loop and your hands were ensnared, your legs firmly pressed together within the coils as well. You weren't going anywhere no more. The only thing you could move was your head. You could only crane up, and look into her snake silts for eyes, and the flick of her tongue staring hungrily into you.
The rattle all of a sudden felt too near to your head. Looking down, all you saw were slow-moving rows of coils, ending in a rattle that was positioned right between your eyes. It had been playing your mind this entire time, quietly, sonically worming its way into your brain. A hand moved to the top of your head, lightly ruffling your hair before craning your head up.
"Look into my eyes, [y/n]," your naga girlfriend said. Staring into her silts, you could see yourself, dazed and vulnerable. "As you stare, time begins to slow down around you. It grows tiring to try to keep up...your mind begins to calm, unbothered with the need to keep up with such meaningless things..."
You mumble along with her words. A thick cloud grows in your head, making it harder to reach the deeper parts of your brain. In fact, you simply just felt so warm and cozy now. Why bother trying to compute anything?
Your mouth hung open as she continued on. "The less you think, the more your muscles relax. It becomes easier to be pudding, to turn off silly needs like struggling and asking questions. It feels way better, way more comforting to just listen along mindlessly, no?"
"Uhhuuhhhh..." You feel dumbfounded, but it was good, right? It must be, it comes from your girlfriend, and she's doing all that hard mind stuff for you. All you have to do is relax and obey.
"Goooooood," she whispered. "Just like that, obey every movement of my lips, every glide of my hand. For as long as the rattle shakes, you would be under this command..." Rings started to appear around the pitch-black slits. Were you imagining that? Was she able to make them appear? You didn't know, but watching the rings slowly constrict in around her pupils felt so current. Her eyes mirrored your current state, did it not? And it felt so good, feeling each coil press that much more inward onto you..you had to sync.
"And the moment the rattle stops, your mind shall start working again," she said to you. "Everything will return to you, after a good night's rest. However, for things to start would mean things have stopped. There will indeed be a jump in your memory tonight, but not one that is to be concerning to you. Is it concerning?"
"It is not..." you said. What little brain activity you had, you tried to see your reflection. See those rings around your eyes as well, the dizzying circles that longed to be around you. The warmth inside of you had overtaken your entire body by now as if your entire body was snug in a heated blanket. Suddenly, you saw your girlfriend's hand move. It slowly trailed upward toward the ceiling, its teasing motion begging you to follow. You felt the grip on your head release, and your stare instantly started moving up, following the free hand around until it went back to rest.
"You're completely under now," she said with a chuckle. "Now then, do you want to hear how I make eggs?"
"E-eggs?" You repeat. You don't recall needing to hear anything, much less a request. Although, it certainly did sound interesting. You nodded along, being moved back a tad within the coils. Your girlfriend fell backward into the headrest, trailing her hands down her body. Sparks would come off the claws and scales until both hands centered themselves back onto her groin. There, two fingers reached into seemingly nothing and pulled apart the slit that revealed her pussy. The smell of it made you delirious, but you could do nothing but droll saliva and throb your natural lube onto her snakeskin. "Want!" You screamed to particularly no one, the horny meal inside you kicking your heat back up.
"Now you're a lot more honest. Those eggs..." she said. "They are made especially for you, [y/n]..." She stuck a claw in, biting her bottom lip as she lightly jiggled her finger inside of herself. "Yes...all...for you..."
"Want, want..." you hiss again. You were in no shape to thrash around, and you could barely beg. her jilling sent even more of her secretion's smell over to your nose. Your pupils dilated, just to take in as much of the sight as possible. Lust was overcoming you. You could barely hear any more of her explanation for the eggs through her masturbation. "...and when...mmm, you breed me...my body just ovulates for you..." she squealed. "If we're lucky, we get to impregnate a few, but the better the breeding, the more eggs we get overall."
"Breed!"
"Yes, my eggmaker, breed!" she repeated with the same energy. When I let you go, I want you to breed me as much as you could. Make a mess of me, paint my scales white."
"Breed breed!" You didn't know what she was saying, but all the good bells in your head are getting rang over and over. You panted as she brought you over, getting a close-up of her gushing vagina. She was already so close to cumming...it would be a waste, waste for her to cum without you...without your seed inside of her...
"Go wild," she whispered. As soon as her coils loosened enough for your arms. You practically fell over her. Panting, you stuck your penis and trusted until you two were hip against hip. She moaned, teasing and cupping her breasts while you worked her like a piston. There was no time for foreplay, the orgasm that had been building up inside you could finally start climbing, and climbing and climbing until...
You decided to bite down on the side of her waist as you shot wave after wave of spunk inside her. She screamed, able to feel your teeth through the scales. With a good purchase, you could keep yourself inside of her, filling her with numerous ropes until it felt too cramped to fill her with more.
"S-so much..." you heard her say above you. Your head darted up, seeing her blushing and her tongue hanging down until it landed in your hair. "This might have been the best batch ye-EET!" To her surprise, you darted up her form and pulled her head down, pinning it against your hardening cock. "W-wait, this isn't the right hole!" She said, but such concerns were the last thing on your mind. You pulled her head straight, waiting for your cock to rise back up to full mast before pressing it against her lips. "C-careful or I'll bite!" she warned, tapping your thighs. "You're supposed...to be...thrusting down mmph-" Midway through her talking, you found a gap and went for her. Suddenly, you were in a mouth that felt wet but cool. You grunted approvingly, more than happy to heat up this part of her body as well.
You could feel her grip your legs as you started humping again. Small humps graduated to long, but forceful spears into her gullet. You leaned over her head, standing on curled toes from how much she used her tongue to lick around your head. It made you jump and thrust extra hard as thanks, knocking the wind out of her lungs. Her grip on you grew weaker the more forceful you became, weakly trying to get you to stop until they just hung at the sides of her bed. Her eyes were matted closed by the sweat and juices exchanged between the two of you, and all she did was suck and kiss. Saliva and cum, and pre-mixed inside of her, making an unholy combo that dripped from her mouth and webbed between her and your phallus. You both lost each other in the blowjob, your eyes shut closed. Who needed sight, when all the feelings you needed were happening right below you?
You heard her cum behind her and felt her shudder as the pleasure washed through her body. Afterward, two hot and wet hands came up to grab you by your behind. Helping to hold you inside her mouth while you rolled your length around, making sure to mark your insides and face in as much of your musk as you could. Her moans vibrated your body, the only thing other than the rattle to seep past your ears and pleasure your brain. Her noises were your drug, and under the hypnosis, it made you dumbstruck. You couldn't bear holding it in anymore. Letting off a second orgasm that somehow dwarfed you had last down her gullet. You wrapped her hair around your hands and latched onto her skull, handling her like cattle while she sucked everything down her stretch throat. You gave her a few thrusts just to rub it in, making sure you got everything out before you finally began to withdraw from within her.
Soon, your full feet touched the fabric of the bed again. You held her head up by her locs, lifting it up while she panted in front of you. Her face was completely a mess, her mouth permanently left agape by your endeavors. You let go of her hair, seeing if she would stay upright on her own, but she just collapsed onto the bed, arms splayed out as she caught the breath she desperately needed. You were absolutely sure that she was full now from both ends. And yet, when you turned back to her pussy, seeing it cum into the night...you still felt like you hadn't done enough.
Time blurred again, marked by space memories of thrusting, thrusting, cumming, and more cumming. She wanted your breeding and she got it, switching between mouth and folds to give each one at least a bit of reprieve. After each one, it felt as if you had more cum ready at hand, your libido never slowing down enough for you to enjoy the rest of your orgasm. The naga gave out long before you, cum overflowing out of her pussy while you rutted her knocked-out face.
You don't remember what time it finally ended. All you remember as after one last orgasm, painting her face with virile batter, the rattling of her tail finally stopped. Suddenly, the lust inside you dissipated, and so did the fog in your head. Everything started restarting, like a phone powering on. You collapsed on the bed yourself, laying lip as you started off towards your sleeping snake girlfriend. Even under the cover of cum, she slept soundly, a semen bubble largening and shrinking on one of her nostrils in time with her breathing.
Morning would greet you with a slight headache and intense dizzy feeling. You stumbled out of bed and roused yourself, fighting the urge to fall back asleep. Pulling yourself up off the floor, you climbed down the stairs to the first floor, going for the nearest sofa to flop down into.
Your girlfriend must have heard your struggling, because she came over to you and got on a knee in front of you to kiss your forehead.
"Are you okay, [y/n]?" She asked. "You look like you could use some aspirin and breakfast. Come, I made eggs today~"