Egg Prank (egg implantation, M/F monster rape, seedbed, aphrodisiac slime, devoured by offspring)
A party girl wakes up from a drunken stupor to find herself stuffed full of unfertilized alien eggs... with horny males on the prowl to fertilize them!
Contains gross little worm monsters eating a girl from inside.
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Egg Prank
Dahlia groaned, slowly coming out of a deep sleep – or maybe a stupor would be more accurate. She blinked, the skin around her eyes tightening as the pounding in her head intensified.
“Wh… wh’rem… Where am I?” she slurred.
Her back hurt. Her pussy was sore, not to mention her tender asshole. She felt so fucking bloated.
Sitting up straighter, she realized she was on a park bench, and it was the misty grey of the very, very early morning. She was wearing a tiny little minidress, black to contrast with her bright rainbow-dyed hair, and no shoes. And knowing herself it was a damned good bet that she didn’t have any panties on.
Images began to assemble themselves like puzzles in her head. She had been at a party. It had been awesome. Fucking awesome. She’d been drinking…
She remembered sucking dicks, at least two. And she remembered hanging onto her roommate Danna, curvy milk-chocolate-brown Danna, both of them alternately kissing, moaning, and shrieking with laughter. She remembered their titties rubbing together as two boys they may or may not ever have met before fucked them from behind, standing up.
Her tummy gurgled, and she looked down to see the way it was bulging slightly – not one big bulge, but several smaller ones distending her flesh. The faint movements within.
She remembered sitting on top of a slimy alien creature, a great squirming slug, a huge ovipositor like the biggest cock she’d ever even imagined throbbing inside her asshole as it pumped her large intestine full of fat, round, pulsating eggs and a copious injection of slime to hold them there inside her.
“Oh, fuck.”
Her breath speeding up, Dahlia stood with some difficulty, her inhuman cargo sloshing around in her guts.
“I’ve got… Oh, fuck,” she repeated. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I...”
She was wracking her brains, trying to remember the details. She’d seen plenty of girls get egg pranked, it wasn’t even uncommon ever since the infestation had started years ago, but she’d never stuck around to see the aftermath. It was fun enough to watch them cumming their brains out riding one of the sluglike female aliens’ ovipositors.
He skin prickled. She could feel a warm glow spreading through her, banishing her headache, as the eggs twitched within her and released a fresh round of their mind-altering ejaculate.
What next… She’d read about this, she knew about it, she just had to get her brain working.
“And get my ass moving,” she said, taking a few painful, awkward steps away from the bench.
She’d been fucked full of unfertilized eggs, and the eggs were releasing occasional micro-spurts of a brew that was making her smell extremely interesting to any male aliens that happened to be within about a two-mile radius.
Memories of her xenobiology class fluttered through her head. That was right. The females stuffing other species with eggs was some stupid biological mechanism that had the effect of ensuring only the most fit males reproduced.
Her head swam as she stumbled on.
“I just have to get home. Get inside. Call somebody.”
Just about every house was pretty well proofed against the infestors. It wasn’t hard, they weren’t particularly smart or anything. Just… persistent.
She’d lost her phone at some point last night, but she had a good idea where she was, and as she moved on she broke into a limping run, the aching in her pussy and ass making her wince.
Dahlia heard skittering behind her and dared a look.
In the street to her rear, two dog-sized creatures with low-slung bodies covered in obsidian-black chitin that sparkled in the streetlights with purple and green hues were trotting towards her. They moved on all fours, their third set of forelegs raised showing clawed thumbless hands, and she could see their slimy interior bodies glistening through chinks in their armor. Five unblinking eyes shone balefully green from each hideous chitin mask – she couldn’t quite perceive it as a face.
Between the rearmost set of legs of each swung a throbbing, erect member that dripped an eerie, glowing slime onto the pavement as they picked up speed.
“Oh, fuck!” Dahlia whined, ripping her gaze away and taking off at a breakneck run, her soreness ignored in the surge of terror those horrid rods had provoked in her.
Her feet smacked against the street, but she couldn’t slow down, couldn’t think about blisters and ripped skin. She had to get home, she had to get away, she had to escape these awful alien things that wanted – but she couldn’t think about that, she had to concentrate on flight.
She rounded a corner and heard more skittering to her left. Peeling off in the other direction instinctively, she kept running. She knew this street, she was…
Dahlia gasped with relief as her door came into view. She darted forward with a renewed swiftness. Through the window she could see Danna on the couch – or rather, on the lap of a man who was sitting on the couch with his hands behind his head, her ass working as she fucked herself on his cock.
Dahlia slammed into the outer plastiglass door, pain shooting through her shoulder, and she reached for her purse only to find that of course she didn’t have it.
“DANNA! DANNA!” she screamed, hammering on the door with the heel of her hand. She heard skittering behind her and movement inside the house, and the inner door opened.
The man who Danna was fucking had stood up and walked over to the door, still supporting her, her legs wrapped around him, and he leaned forward and pressed her into the locked plastiglass barrier.
Dahlia’s mouth dropped open as she saw her roommate’s ass flatten out against the clear door, saw the man start thrusting into her again, a hazy, lust-crazed look on his face. He was clearly drugged out of his mind on one of the new-fangled aphrodisiac pharma-cocktails that were so popular right now.
She screamed at them to stop, to unlock the door, to remove that transparent barrier between her and safety. And Danna twisted her upper body around, still getting plowed, to turn her half-aware eyes on Dahlia’s terrified face.
Danna opened her mouth and laughed aloud, the sound coming through the door faint and spine-chilling.
And Dahlia felt chitinous claws on her shoulders, and was dragged shrieking backwards into the dark of the morning with Danna’s delirious laughter in her ears.
The monster that had reached her was bigger than the ones she’d seen, far bigger, the size of a Saint Bernard at least, and his forelegs latched around her as he dove into a patch of woods. She beat at his shoulders, then screamed as a sharp edge of chitin cut the palm of her hand, bright red staining the iridescent black of his armored hide.
He flung her forward and she tumbled across the fragrant morning earth to land on her stomach, breathless and dazed.
Then his huge form was atop her, his underside pressing into her back as his claws stripped away scraps of her clothes, seeking her nude skin. His belly was naked of armor, and Dahlia felt the slug-slime of his core as he crushed her into the grass and soil.
He was pulsating with eagerness, the need to breed, and with a twinge of unease Dahlia felt her ass pressing back up against him.
No! No! she screamed internally. No, please stop!
But neither the male attempting to find her egg-packed butthole nor the effects of the female’s slime listened, and Dahlia felt her hips rolling, an uncontrollable trembling in her limbs, and…
There was a cold, slick, enormous pressure in her asshole, and her mouth formed an O, eyes half-shutting as the alien cockhead slowly slid past her protesting anal ring.
“Oh, fuck!” she groaned for the hundredth time since she’d woken up, but the intensity of the thrill that shocked through her body at that penetration put and end to further words. She just shuddered there, the alien’s weight bearing her down, his girthy dick pushing in with agonizing slowness.
Jesus Christ, and she’d thought the female alien was big! Drool dripped from Dahlia’s lips, her toes clenching into little fists as she felt her vulnerable human butthole claimed by the gargantuan thing hanging there between the male’s legs! It was constantly squirting that slime into her, she could feel the pulses running down his length, the little jets inside her, but it was doing little to ease his passage into the depths of her lower intestine.
The hair on the back of her neck prickled, and her eyes squeezed shut, a sick, atavistic moan breaking from her mouth as a xenochemical-enhanced orgasm washed over her.
He was inside her, he was so deep inside her, so wonderfully terribly deep, and she could feel the pulses of his cock getting stronger, more and more alien spunk shooting into her ass to find every single egg planted there and fertilize it.
She was getting fertilized. The thought send her into a frenzy, bucking back against him, her body responding as the alien slime forced her to.
Dahlia’s expression had lost all traces of sapience. She was a thing, a receptacle for this monster’s cum, for the eggs inside her, and her face reflected that role perfectly – a slack, fucked-stupid, unthinking mask as she was raped full of inhuman semen.
She barely felt as his forelegs let her go and began digging into the ground before her. She kept pushing back against his hard-rutting dick, mindlessly chasing orgasms that she was too far gone even to consciously experience. Gooey, sticky liquid from his underbelly flowed out over her, coating her skin, making her tingle and twitch – but she could not properly feel it.
Cold earth shot up into the air before his tunneling claws as he dug a Dahlia-sized pit, cutting through roots, flinging stones away, moving like a machine even as he kept his unstoppable thrusting rhythm. The vile, wet squelching sounds of Dahlia’s anal violation filled the little patch of woods, now surrounded by smaller alien males, jealous of their fellow’s success.
With a chittering cry of victory, he shot his last load into Dahlia’s extremely overstuffed asshole, and as he pulled out of her, a flood of slime that had been plugged inside her by his huge width flowed out. Crouching, he pulled the insensate human female into a fetal position and pressed her into the pit. Slime flowed out as she settled in, moving infinitesimally, snuggling deeper into the pit and the goop until only her face was poking up out of the surface.
And deep within her, over the course of days, the fertilized eggs squirmed, and grew, and as Dahlia dreamed on in a pharmaceutical haze – they hatched.
Her eyes opened lazily. She was still curled up in the pit. In her guts she could feel the movements as the hatchlings ate the remnants of their eggs. She laughed, a wet, ridiculous sound, as she felt one working its way up, bulging her small intestine as it moved further into her body.
She was filled and surrounded by writhing, slimy movement. Wormlike alien young were crawling out of her and into her, all over her body, all through her body. She felt alien mouths inside her, and she knew they were chewing new tunnels, and it felt right.
She felt a strange presence at one nipple as a hatchling’s mouth suckled on it, then a biting, stretching sensation, and her nose wrinkled with an expression of effort as the thing strained for entry. With a gasp of relief, she felt it break through, felt it almost swimming through the fat and glands of her breast, eating, eating.
“I grew ‘em nice and big for you, little guy,” she said in a distant voice, and laughed again.
He’s eating my breast meat, she thought without a trace of horror.
All around her, all through her. One crawled up to an armpit and began to chew, until he could push himself through and into her chest cavity. They were behind her knees, on her face.
She gave a little cry as one clamped onto her eyeball and began burrowing into her head, but it was merely a natural physical response. She felt no fear, no disgust. A little monster pushed into her mouth, and she laved it with her tongue as if she was being French kissed, then it was on and through and she didn’t even gag as it wormed down her throat.
The next one into her mouth turned up, coring up through the roof of her mouth, into the cavity of her sinuses, and on up into her brain.
It was a kind of race – there were worms pushing in through her ears, through her eyes, her mouth, all seeking that succulent grey matter. She had no idea which arrived first. She did not care as her brain was slowly, happily gobbled down by the little things.
Tiny mouthful by tiny mouthful, Dahlia disappeared. Her muscles bitten away and gulped down, her viscera, her skin, her fat and glands and brain and everything that she had been.
With a gurgling sigh that escaped past the body of another of her hatchlings, Dahlia succumbed. Soon, her body was still except for the squirming of the alien youth as they kept feeding on their succulent surrogate mother.
Posted Aug 14, 2025, 12:36 AM UTC