As David headed to the bathroom to clean up, first order of business for Nikka was to open a window and get some fresh air in to dilute the musk. Second order of business was… well, second was to figure out what in the world the next step should be. She began pacing back and forth across the apartment trying to come up with a plan.
The phone in her sweatpants pocket buzzed. Nikka pulled it out and checked the name before answering. “Max!? Are you alright?”
A female voice answered. “No, this is Emily, I’m using his phone. We met at the Vet office.”
“Emily? You were the one with the…?”
“The eggs? Yep, still laying’em! It feels *so* good, almost better than sex…”
“Why did you call me?”
“The pressure as the smooth orbs slowly pass down my vag, stretching me just past what is comfortable. The pleasure and discomfort both building together moment by moment. Then I’m past the pain and there’s nothing to balance the pleasure and suddenly I’m cumming as I lay the egg and it presses against my clit at the very end and I just can’t feel anything else for a moment.”
Nikka stopped her pacing in front of the couch. The musk was still potent there, and combined with Emily’s explicit talk it was throwing fresh kindling on her smoldering libido.
“I leaned a mirror up against a wall so I can spread out in front of it and watch as I lay my eggs. It is *so* hot seeing an egg spread my feathered labia.”
Nikka moaned quietly at the thought, then angry at herself for her lack of control, “Why. Did. You. Call.”
“Oh, right! I need your help! These people with hazmat suits and guns showed up and took everyone away! I hid, but I don’t think anyone else got away.”
“What? Where were they taking them?”
“Dunno. Their vans said Apex Biotech or something like that. We need to get them back, Max and the others! You have *no idea* how awesome that frog tongue of his feels.”
As Emily starts to describe the new and improved oral technique of her former boyfriend, Nikka’s arousal becomes too much. A cushion squelches as she sits down on the semen-covered couch. A hand slides beneath her sweatpants to rub firmly against her slick folds. She switches her cell to speakerphone mode and drops it to free up a hand for her nipples. Emily has grown too aroused herself to keep up the storytelling, but the two women are moaning in harmony over the phone as the equine cum soaks through Nikka’s sweatpants.