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Floyd had only been 60% sure Riddle would want to try actually getting “egg’d” by him. While Floyd knew it would be safe and fun for the both of them, Riddle was usually hesitant to go beyond their usual kinks. Getting filled with cock was one thing, but being stuffed with eggs was something else completely. In fact, Floyd thought it would take something as serious as marriage for Riddle to feel comfortable trying it. It turns out it only took two years of dating.
He still remembers how they started discussing it. Riddle was in his arms as they both cuddled on the redhead’s bed. They probably weren’t going to have sex at all that day. But Riddle seemed to be thinking about it when he awkwardly spoke up.
“Floyd… I have something of the utmost importance to discuss.”
That usually meant it was either something serious or something only Riddle found to be serious. Either way, Floyd did a little hum to show he was paying attention.
“You brought up a while ago that… that- oh, forget about it!”
He hugged, hiding his face in Floyd’s chest. But the eel would have none of that. His arms hugged Riddle enough to make the redhead look up at him. His face was red, but Floyd knew it could get redder.
“Come on, fishy~. Spit it out.”
He laughed, but was soon leaving kisses on the other’s forehead.
“Ugh, fine. You mentioned that you have… eggs, right?”
“Huh? Like, in my fridge?”
“Not that! I mean the kind you produce. The kind that you could…”
“Yeeeeaaah?”
“Could put in me…”
Riddle’s face goes back into his chest. Floyd can’t stop thinking about how cute he looks.
“Oh, that! I was being serious, ya know. Are you really ready to be a mommy, though?-“
“Not fertile eggs! I don’t even want to think about actual babies! I just meant for sex-“
He cuts himself off, embarrassed that he had to say it. They both know Floyd just wanted to hear him say it. The eel man pet Riddle’s head in an attempt to assure him he was fine.
“I know, goldfishie~. You want me to just fill ya with some regular eggs. No babies involved! But I’ll need to change forms. I’m preeetty big, fishy…”
Riddle nodded.
“I know, trust me. And I’ve thought about it for some time. It’s something I want- no, NEED to try. Even if you’re… bigger.”
“Hehe! You got it then! Fishy will look so good with my eggs in him~. But we’ll have to stretch ya out more. To prepare you! And we’ll need somewhere with water. Maybe we can find that deserted island-“
“I’m NOT doing it on the same island we met Stitch! That place is too pure. Besides, who knows what else could be there.”
“If you say so. Maybe there’s another island? Or we can see if there’s somewhere really private near home.”
“I’m sure there’s somewhere. The Queendom has many different shores. While most are rather gorgeous, one must be plain enough that no one goes there.”
“I’ll find us a place! Leave it all to me since I’m the egg expert. You just show up when I give you a time and day.”
“As much as my brain is yelling at me not to trust you… I will. But it will be off with your head if you forget anything!”
“Sure, sure~. If you really want to help, just pick out something cute to wear. Maybe one of those little bathing suit bottoms, hehe~.”
“You’ll get NO such thing!”
They spent the rest of the night just talking. About how things would go down, and then about other things. But in the weeks leading up to the big day, it comes up a few more times. Floyd insists on keeping certain details a secret, which Riddle allows despite his usual unease toward secrets. He sees how happy it makes Floyd to do something this big for him. Floyd’s overall wonder and whimsy was one of the things Riddle was most attracted to, after all.
By the time a month has passed, Floyd finally gives Riddle a “formal” invite. The card is certainly more fancy than what Floyd usually does. It’s clearly meant in a joking way, but Riddle can’t help but like it. There’s an undeniable effort put into making it look like an invitation for a ball. But instead, it’s for raunchy sex. So of course, Riddle sends a letter back to say he’ll be there.
~
On the day of their planned rendezvous, Floyd gets to the beach early. Right off the coast of one of the islands found just in between the Queendom and the Coral Seas, Floyd found the perfect spot. It’s a rather small beach, but it’s secluded. That’s what’s important in all of this. Riddle is his fishy, after all.
For all of this to work out, they’ll need to be in the water for the most part. For when they’re done, Floyd set up a couple of beach towels a few feet away from the water. Some waters and even a few snacks sit on the towels for when they’re done. Floyd will be fine, but Riddle will need all of the aftercare he can get.
The redhead in question shows up just as Floyd had begun changing to his merfolk form in the water. Riddle had a loose, white coverup on. However, it barely hid the red bathing suit bottom he had on. Just as Floyd had requested, he wore something small. It was probably made for women, if Floyd had to guess. But from what he could see, it fit Riddle just right.
“Looking good, fishy~!”
He waved at the other, Floyd’s body now bigger and longer. His torso and up was the only part of him not in the water. As Riddle got closer, Floyd could see the blush on his face. He practically had to hump the wet bottom of sand where the tide met the beach to keep himself tame. Riddle could clearly see him getting worked up, and relished in the attention. While it was he who would be taking eggs, Floyd wouldn’t be in much control either.
“You’re already making a mess. Stop at once so we can at least greet each other!”
“Sir yes sir~!”
Floyd comically salutes before turning onto his back. It somewhat eases the adrenaline that had started coursing through him. Despite his position, he leans his head up to see Riddle as he finally reaches the tide. He watches the other sit down rather politely for someone who’s going to get fucked out of their kind in a few minutes. Floyd scooches closer so he can rest his head in Riddle’s lap.
“Did I do a good job~? I got everything you’d need for after we’re done.”
“I see, but what about during? We may have to do it in the water, but we’ll still need lube.”
“Nahh. My dicks are plenty slimy. We just gotta stretch you out so you can take the egging one~.”
Right, that. Floyd had shown Riddle what his cocks (yes, there were two) looked like weeks ago. They weren’t even going to try having him take both this time, but even one required preparation. It’s why Riddle had spent the past week stretching his hole with all sorts of toys Floyd gave him. It helped that he was a size queen, but this was going to be a lot.
“I doubt it’s THAT slick.”
“It is! Look!”
Before Riddle can say anything else, Floyd reaches down to rub at his pelvis. Anyone who doesn’t know merfolk biology would think he’s just weird. But Riddle knows better. He watches intently as two cocks slowly made their way out of the area Floyd was rubbing. The merfolk’s hands were soon filled with his dicks, Floyd proudly showing off.
“See? They’re nice and ready for you~. I built up some eggs so you’ll be nice and full.”
Riddle can’t help but keep watching him. Even though he keeps himself rather composed, his insides are screaming at him to make a move.
“I-I should make sure you aren’t making things up! The rules would surely require that I inspect your, ah, assets to ensure quality!”
His legs open, letting Floyd’s head fall between them. Riddle barely notices, however, as he climbs on top of the merfolk’s body. His face only meets the other’s belly button, but it doesn’t take too long to crawl down to his cocks. He takes a moment just to stare in awe. Floyd keeps his hand wrapped around the base of both appendages, his other resting on Riddle’s thigh.
“Like what you see~? Maybe it’d be best if you tasted it.”
“D-Don’t tell me what to do! I’ll decide to suck it on my own!”
Riddle watches as Floyd pumps both cocks at once. The redhead bites his lip, holding a groan in. But soon Floyd puts all of his attention to the cock closest to Riddle, leaning it toward the redhead’s lips.
“So? What’re you gonna do~?”
“I…”
He takes a breath in and out before his lips finally make contact with the tip. It’s certainly slimey, much like a tentacle. He knows there’s no use in licking it, but he gives the cock a few kitten licks on the side. The fishy taste he expected never came, instead tasting like nothing really. It was like when he sucked on Floyd’s normal cock, except more wet.
Before Floyd was even prepared, Riddle took the head in between his lips. But the eelman adapted quick, practically feeding his cock into Riddle’s mouth. He watched from behind as the redhead went lower and lower. Riddle felt the second cock drag across his face as he made his way down, leaving a trail fluid. His throat, now filled with Floyd’s girthy cock, practically messaged it. Floyd had to keep himself from moving, letting Riddle set the pace.
“My fishy is making me feel so good~.”
Riddle could barely focus on what Floyd said as he finally reached Floyd’s hand. His ass wasn’t the hole he prepared. He’d gotten himself to orally take the same toys that were being used down below. What helped him both then and now was that he closed his mind to any other thoughts. His eyes closed as he relaxed his throat, ironically one of the few times he could calm down. Like he was made for this.
Meanwhile, Floyd began to remove the other’s coverup. It slipped off easy, revealing how the swimsuit barely held Riddle’s now hard cock. He was small enough to fit into the bottoms, but it still left a (in Floyd’s opinion) hot bulge. While he didn’t want to startle the other while he was concentrating, he did want to do something.
“Goldfishie~ Can I try something? Let me really manhandle you and I’ll really get you off~!”
That snapped Riddle out of his cock induced trance. He slowly lifted himself off, tongue making sure to make it extra enjoyable for the eel.
“Hm? What do you mean by manhandle?”
“Do you reeeally want to know?”
Silence for a few seconds.
“… Just do it.”
With a chuckle, Floyd sat up, both arms grabbing into Riddle. But instead of flipping him, he kept Riddle facing the floor. Lifting himself off upside down, Floyd made sure the other was securely held in his arm. It gave him perfect access to Riddle bottom, something he was eager to ravish.
“You good?”
For the most part, Riddle looked a little caught off guard, but not against it. He always made it obvious when he truly hated something.
“Y-yes. What exactly is your plan for this?”
He doesn’t answer, instead moving the bikini bottom aside so that he has full access to Riddle’s ass. In his eel form, his tongue was much longer. It slipped almost easily into Riddle’s hole, causing the redhead to moan. It wasn’t the first time he’d eaten him out, but it was the first with this tongue. He could really open Riddle up like this.
“Oh, OH-“
Riddle became a mess, dangling with very little effort to help Floyd keep him up. But he hadn’t been done when Floyd decided to pick him up. So down he went once more, this time giving the second dick some love. Floyd had told him that this was the one where the eggs came out. Instead of deepthroating it like the first one, Riddle simply bobbed his mouth up and down the upper half. His hands finally decided to stay firmly planted on the eels tail, though he didn’t need to do much.
While they could’ve both come just like this, Floyd decided to switch things up again. His tongue left the warmth of Riddle’s ass. Riddle didn’t have time to empty his mouth before Floyd took all of the redhead’s cock in his mouth. It was easy, especially in this form. Riddle would’ve squealed if his mouth was free, but his body still tried to let a noise out. The vibrations it left against Floyd’s cock made him even more horny. He quickly removed Riddle’s cock from his mouth.
“Can I cum? Ah, don’t worry! I can keep going in this body. I just wanna-“
Riddle would look up, the second cock on the edge of his lips.
“You will wait just a little longer, pet-“
The nickname makes Floyd growl, but he would play along. Riddle went back to the first cock, practically making out with the tip. His hands reached to stroke the appendage. Oozes of precum escaped Floyd, making a small mess as Riddle lapped up whatever came out. Floyd thought it must’ve been a few minutes of this, too horny to keep track of time. He’d occasionally lick at Riddle’s cock, watching the redhead tighten up whenever he did.
“N-Now! Do it now!”
Floyd needed little else to let go. He came with a groan, head leaning back. Riddle kept his mouth on him as the eelman came hard. It was more than the average human could produce. His second cock even let out a little cum. Riddle greedily took as much as he could, though some would inevitably spill down his chin. Most of it just ended up on Floyd’s tail, considering the angle.
“Oh fishy~! Make sure to eat it all up! Take all of it~!”
He leaned back, now able to use one of his hands to scoop up some of the fallen cum. It was quickly shoved into Riddle’s mouth, who moaned around the digits. Floyd didn’t stop until he was sure the mess was cleaned up and down Riddle’s throat. He let Riddle lay down, the both using the time to catch their breath.
“Ha… You good, fishy? Wanna continue?”
“Don’t you DARE think I’m done!”
Riddle proceeded to lift himself up enough to crawl toward the water. Floyd was right behind him, struggling a little until he was mostly back in. He was quick to take hold of Riddle, making sure the other was in no danger of going under.
“Aren’t you tired from all of that? You should rest a bit-“
“You left me painfully hard while you got to shoot all over me! Fuck me, now!”
Riddle huffed, looking up. The water was a cold shock to his body, specifically on his erect cock. Somehow, the swimsuit bottoms stayed on though hiding nothing at all. Seeing that Floyd still look a little worried, Riddle grinded against the other’s still out cocks. His leg nudged and pushed against the second cock.
“Do it, then! Or I’ll torture you out here…”
He waited for a response, their eyes locked. Floyd suddenly broke into an almost creepy grin. Something dark seemed to cross his face as he tightly grabbed the other.
“You wanna get dangerous, goldfishie? Cause I can really fuck you~. Just bend you any way I want.”
Riddle felt panicked, but extremely horny. He let out a soft moan before answering.
“I need you to fuck me already-“
Riddle was soon flipped around, barely registering it as Floyd grabbed his legs. He practically folded the smaller man, his legs pointed up in the air. There was no way Riddle was moving from this. Strong hands held him at his knees as Riddle was forced to expose himself. His hole was mercilessly rubbed and poked at by both cocks, though neither went any further than that. The eelman’s body allowed him to bend with ease so that the most important cock for this could easily sandwich itself between his cheeks.
“I’m gonna get you pregnant, fishy~. You can’t even do anything about it. Ah~!”
Floyd let his tip slip into the loosened hole with a plethora of moans. Riddle, on the other hand, was screaming in ecstasy. There was little resistance as Floyd slipped further and further into his hole. The burning pleasure made Riddle practically cry. But tears wouldn’t spill until the whole thing was in. It was like a dam had broken as he felt something funny in his stomach. He frantically reached to feel, realizing the small bump that formed.
“I-Is that an egg?”
“Huh? It’s just my cock.”
Riddle whimpered, realizing just how big Floyd was. His fingers traced the bulge, fascinated. But soon it disappeared, and Riddle felt the other slowly ease out. He gasped, looking back.
“Hey! Sto-“
He choked on his words as Floyd soon pushed back in. The man was suddenly full once more, sobbing and moaning like a common slut. Floyd chuckled deeply as he repeated his actions. Riddle fell deeper and deeper into a pit of lust as Floyd used him like a hole to be fucked. At some point, his stomach felt even more heated as an orgasm ripped through him. But Floyd didn’t care, continuing to fuck him like an animal. Not that any of it mattered as the ocean’s water cleaned away any cum he’d let out.
“Floyd, please-! M-Make me yours!”
He yelled out commands when he could, but they fell on deaf ears. The merfolk was more focused on fucking and egging. Soon, a bulge formed toward the base of his cock. It felt heavenly passing through him, Floyd reduced to growling and groaning. The bump went up before stopping at Riddle’s hole.
“Ah~! Is that it? C-Can it get in?”
Floyd wanted to say that he’d make it fit, but instead continued to thrust in and out. He had to bully Riddle’s hole to finally let the egg slip in.
Riddle screamed. Loud. In both plain and intense pleasure. He felt the egg slip past his hole and travel up until it left Floyd. The small weight of it weighed on his prostate before slipping further up. His body came again, this time dry as he spasmed and shuddered. He wondered how the egg hadn’t been crushed as he tightened and thrashed, but it stayed in tact. Floyd held him in place, Riddle feeling stuck with this orb of pleasure sitting in him.
Before he could even process everything, he felt a second egg push inside of him. He braced himself for it to join the first one, soon feeling even heavier. It slid inside, Riddle’s hands feeling his stomach start to ever so slightly bulge.
“O-One more, fishy~.”
Floyd managed to break past his feral fucking. But it didn’t last long, Riddle feeling himself get pounded once again. He wasn’t sure how long it took for the third egg as he’d gone blank by then. He was conscious, and yet unable to do anything but pant, beg, and moan. But eventually, he felt once more the burn of an egg being pushed past his prostate. This time, Floyd didn’t even pull out, blocking the eggs from getting out. Instead, Riddle was forced to feel his stomach as he sat with the weight of three eggs.
“So full… I can feel it…”
As the realization that he was actually filled with merfolk eggs settled on him, Floyd began to travel back to the shore. Finally letting those eggs out cleared his head. Suddenly, he became protective and utterly in love with the other. Even if the eggs were infertile, he couldn’t help but feel like there were babies. He gently settled Riddle on the sand, lying beside him as he held his hand.
The two stayed like that for some time, Riddle holding Floyd’s hand while his other hand rested upon the small bump of his stomach. He even rubbed it at times, as if he was really pregnant. But eventually a feeling of uncomfortableness came across Riddle, which he made known as he grumbled.
“Ready to empty out?”
Riddle could only nod, throat sore from his earlier display. Floyd leaned over to spread Riddle’s legs once more.
“How do I even do this? Just… push?!”
“Mmhmm! It shouldn’t take too long at all!”
Riddle sighed, mustering the rest of his energy to push. His hand pressed down softly, hoping it would help with movement. Whether it did or not, it only took a minute for the eggs to finally come out. They were more circular than he thought they’d be. He hadn’t expected chicken eggs, of course. But they were unusual. Before he could think on it anymore, Floyd picked him up. Riddle felt a fluffy towel under him only a few seconds later, the redhead curling up. A water bottle was placed next to his hand, which he gratefully took. As he gulped the water down, Floyd got to taking the eggs back into the water.
Riddle had gone and had one of the snacks Floyd brought before finally falling asleep. By the time he woke up, the sun was setting and Floyd laid next to him. He was still in that eel form, not that Riddle minded. Floyd, whose eyes hadn’t left Riddle the entire time he slept, was soon curling up against him.
“Ah, don’t talk too much, fishy! Your throat needs to rest as much as your body.”
Riddle weakly mumbled, even though he’d usually insist he’s fine. His body really did feel wrecked. He could feel Floyd trying to massage his legs as he once against closed his eyes. He really did love this stupid eel.