#oviposition

!!!Warning- Ovi fetish!!!
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Ischnura elegans

Saddle-backed bush cricket (Ephippiger ephippiger)

1 male

2 female during oviposition

I Know it’s a little late, but oh well

She knew she shouldn’t eat candy from a stranger, I mean, it’s not like the Easter bunny left the basket on her door, hell it wasn’t even Easter till tomorrow. She looked at the fake pink grass with disdain, casually plucking a chocolate egg out and giving it a suspicious eye. It seemed… ordinary. She unwrapped the tinfoil wrapper and popped it into her mouth, it was a rich and creamy chocolate that left her feeling hungry for more.

In a few minuets she had gone to town on the small basket and all that was left was a basket of plastic grass. She had eaten all of the candy and was starting to feel a little sick from eating so much chocolate so quickly. It had tasted so good though, she wished that she had some more actually. She brushed a stray lock of her blonde hair from her face as she stood, walking toward her bedroom. She yawned deeply and laid down on her bed. It wasn’t like her to get this tired in mid afternoon, and why did she feel so funny…

She didn’t get a chance to finish her thoughts, having passed out from the effects of the strange chocolate. Hours must have passed because it already dark when she woke. As she stirred awake she felt a small piece of paper fall from her chest. It was a note… someone had broken in and left a note. She swung her feet over the edge of the bed, they felt like she was wearing slippers. She bent down and picked up the note, a large floppy white ear fell over her face and she pushed it out of the way without realizing. Holding the note up to her face she read the elegant font.

Congratulations!

I’ve chosen YOU to become one of my helpers this Easter. Now that you have eaten the full basket of chocolate you are most likely already changed into a more fitting form and will..

She stopped reading the strange note as she began to take note of the strange things she saw and felt. The large fluffy slippers on her feet, the odd sensation above her ass by the end of her spine, the urge to twitch her nose, the long floppy bunny ears that she could feel!?

She got up and sprang forward, nearly tackling her floor length mirror. Her legs certainly had more spring to them. She looked at herself in the mirror in confusion. She looked like she was half girl half rabbit, and like she had put on weight. Her normally flat stomach looked like she had eaten way too much, or like she was a few months pregnant. She rubbed it softly and felt something shift. The feeling was unlike anything she had felt before and she rushed to the bathroom.

A half hour later she exited the bathroom, a large handful of brightly colored eggs in her hand, and the urge to go and hide them before morning on her mind.

Eastered

This was what Lydia got for wanting an authentic vintage Easter basket. In all reality, it didn’t even look that old, she had been sold mostly on stories of its craftsmanship and rarity, but it was quite plain, at least visually. The true unique qualities of the basket only became obvious once one touched it close to Easter, that started the changes that ultimately lead to her current situation. As if turning into a rabbitgirl hadn’t been bad enough, there was the eggs. When Lydia said that she filled the basket herself she was being quite literal, twice a day she laid about a dozen brightly colored chocolate filled eggs. It took over an hour to lay them all and the experience was oddly erotic, which only made the whole thing that much worse in some ways.

Easter was early in April this year, and Lydia was looking forward to arrange a cute Easter basket and taking cute photos to upload to Instagram. She had all of her lighting and decorations set, and she was adjusting the position of the basket when she felt something odd; her nose twitched and tingled like she had deeply inhaled peppermint. She rubbed her nose as her eyes watered and stung, her skin starting to itch. Lydia sat her camera down and took a step toward the hall that led to her bathroom, but she didn’t make it far. Her feet cramped and she lost her balance, over ending and landing heavily on the floor with a thud. Lydia groaned and slowly got to a sitting position. Lydia’s eyes went wide.

Lydia’s feet were huge, having swollen to nearly twice their normal size and now stuck in an arched position. She reached down and rubbed them only to feel a velvety soft layer of fine hairs that were just starting to darken. Lydia watched as her feet disappeared beneath a layer of what looked like…

“F-fur?” Lydia stuttered the word out. “What is going on!?” Lydia shouted as the fur started growing on her legs and the itchy twitchy feeling in her nose was joined by a similar sensation in her ears. She could already see that her nose looked oddly shaped and pink by looking at it, and she didn’t need to touch her ears to know they were changing shape and size. Lydia scrambled to her feet and ran as fast as her ungainly feet let her. Eventually she reached the imagined safety of the bathroom and shut herself in. She spent the next half hour watching herself slowly turn into some half woman half rabbit in the mirror. The whole thing was unreal, like a dream gone wrong, everything had been fine until she started adjusting the position of the basket.

“Basket..” She needed the basket, needed it badly. She unlocked the bathroom door and bolted as fast as her rabbit feet could go, nearly tackling the basket in relief. Without knowing why she squatted over the basket and felt the first of many eggs coming.

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Lydia’s followers were confused when they saw more of her usually pretty photos, but now featuring herself dressed as a rabbitgirl. It was convincing prosthesis or makeup, and she got many questions as to how she managed to keep her tail in place or how she affected such realistic ears. Nobody knew her real secret though, and they just thought she had become a bit obsessive about Easter now that seemingly all her posts revolved around eggs and dressing up like a rabbitgirl.

Pickled Predicament

Valery was looking for something to prove to her friends that she did have a wild side, that she wasn’t as uptight and reserved as they portrayed her to be. She had eagerly joined them on this girls night out, and while this bar wasn’t her ideal place to spend a night, it was a good place to try and embrace being spontaneous. It was this attitude that had her asking the bar tender for one of the pickled eggs from the jar at the counter. The other girls had said that it was always full, and that they had never seen anyone order any from it, it had apparently become somewhat of an ongoing joke that it was the same jar from when the bar opened up over a decade ago.

Valery was determined to prove she was some sort of maverick and ignored the incredulous looks from her friend as she sat down and set about consuming the appetizer. She ate a rather large bite and was immediately assaulted by the pungent garlic and sour vinegar of the egg. It burned her sinuses and she nearly coughed and choked. It took Valery a great deal of willpower to finish off the egg and not look like she had been ruined by the overwhelming taste. The eggs had definitely had quite a long time to marinate in the brine and the taste had been anything but subtle.

Her friends were amused by her reckless consumption of the mystery eggs and they ordered a new round of drinks. Valery felt good about herself that she was able to do something unexpected, even if she nearly gagged doing it. It was almost a half hour later when Valery started to get stomach cramps. At first they were so minor that she didn’t notice them, but after some light dancing they started to really get uncomfortable. She was considering going to the bathroom or the hospital when one of her friends asked her something that caught her off guard.

“Woah, nice ears val! Dressin’ up for Halloween early or something?”

Valery looked at her friend in confusion, the song playing in the bar was pretty loud, but she thought she heard her friend say something about her ears. She reached up and felt to large pointed shapes that didn’t feel like how her ears should. She ran, nearly stumbling as she pushed past people to get to the bathroom, leaving her stunned friend behind.

She looked at herself in the dimly lit bathrooms mirror, sure enough she had oddly pointed ears that looked like she was dressing up as an elf for Halloween. As she fretted and poked at them she began to feel a tense and itchy feeling from that spot on your back that’s hard to reach. She tried to turn and she what was going on in the reflection, but lifting her shirt didn’t allow her to see much at this angle. Her feet felt constricted by her overly tight heels and she was about to take them off when a clawed toe ripped through the fabric. Valery stared at the talon-like claw that had shredded her favorite shoes. More talons burst free and soon the shoes were destroyed by her growing feet.

Valery tumbled onto her ass, her balance was quite off after a combo of alcohol and.. bird feet? She couldn’t describe them as anything else, and at that moment she wished she had been drunk enough that this could be some sort of alcoholic hallucination, but it was as real as the feathers that were poking out the front of her pants. She pulled off her pants and panties to find she had a short tail of sorts, covered in long brown feathers. It was no stranger than the clawed and scaly feet, but she was really started to freak out now. A sudden pressure and a woosh of noise as her wings burst free of her shirt and unfurled jumped her and Valery tried to scramble away before figuring out that it was just her wings.

Wings!? She had wings, like real wings. Could she fly? Was she turning into a bird? Her thoughts raced and she was breathing heavily as she tried to figure out what was going on. Everything had been fine until she ate that damn egg earlier. Eggs, something about the word felt ominous. Maybe it was the corresponding cramp that accompanied the word, or maybe it was the connection to a bird, either way, Valery knew they were what was responsible. No wonder nobody ate them, they turned people into birds. Valery tried to stand but still was having difficulty maneuvering. As she got onto all fours she felt something, a pressure and a need, a need to..

With a groan and a small push Valery felt like a huge weight had been lifted. The pressure was gone and after a quick plop and a thud, a large egg slid across the bathroom floor. Valery had laid an egg. A football sized egg had just come out of her. Valery picked the egg up in shock, it was very warm and her first instinct was to wash it off after it had been on the floor of the bathroom. As Valery cleaned the egg she heard a knock on the bathroom door. It was one of her friends checking up on her to see if the pickled egg had killed her yet. Valery looked herself over in the mirror, talons, feathers, wings, her pointed ears, all the while carrying a huge egg. Maybe she was dead, the old Valery certainly was gone, and this new Valery felt more wild than ever.

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Here’s a boy stuffed to the brim with 200 eggs

A character design I doodled a while back, inspired by a couple of friends OCs/fursonas, a retired line of oviposition adoptables, and how abstracted cutesy designs like hello kitty or calico critters are from their base animals.

The pink patches of flesh respond to gentle touch & the purple has deeper nerves & respond well to rough jabbing & scratching treatment. Milk secreting divots number 12 along the purple milk-line stripes, & the chest & stomach ‘heart’ patches respond best to the thumping sensation of a small, sleeping heartbeat.
The beak opens up fruit or sleeping creatures & the tongue rests within the opened food& absorbs nutrients like a stomach lining. For fauna it prefers parasitism to aggressive predation, & likes to bond & stay with a food 'host’ to prevent transferring diseases between prey in case the food 'host’ is also a viable egg host.
It’s sentient but prefers to be non-verbal, since it’s not very equipped for it.

Lewds of my pathfinder kobold