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Ovipositing in the Second Dimension	By : BuyGold Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 1657 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Ovipositing in the Second Dimension
- 1
"Who are you?" you ask the glowing cyclopean triangle who has just appeared in what was previously a typical naked-at-school-and-about-to-take-an-exam-you-haven't-studied-for dream.
"I'm your BEST NIGHTMARE, TOOTS," the yellow triangle replies. "THE NAME'S BILL CIPHER! I'm here to REVEAL the GOSPEL of DIMENSIONS TO YOU! PREPARE your FRAGILE MIND to experience FOUR, FIVE, SIX DIMENSIONS AND BEYOND!"
"Actually, could we start with the second dimension? I have a geometry test to take after I find my clothes and I haven't studied for it."
A passing student looks you up and down, then bursts into giggles.
"Oh, you don't WANNA go THERE. It's all FLAT MINDS in a FLAT WORLD with FLAT DREAMS. The SIXTH DIMENSION is where the PARTY STARTS!"
"But aren't you from the second dimension? You are a triangle."
A small crowd of students has formed around you now, whispering to each other while keeping their eyes on you. You ignore them.
"Yes, but I LIBERATED my DIMENSION—with FIRE! There are other FLAT LANDS which HAVEN'T BEEN SO LUCKY."
"Can I see just one?"
An adult wearing a power tie is quickly approaching you.
"This is WHAT I GET for trying to do something NICE FOR SOMEONE. FINE, TOOTS, ONE QUICK STOP to a TWO-DIMENSIONAL WORLD."
The hallway around you begins to melt, and you soon feel yourself shrinking down smaller and smaller. A look at Bill shows that his arms and legs have retracted into his body, and his eye has migrated to one of his angles. You also feel your arms and legs merging with the rest of your body, while your eyes and mouth have combined into one body part that now sits at the top of your head. Soon you are so flat that all you can see is one of Bill's glowing, now colorless sides.
"SINCE YOU'RE A WOMAN, I'VE MADE YOU INTO A STRAIGHT LINE. ALL WOMEN ARE STRAIGHT LINES HERE, and ALL MEN ARE POLYGONS. NO ONE HAS ANY COLOR, EITHER. I WARNED YOU it was BORING."
After a few false starts, you find that you are able to respond by focusing on speaking from the top of your head.
"Why can't I see your shape anymore?"
"YOUR EYE IS FLAT TOO, and it's at the SAME LEVEL AS EVERYTHING ELSE. To see my SHAPE, you'd have to be ABOVE ME, with your EYE POINTED STRAIGHT DOWN. NOW YOU'LL HAVE TO START HUMMING AND MOVING YOUR BACK FROM SIDE TO SIDE UNLESS YOU WANNA GET THROWN IN THE SLAMMER."
Just moving takes you a few tries, but once you start focusing on imagining your back shifting from side to side, you find that following through physically isn't difficult. In fact, the rhythmic motion is a little pleasurable. Humming comes naturally as long as you focus on the top of your head.
"NICE WORK, TOOTS. KEEP IT UP. ALL WOMEN HAVE TO MAINTAIN UNDULATIONS AND A PEACE-CRY IN THIS DUMP."
You walk down what you can only guess is a street with Bill, getting used to propelling yourself forward while moving your back from side to side. The black line of what you suppose to be the sidewalk suddenly opens into a small space through which you can see the far wall shading off.
"THIS IS THE WOMEN'S ENTRANCE to a HOTEL. I'LL GO AROUND and use the MEN'S. We can EAVESDROP HERE so you can get a SENSE OF HOW BORING EVERYONE'S LIVES ARE."
You enter the hotel and, as directed, start listening in on people's conversations, just audible over the sound of your humming and that of the other women present. Soon after Bill joins you, you find yourself drawn to the hushed conversation of a couple discussing the timing of their next rendezvous. After they've left, you find that you have a burning question to ask Bill.
"Bill, how do people get intimate here?" you whisper.
"Ah, your sick raw biological urge to reproduce rears its ever-present head," he whispers back. "I'll show you what you want." Bill walks to the counter and books a room, then turns back to you. "COME ON."
You follow him deeper into the building, eventually stepping through an opening into an apparently private space.
"YOU CAN STOP MOVING YOUR BACK NOW."
Soon after you stop, you feel Bill's side grinding against one of yours. The warm friction is pleasurable enough that a soft moan escapes your eye-mouth. You quickly begin rubbing Bill back, your linear body loving every second of it. The grinding produces a hot, intense sensation that spreads from your side to the rest of your straight body. Bill starts grinding against you more intensely, leaving you helpless with lust.
"Is this how you have sex?" you manage to ask after a few minutes of intense grinding.
A moment after you ask the question, you feel something begin to grow out of your stomach on the end opposite to that which Bill is pleasuring.
"NO, WE'RE JUST GETTING WARMED UP. LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU FEEL IT SPROUTING."
"I feel it now," you whisper as you feel the thin appendage becoming longer. "Aren't men usually the ones who get erections?"
"BABIES ARE POLYGONS HERE. WOMEN ARE LINES. SEE the PROBLEM, TOOTS? BABIES DON'T FIT INSIDE THEIR MOTHERS. WOMEN have to LAY THEIR EGGS IN MEN for this to WORK."
Your new appendage is hot, hard, and itching to be used. You're surprised by how exquisitely sensitive all but the tip feels.
"Bill, could I lay my eggs in you?" you ask, voice trembling.
"BEG ME."
"Bill, please. I wanna... pump my eggs into you really bad. I just know it would feel so amazing."
"AMAZING FOR WHO? GET DETAILED.”
"Both of us," you whisper, feeling an oddly-numb, wet sensation at the end of your new appendage. "I don't know exactly how this works, but I know this could feel incredible for both of us. Please, I'm ready to fill you up with my eggs."
"OK, YOU WIN, TOOTS." You feel Bill grind his way up your side, carefully avoiding your eye-mouth, then slowly push himself against the tip of your ovipositor. "There's SOME SERIOUS ANESTHETIC on the TIP," he explains, rubbing the end of your stinger against himself. "I think I'll NEED it. It's been a LONG, LONG TIME SINCE I'VE FELT A STINGER IN ME."
"Are you ready?" you ask, itching to penetrate him.
"GO FOR IT."
You slowly push the tip of your ovipositor into his deliciously warm body.
"DO YOU LIKE THAT?"
"Fuck yes."
"HOW DOES HAVING YOUR OVIPOSITOR IN ME MAKE YOU FEEL?"
"Really fucking good."
You continue to slowly push your ovipositor into Bill's side, getting lost in the rhythm of thrusts. Since you pierced his body, the opening is incredibly tight, perfect for your stinger. Bill grunts with each entry, trembling slightly. Your tool feels hot and wet, with the numbness at the tip adding to the parade of new sensations. You move your whole body with each thrust, putting everything into each delicious entry. You let out a trembling moan. All thoughts melt away except for one: satisfying your lust.
"I already feel like I'm gonna cum," you whisper, pushing your ovipositor in nearly to the hilt. "I'm not used to this."
"YOU WANT ME TO BE BURSTING WITH YOUR EGGS?"
"Yes," you moan, stinger now buried to the hilt in Bill's flesh. You're so close to climax that you can barely speak; you feel as though your consciousness has slipped into your stinger.
"THEN BLAST YOUR EGGS INTO ME!"
After one final thrust, you feel a mind-melting, spasming explosion radiating from your stinger through the rest of your body as one of your point-sized eggs slides down your ovipositor and into Bill's side. Bill gasps. Another one comes, leaving you panting. Bill's next gasp is ragged and loud, but you can barely pay attention to it. Another egg comes, and another, and yet another, extending into one long orgasm. Bill is now panting, too. You don't know how Bill can take this, but you're beyond thinking straight enough to ponder this. You moan as another egg enters Bill, the sound joining in with his gasps. Finally, you send your last egg into his stuffed body.
You hear Bill sigh raggedly, although you can't be sure if it's with pure pleasure or relief.
"I'M CHOCK FULL OF YOUR EGGS NOW," says Bill "ONLY ONE OR TWO USUALLY HATCH, THOUGH, SINCE THEY ABSORB EACH OTHER. ACTUALLY, SINCE THIS IS JUST A DREAM, NONE WILL HATCH, but that's FINE WITH ME."
You finally feel yourself coming back to your senses.
"BE CAREFUL TO PULL YOUR OVIPOSITOR OUT SLOWLY AND VERY STRAIGHT."
You follow his directions, and soon find that your stinger is retreating back into your body.
"Thank you," you manage. "That felt so good."
"THAT WAS NOTHING. IF YOU'RE LUCKY, I'LL LET YOU VENT YOUR SICK URGE ON ME IN THE SEVENTH DIMENSION."
It occurs to you that Bill has played you, orchestrating your entire encounter for his sexual fulfillment.
"I'm ready," you reply.
The walls around you begin to melt once more.
"LET'S GET WEIRD."
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