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penguinmayhem !iqXq.mBgS.
It was a frosty November morning just after dawn. The sky was a pale off-white from horizon to horizon. The winds were calm for the moment, and the air unusually clear. All around the sugar-frosted landscape sparkled whitely under a fresh blanket of powdery snow. There was no twittering of birdsong or chirruping insects to be heard in the early morning calm. The rush of commuters had yet to begin. Only a few brave soles had ventured out into the bitter stillness, of those only the foolish were not heavily dressed for the cold.

Hinamori Amu had dressed warmly. Long sleeved blouse and thick beige sweater, crimson scarf and puffy golden brown gloves, hefty black boots with white woolen socks and a pair of scarlet legwarmers that reached her knees. Her aversion to the cold had lost out against her more carnal urges in the end. From hip to knee, all that covered the delicately girlish youngster was a pleated red-and-brown skirt long enough to cover her thighs, yet short enough to leave a hint of bare skin between the hem and the edge of her socks. Underneath the reassuringly heavy curtain of fabric, there was only naked, cold-paled female skin.
>> penguinmayhem !iqXq.mBgS.
It was a whole new leap up from being able to tell that it was coming and know just when it would happen down to a reasonable accuracy, to being able to actually hold it back. The contractions had ceased some hours previous, and Amu had somehow been able to hold them back until now by sheer force of will. She was powerless to stop the hormonal effects that flooded her body and made her shiver from head to toe and caused a hot squirt of strong-smelling fluid from the sore, pouting slit of her cunny every five minutes or so. Along the fifteen kilometre trip from the warmth of home to the chilly whiteness of the park, she had been forced to stop repeatedly. At most she had dashed into the nearest public restroom, stuffed a wad of tissue paper into the front of her panties and continued on, hoping that things would die down. A few times, her body had demanded more attention, and she had wound up removing her underwear altogether on the last stop, stuffing them sopping wet with her own juices into her own mouth to muffle the sounds of her sexual frustration while her fingers mashed the mound of her clitoris until the release washed over her like a wave.

That pair was now stuffed into her pocket. Not her favourite pair, but they were good nonetheless, frilly little lace-crotched knickers that more resembled a thong with what pitiful coverage they provided. There they would remain until she could think up an inventive way to dispose of them. Their absence meant that every time the hem of her skirt shifted, which was every time she so much as moved either leg, Amu was rewarded with a draft of cold November air breezing over her tender inner thighs and the incredibly sensitive surface of her immature pubic mound.
>> penguinmayhem !iqXq.mBgS.
In the lonely cold of the park with nary a sole in sight, Amu let a delirious giggle from her lips. She span on one foot, feeling the skirt shifting around her, enjoying the stimulation of icy air whispering over the bald mound of her pubis.

An energetically overactive young girl with a voracious sexual appetite, Amu was nothing if not resourceful. With a lack of proper toys, she had learned to improvise masturbatory aids from any number of common household objects. Over time, the perversion of otherwise mundane items into sexual devices had culminated its own twisted excitement in her to the point that she found herself more and more often being turned on by the sight or sensation of completely ordinary things. Toothbrushes, lipsticks, pencils, all now had sexual connotations in her subconscious. She thought of these things fondly, red-faced, as she picked out a quiet spot along the path next to a stand of pine trees.

There was no sign of life in any direction, but it was still such an exposed location that Amu felt a moment of hesitation. She pushed it aside firmly and set to finding the perfect spot, just off the path in the shallow snow dunes sheltered under the shade of a fir. The curving line of trees meant that anyone walking up from either direction would be out of her sight until they were almost past, and anyone passing by would be getting a most intimate view indeed.
>> penguinmayhem !iqXq.mBgS.
Trembling, Amu gripped tightly at the pleated hem of her skirt and held it aloft above her waist. She put her feet together, turned them heel-to-heel and then squatted down so her buttocks almost touched her ankles. Her knees splayed out to either side, leaving her soaking pussy on display for all to see. The thought sent a quiver up her spine and a jet of fluid out onto the virgin snow.

Now was the real challenge. She would be running out of time any minute. Soon, people would start out on their daily routine and no doubt some of them would be passing by. She had to get it done fast, and fast was something that didn't seem to work with this particular event. It took however long it took, and sometimes more.

She gripped the skirt edge in her teeth and let it take the brunt of her clenching jaw. Her fingers ran on automatic, so well accustomed by now to the slithering run down her lower belly and along the jutting mound of her young cunt, massaging their tips up and down either side of her slit until it frothed and ached for attention. This time she had no patience for teasing herself to a climax first. Her middle finger pressed tight down onto her vaginal slit, grinding the knuckle into herself with deliberate force, while two more pressed down on her outer labia and slowly spread them apart to an obscene splay. Her fingertips deftly found a mark between those plump lips and sank an inch or so inward, only to spread apart once more, this time opening her cunt itself to the air. Amu groaned into her skirt as her pussy gaped from end to end, gasping open along its rippling muscular length as if trying to suck the freezing air into its depths. The sensation of a frosty breeze blowing right up her cunt and into the yawning cavern of her womb sent a whole new flurry of spasms through her body, bringing forth yet more juice squirting onto the snowy ground.
>> penguinmayhem !iqXq.mBgS.
The mass within her shifted again, as if responding to her actions. Convulsions pulsed across the lining of her womb, muscular walls contracting around the hard object inside and forcing it downward, pushing it out. As she felt the pointed end squeeze through her stretched cervix, her kegel muscles automatically gripped the slick, gem-studded surface and began their well practiced rippling motion. The egg shifted, strained against the overstretched rim of Amu's painfully sensitive cervix, then finally was sucked through into her cunt itself with an audible pop.

Amu listened as a brief but vicious scream echoed around the park, her face so flushed that she was starting to feel light-headed. The silken fabric rubbing against her nipples as they stiffened sent lightning bolts along her spine. Her inner thighs were slippery slick with a mixture of her ever-gushing juices and perspiration that refused to evaporate in the frosty morning air. Her labia flexed against her fingers. Ever so slowly, the egg moved down her short young vaginal tunnel, until at last the tip poked out of the gaping hole between her thighs.

It was a rich deep blue in colour and rock-hard and heavy inside her, an unforgivingly stiff surface that cooled rapidly as it slid from the young girl's body a millimetre at a time. A coiled band of gold a finger's width across ran from the very point along the body of the thing into an ever-narrowing spiral at the other end. Around the thumbnail sized blotch of gold was a ring of tiny diamonds like grains of sugar. Rubies interrupted the perfectly smooth surface at regular intervals along the spiralling band, tapering in size towards the wider end as the gold thinned. With an obscene slurping sound that seemed awfully loud in the silence of the park, the egg finally slid free and fell to the ground with a muffled thump, barely sinking into the thick snow cover.
>> penguinmayhem !iqXq.mBgS.
Emptied, Amu's vagina collapsed on itself in violent pulsing contractions as if trying to crush some phantom intruder, sending the young girl sprawling out on her back in the snow, her legs kicking out spastically and stuffing her cunt-soaked hand into her mouth to stifle another scream. What gushed from her frantically spasming pussy was a waterfall in its own rights, wave after wave of the clear, bittersweet fluid splashing over the glistening shape of the freshly laid egg. That rich blue rock soon sat in a puddle of preteen cunt juice, a thin sheen coating it from end to end only adding to the sparkle of the gems set into its surface.

Amu eventually decided that leaving it like that wouldn't be for the best after all. She raked snow over her spent vaginal emissions, then made the best pillow of her lace panties she could manage and set the egg on top, using more snow to hide the frilly undergarment from view. Perhaps if someone investigated more closely, if they were to actually pick the egg up, they would see and know.

That thought accompanied Amu to school that morning, making her grind her still soaking wet prepubescent thighs together all the way through her morning classes.
>> penguinmayhem !iqXq.mBgS.
Again, sorry I don't have more /d/-related pictures to go with this, but you guys seemed to like the first two parts. Hope you liked this one all the same.
>> Anonymous
Wow...just wow.
You are a god. I absolutely love your writing (and incidentally got into Shugo Chara just cuz of you). I certainly hope this won't be the last you write about Amu because this is hands down the best lemon type story I've ever read (and the only one involving egg-laying <3)

I'm curious, do you write on any other sites or did you just start this on a whim?
>> Anonymous
this is a new one?
>> Anonymous
>>813919
I actually want to watch Shugo Chara myself simply because /a/ made me start writing this.
>> Anonymous
>>813919
Oh, I post some stuff on FF.net(LAME, GAY, FAIL, AIDS, ETC)

As to 4chan-relevant, I've written vignettes like this one for about a dozen different shows, mostly involving massive amounts of hardcore lesbian sex.
>> Anonymous
Do you post under the same author's name? I assume the vignettes aren't on FF.net or are they?
>> Anonymous
This was fantastic, absolutely amazing! You said there's more? I definitely want to read it!
>> Anonymous
>>813941
I have a feeling we'll be good friends.. as I enjoy my massive hardcore lesbian sex.

Post, or upload?
>> Anonymous
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Chapter 2 of the story

The one he just posted was Chapter 3 (in a sense)
>> Anonymous
>>813942
Hell no, FF doesn't like hardcore porn which most of those are. I've posted many of them in various places but they're all gone now. The only persistent one is over at the SOS-dan boards. Go check it out, it's a pretty awesome place.

>>813948
1. http://pastebin.ca/search.php?q=Amu&s=Search
2. ?
3. PROFIT!
>> Anonymous
It went all the way in? Like, into your womb? That's incredible, and I assume very uncomfortable.
>> Anonymous
>>813959
No, anonymous. It came FROM her womb. You know how in normal girls, ovaries make eggs which make babies? Well Amu's ovaries make eggs out of gold and jewels.
>> Anonymous
The egg? The story is about her pretty much laying eggs (no explanation given, go watch Shugo Chara! They just show up) so yes, the eggs would be up in her womb.
>> Anonymous
but what fertilised the eggs?
>> Anonymous
>>813967
they don't seem to be fertilized, just decorative.
>> Anonymous
>>813968
I just realized they sell decorative eggs just like this at a curio shop two blocks from my house.
>> Anonymous
>>813970
Now you know how they make them.
>> Anonymous
What you've written, this time and last, is amazing...
Do you have an email or way of contacting you, that you'd be willing to post?
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>813974
I'm apprehensive about posting my actual email on 4chan, but this is /d/ after all. You guys are way better than say.../b/
>> Anonymous
As I just mentioned in /a/, you guys might be happy to hear that I'll be pulling out all the stop with the next chapter. Amu gives Utau the wonderful gift of RAPE. It will probably involve diving into the very depths of Amu's twisted mind. Lots of egglaying, watersports, fisting, double fisting, anal fisting, oversized toys, oviposition, etc.
>> Anonymous
Jesus christ this is hot porn. I'm not even an egg-laying fetishist. Christ.
>> Anonymous
>>814002
that is the power of Shugo Chara
>> Anonymous
Bum a screenshot of this?
>> Anonymous
Oh WOW. I have an egg-laying fetish like no other, and this was *delicious*--both parts. Is there a part 1 somewhere (since the .png was part 2 apparently?)
>> Anonymous
>>814037
See>>813956
>> Anonymous
>>814040
Missed that the first time. Thank you much!
>> Anonymous
>>813955
Came. 3 fucking times. OH my god, that stuff is GOLD!
>> Anonymous
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Screencap'd.
>> Anonymous
>>813994
Holy fucking holy.

Email is a spam account, could I ask you to send that to me incase I miss it?
>> Anonymous
>>814096
forgot the l in gmail, fixed.
>> Anonymous
awesomeness
>> Anonymous
>>814097
Gee, Mai, what are we going to do tonight?

RAPE EVERYONE!
>> Anonymous
Sage for loli. Sick fucks.
>> 7eAL !!tllRoBnU1Sb
>>813911
So, I see penguin has decided to show up on his own now ...
>> Anonymous
>>814275
Yeah well I thought I might as well take the blame for this monstrosity. Now back to being anonymous.

TRIPFAG IN DISGUISE
>> Anonymous
OMG WTF JUST HAPPENED?
>> Anonymous
>>814312
You just decided to watch Shugo Chara.
>> Anonymous
Need more Amu!!
>> 7eAL !!tllRoBnU1Sb
>>814290
This is a monstrosity I wholeheartedly support. Hopefully, continued encouragement will /d/rive you to write more.

Just in case, I will be lurking on /elit/ ...
>> Anonymous
>>814989
OMGZ /elit/ sux ass slowest board ever and its full of shit too bad for even fanfiction.net lulz i am typing on the internet
>> Anonymous
There's a few good stories on /elit/ but yeah it is a bit slow. Doesn't matter, though so long as penguinmayhem keeps posting on there =p
>> Anonymous
>>813918
can you post chapter 1 please?
>> Anonymous
>>813916
Thank you. This was fuckhot.
>> Anonymous
text to wank by
>> Amu-chan's Exhibitionist Adventures: Chapter 1 - Amu's Elevator Experience. penguinmayhem !iqXq.mBgS.
It began as it always did, deep in the pit of her stomach. At first it was just a twitch like a strained muscle. It would be there for a second and then gone, only to return some minutes later. The twitch would gradually move forward and down until it was visible on the surface as her abdominal muscles clenched in a steadily hastening rhythm. She knew it was coming the moment it started early that morning. It would take a few hours, but the process was unstoppable and the outcome inevitable by now. She planned accordingly.

By four in the afternoon, Amu was walking unsteadily, as if mildly inebriated. The clenching was getting worse. By now, the twitch had become a spasm that lunged deep into her belly every time, at a point just above the apex of her thighs. It would come every two minutes and last for anywhere up to ten seconds, like a hand reaching in and squeezing her insides. Her panties were sopping through, a trickle of moisture dribbling down her naked inner thighs and soaking the tops of her knee-high socks. Nobody seemed to notice.

At four thirty, Amu was in a department store and running right on schedule. The bag full of new clothing bounced at her side. Two decent outfits, several sets of fresh underwear and some comfortably sexy lingerie. A treat, she told herself. She left the cashier and strolled casually back past accessories, through the perfume counters towards the door. They would be watching. Fooling the cameras was always the difficult bit. Everything else was easy.
>> sage sage
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>> penguinmayhem !iqXq.mBgS.
Another convulsion stabbed at her abdomen, this time powerful enough to make her knees buckle. She paused to lean up against one of the perfume counters, waiting for it to pass, trying not to show it on her face. Her cunt was a swampy mess now in the flimsy cotton panties, running in long rivulets down her thighs. Hopefully the pleated skirt would keep unwanted eyes from noticing.

She shook her head at the saleswoman trying to offer her some new fragance or other and stood instead to make her way to the exit...then doubled back.

The woman didn't seem to have noticed her. Nor did any of the others. She walked straight back into the store along the far wall and started weaving through stands of coats and hats, trying her best not to look too suspicious. Getting arrested would be more than embarrassing in her current situation.

Back around the lingerie section, past the changing rooms there, double back again, slip behind the pillar where shelves had been set up full of useless things that nobody really needed. The cameras couldn't see her here. Stop for breath. Another violent muscular contraction made her bite down on her tongue to stifle a wail. She could feel her cervix dilating; after so many times, she felt she had an intimate understanding of the process.

Her vaginal passage began undulating downward, ripples of muscular pressure flowing from her uterus and forcing jets of sticky fluid into the crotch of her already saturated panties. She knelt, head pressed against the cool concrete pillar, trying to overcome the feeling. Not here, not now, not yet. She was so close...
>> penguinmayhem !iqXq.mBgS.
So close...the sign was only a few metres away, and the alcove just ahead of that. She forced herself to her feet and continued, ignoring the now constant clenching in her belly and the streaming flood of juices pouring down her legs. Her toes were making squelching noises in the platform shoes, her socks soaked through by the sheer volume of vaginal emissions.

She half-staggered past the sign, barely avoiding walking straight into it, and turned into the alcove. Her right hand shot out and stabbed at the call button automatically, her brain too far gone to catch up. The muscular contractions around her cervix had ceased now, the pain was drifting back down into that pleasurable, wide-open feeling. Amu kept one finger on the call button and dropped the bag full of clothing in front of the elevator doors. Her free hand shot down to her crotch, almost ripping off the flimsy cotton panties in her effort to attend to her aching cunt. Her fingers spread the soaking, puffy lips wide apart and sank in deep, spreading her channel open. The feeling of cool air breezing right up into her uterus made her knees tremble and her head spin.

The elevator dinged, the doors slid open almost too slowly. She dove inside with her purchases and sat against the back wall, legs spread out before her, knees up, panties around one ankle. There was no camera in here. It was safe in here, at least relatively so.

As the elevator hummed down to the second floor, Amu stabbed one foot upward in an impressive display of physical flexibility and thwapped the emergency stop.
>> penguinmayhem !iqXq.mBgS.
Now she could scream, because the elevator was a relic from before the department store, back when this building had been something else. Its walls were thick and sturdy, and the floor six feet across gave plenty of room to move. The little glass windows in the doors showed only darkness, stuck between two floors. Now she could scream all she wanted and kick at the floor and walls with her platform shoes as she ground her clit through orgasm after orgasm as the convulsions began higher up, right in her diaphragm. Now the pain was over, waves of endorphins flooded her brain as her uterus began pressing in on itself to force its contents out into her vaginal passage.

Another muscular spasm rolled through her abdomen, starting from her diaphragm and rippling down her naked stomach until it reached her navel. The walls of her uterus constricted and the mass within descended, passing the threshold of her gaping cervix and into the muscular tunnel beyond. She bit back a cry, tears coursing down her cheeks, the sweat streaming along her back in sheets, as the lining of her vagina gripped at the thing and started pulling in rhythmic waves, slowly working it down through her lower abdomen.
>> penguinmayhem !iqXq.mBgS.
It was quick this time. The process only lasted a few minutes, thankfully, and no one seemed to have noticed the elevator had stopped. Amu lay half-sprawled, sitting up against the back wall with her legs hanging open and watched, fascinated as ever in her multiple-climax-induced clarity of mind, the lips of her cunt being spread from within, spread wider than they had ever been before around the solid lump trying to escape. as the shimmering blue gold-encrusted shape squeezed its way out from between her labia. With a last convulsive spasm, a bejewelled egg as big as a grapefruit slipped free trailing viscous fluid, followed shortly by a powerful squirt of vaginal liquid. Incredibly, a second followed it, two almost identical eggs made of some onyx-like blue mineral and covered in ornate gold patterns punctuated by sapphires and emeralds barely a centimetre across. She watched them come to rest together on the metal floor between her feet and then fell back at last, panting heavily, flushed and sweaty as another orgasm swept up her body. A fresh and truly awesome flood of juices spewed forth from her cunt, as if her body were emptying itself through her vagina, fluid spraying out over the floor and coating the eggs in a shiny layer.

After a little while, she knew she had to leave. Amu stripped down in the quiet confines of the elevator, mopped up what mess she could of her cunt with her blouse before putting on fresh underwear. The frilly red lingerie, she decided, just for kicks. She redressed in a combination sweater-kneesock-miniskirt outfit, stepped into her platforms, stuffed the soaked clothing into a spare carrier bag and then stabbed at the G button. They were probably valuable in some way. She couldn't be sure, but each egg was covered in jewels that certainly looked authentic to her eyes, and each of them had a certain aesthetic charm to the design. They might be worth a lot of money.
>> penguinmayhem !iqXq.mBgS.
Amu didn't care. She stepped out of the elevator that now stank of her pussy, leaving the two eggs behind her sitting in a puddle of her juices that covered almost the entire elevator floor. She walked straight for the exit now. She didn't care what they were worth. Perhaps she would keep one or two some day, but the thrill was in leaving them for others to find. The idea that maybe, just maybe, someone would find them and realise that they had come from inside of her.

She blushed as the crotch of her brand new lace panties started to soak. Maybe she had better find a restroom somewhere and put on another pair.
>> penguinmayhem !iqXq.mBgS.
Chapter 1, as asked. Enjoy. Sorry for the lack of relevant pictures.
>> Anonymous
i have the first two chapters saved.

thanks a lot. well worth reading.
>> Anonymous
Just curious, what triggered you to write the first chapter?
>> Anonymous
So, when can we expect chapter 4? =D
>> Eclair
Impressive, 37 KB so far...

Saved and renamed (Had an alternative name for it ;-p)

The Girl Who Laid The Golden Eggs
>> Anonymous
>>816187
Can you or anyone else post a screencap of the first chapter please? This is excellent stuff.
>> Anonymous
>>816743
Bump for great justice.
>> Anonymous
Moar egg laying pics would also be appreciated.
>> Anonymous
This is awesome. Bump.
>> Orpheum
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>>813976

I swear, it looks like she has a hole between her twat and anus. It just seems like the hole where the egg is coming from is below the spot where the vagina normally is.

Oh well, bodies of anime/game girls shall always be a mystery.

Here's a few egg laying pics.
>> Orpheum
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>> Anonymous
>twat
sup eurofag
>> Anonymous
>>817085
>>817090

Src nao por favor.
>> edo_hure !CY6ac/sjcI
>>817085
looks like what you have there is an exceptionally low anus...or at least, that's the way the angle makes it appear.
be nice if she had a cloaca, though...
>> Orpheum
>>817101

Bite me, troll.
>> Anonymous
Bump for delicious eggs.
>> Anonymous
>>817157
Jolly right bit of a tosser he is, guvna.
>> Anonymous
>>817157
On a side note, do you spell America with two or three 'k's? The proper spelling is 'Amerikkka', though Eurofags tend to get it wrong. It's the easiest way to check nationality in a politically charged discussion.
>> Anonymous
Fuck yeah, eggs.
>> Anonymous
Psst, this is an image board.
>> Orpheum
>>817242

Using the term 'twat' doesn't have shit to do with one's nationality. Now get back on the fucking topic. (I'm American by the way, shit for brains)
>> Anonymous
>>816200
I asked /a/ what Shugo Chara was, and some anonymous replied "Amu lays eggs." I then wrote a paragraph and a half of her laying an egg.

It evolved from there.
>> Kirby !PkDo3c3GM2
Does anyone have the first chapter screencapped? Would be appreciated.
>> Anonymous
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>>817364
>> Anonymous
>>817290
ok eurofag
>> Anonymous
>>817412

No u, ameritwat
>> Anonymous
Actually, a twat is a pregnant fish.
>> Orpheum
>>817412

Think what you will, Troll. Live your little fantasy.
>> Konata goes In Every Field !Uw.MVB6Cq6
I never had a fetish for egg laying, until today.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>817489
>ameritwat

<3
>> Anonymous
>>817614
LOL