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Commission purchased from the excellent Ravensflock
It was a deep sleep; a deeper sleep than usual. Breathing required more effort, naturally, submerged in the tepid amniotic simulation as she was. She squinted in a vain attempted to peer about her surroundings, greeted by the slight sting of the fluid encroaching her eyes. What little she could see was also tinted a dense green; thoroughly unable to make sense of her environment. She felt the urge to uncurl her folded limbs, and wake her body from this floating slumber. As an unseen force nudged her from the translucent viewing tube that hung above the floor into the dark pod below, she knew deep inside: it was time.
As her containment transitioned from tinted green to blackout opaque, the fluid environment sloshed around her, sinking into a rubbery socket. The rubbery containment pod was akin to a giant maw, yawning as it invited the whole of her being into the next phase of the operation. The force from above rolled her body over and downward, not unlike a fetus in the comfort of a womb. Stretching and expanding, the rubber pod was gentle to accommodate her now tingling body, now just a breath away from touching the floor at the bottom of the tube. The dark pod crawled to a close around her, concealing her form, as if she had just been swallowed. Her heartbeat and breath shortened as the fluid around her begin to heat up rapidly. It was at last time to breach.
With a soft and wet 'schlick', her beak penetrated the now viscous rubber surface, her passage now facilitated by the warm temperature of the tube. As her face emerged, the slimy surface rippling and crinkling on itself, she felt a nurturing compression and contraction from the warm opening, inviting her to breath in her first gasp of air. At last, her eyes could behold the dimly lit laboratory. She saw neighboring tubes with other laboring subjects that weren't faring quite as favorably as she was. Before her she saw the cold and worn factory floor of the lab, instinctively knowing that's what she needed to aim for. What little leverage she had with her legs still tucked inside the surrogate womb, she lunged forward, the rubber now losing heat and clinging to her face.
She sought to gain purchase on her breaching by bringing her chest forward, sloshing her body about cause the dark rubber slime to squish and squelch audibly. A loud 'shlorp' sounded as she wrestled her breasts free from the ooze, her breath heavy and labored from the intense wriggling. The viscous rubber was still able to hold her above the lab floor, the rubber stretching to vindictive lengths to hold fast to her form. With a mighty effort, she was able to work one of her wings to penetrate the relentless ooze, finally able to ground herself to the outside world.
A little bit at a time, she worked her legs through the latex entrapment, feeling it suckle on her feathers and skin. The sensation was once again warm and inviting, dark slime still clinging to much of her body. The smooth warmth cradled her sensitive sex, pulsing and quivering from the sensations of the slime. As she motioned her hips, the suction of the soft rubber stimulated her amorous labia, gently tickling her clit. Gentle rolling escalated into vigorous thrusting. She wanted so badly to quench this overwhelming thirst in her sex, only able to grind into the slimy rubber latex that refused to let her free.
Her gasps, moans and heavy panting rang about the laboratory walls, interspersed between the slimy sounds of suction from her moist tube. There was soon no difference between minutes and hours. It seemed nobody was coming to her aid.
And she was just fine with that.
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Other than that, good artwork!
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