Floret's Insect Experiences Ch. 17

A new dawn breaks, signaling the beginning of their last day in the land of ancient mystique. Only a few hours after that, Iris and I are already on our way down for a hotel breakfast. Fresh from a shower, we hold hands and take support from each other as we descend the stairs. If we stepped down too hard, the eggs inside our wombs rattled, bouncing and colliding like boiled in a pot.

Our stomachs appear slightly expanded, and my breasts feel even fuller than yesterday. I'm not sure how its possible, but it perhaps has something to do with the sensation of movement, which I especially feel within my tits. However, when I told Iris, she was surprised, responding that she didn't feel similar stimulation.

We let go of each other at the end of the stairs, and sigh. Wordlessly, we look over each other, one more time, our dresses further cleaned up with moist rags, scrubbing off any visible stains of yesterday.

As I look over Iris, watching her dress, her curves and body so intricately, my pulse rises. Warmth is roused in my chest, cheeks, and forehead.

I remember her form, uninhibited by clothes, clad in seductive lingerie, the way she looked at me, the way she smiled.

The way we fell asleep on each other's arms, our bodies intertwined.

I shake myself free from my memories and slightly nod, "You're all good."

Iris straightens the fabric of my dress at the shoulders with a firm flick of her wrist. "As are you. Now... let's go."

We crest the corner, stride through the hotel lobby, and into the dining room. We spot the rest of our entourage already seated at a table. Gathering up our selection of bread, sliced fruits, and the same cookies we split the last breakfast, we make our way to the table.

As Iris and I are seated, I start the conversation: "Morning, how was yesterday?"

"Good morning, dears, I hope you slept well," Mary responds with a smile. "I strolled around town, taking it easy, as you do. Popping into shops that interested me."

That catered to your special interests, no doubt.

"That sounds very... you."

Mary creases her eyebrows at my comment.

"Jed and I did much of the same, though with likely more focus on actual sightseeing and dining."

"That sounds great. I hope we didn't wake you up with our second text message."

"No, we weren't sleeping just yet... I appreciate you letting us know you made it back safely." Gloria's response creates a strange, awkward silence for a moment, until Jed returns the question: "What about you two and the pyramids? Hopefully it wasn't too boring?"

"No, it was... rather exciting, surprisingly so."

"Oh? Are you thinking of actually pursuing Archaeology then?"

"Erm... that's a bit up in the air still."

"Yeah, we'll see how today's lesson goes first." Iris agrees with me.

With that, the rest of our breakfast goes in chatting this and that, until we've all finished our meals. As we're getting up from the table, Mary catches me with a comment: "Floret, a word before you go."

"What is it?" I follow her out of the dining hall and down a hallway for more of a private chat. I notice Iris following after us, keeping her distance.

"Are you... you know..." Mary almost unnoticeably glances at my breasts. "Feeling alright?"

I pretend not to notice her cues.

"Oh, you mean to ask about my recuperation? Yes, this vacation has done wonders for my... problems."

"Yeah, right. That's what I meant..." Mary looks away for a second, "What about... Jasmine?"

"We, uh, settled things between us. She's in the past now."

"So that's how it went. Oh well, but it's still good to hear you've made peace with her."

"Right. Thanks for checking in on me, we're gonna go now before we're late." I start leaving, and we walk together toward Iris.

"Of course, try and have a good time, alright?"

"Yes, we will. Thanks!" Iris waves at her as we part ways. Once Mary's out of earshot, she turns to me. "We're not going to tell her?"

"Does she really need to know, though?"

"I suppose not..."

We pick a taxi from one of the many waiting outside the hotel, and give the driver the school's address, he just scoffs in response.

Regardless of the driver's attitude, we arrive soon enough. The school is a white marble building, with tall beige walls surrounding it. We find the large metal gate with spiked tips at the top, and the security person stationed there lets us through after we tell her who we are.

We are let into the large yard, where other students are spending time, sitting on benches, in a gazebo, and there's even a fountain with some sort of Egyptian god or pharaoh depicted.

We step along the gravel path, towards the almost temple-like building with large columns, a multitude of windows, and smooth arches decorating it.

"Given what Anning said... I wasn't expecting such lavish premises." Looking around, I can't help but wonder how much all of this must have cost.

"Right. The School's clearly well off, at least." Iris looks at the building itself more than the yard.

We enter through the engraved and heavy wooden door with an ancient brass handle.

As soon as we enter, we're met with a wide hall, a circular info desk in the middle, with a receptionist on call. Iris and I look at each other, not really knowing what to think, but we step up to the employee regardless.

I hesitantly lean against the shiny countertop of stone. "Hi, umm, we're here for the special weekend class of... well, it's held by Miss Anning if that helps?"

"Let me see... Yes, she has one class today, may I ask your names?"

"Floret Loisleaf."

"Iris Meadow."

"Thank you. Your class is held on the 15th floor, room 15:8."

"O-oh..." I realize why this school has its own info desk now. "How might one get there...?"

"Just take the stairs on the right or left." She gestures to the stairways. "I'm afraid the elevators are under maintenance this weekend."

"Fantastic..." Iris sighs under her breath.

"Thank you, we'll be on our way then."

We succumb to our fate and begin trekking up the stairs. From windows along the way, we see that the school also has an inner yard, with a sports field and a swimming pool. The more I see, the more I feel this air of luxury and prestige, which I somehow never felt back home at the 'world's most esteemed' school.

The climb is harsh on our egg-filled bodies, shaking and stirring with each step. The floors we pass are almost entirely empty of students. Perhaps classes are already ongoing, or it's due to the weekend. Even then, it makes sense why there were students in the yard earlier, if I lived in a big city like this, but got to study here, I'd spend a lot of my free time in these private, idyllic premises.

About halfway to floor 15, Iris and I start holding hands, taking support from each other, easing each other's burdens.

"Can we... go back to the pyramid...?" Iris gasps between breaths, I can almost see her hot breath distorting the air. "I'm starting to think the claustrophobic corridors there weren't half bad."

"I know... it was nice and cool there." The school's temperature isn't too bad, but the large windows let in a lot of hot sunlight, and it's too humid to my liking.

We finally get to floor 15, not a minute too soon, the constant movement within my belly and in my breasts are starting to take its toll. My mouth arid from the climb and dry from arousal. My panties, which I had the decency to wear today, are fortunately only slightly damp.

"Of course... it's the very top floor." Iris says as she looks around, spotting that the stairs end here.

Now we just need to find the 15:8 room, though that shouldn't be too hard, since other students are waiting further down the hallway. Surely they're here for the same class. As we approach, some of them notice us and cast strange looks, their way of reminding us that Iris and I are still holding hands. We quickly let go, agreeing not to try and stir up trouble by sticking to our values here, it would surely only lead to trouble.

Apart from both of us feeling overdressed in our... well, dresses, nobody seems to catch on to our predicament; if anything, they probably think we're exhausted from climbing the stairs. While not untrue, you and I know it's not the whole story either.

We find the door reading 15:8, and take a seat near it on one of the long benches around. Opposite of us, a group of three women glance at us, clearly gossiping and whispering among themselves, we try not to pay them any mind.

Ten or so minutes later, Miss Anning arrives, "Good Morning, everyone," she gets a groggy reception, and unlocks the class door with a key, leaving the door open. It's still a few minutes before the appointed time, but everyone starts slowly flowing in, as do we.

The classroom is orderly and clean. Not much in the way of personality, posters, or student-made artworks, the rooms are probably completely interchangeable. Basic writing implements are provided on each table for note-taking.

Iris and I take seats at the back of the class, the two cornermost seats on the right, next to each other.

And soon, Miss Anning closes the door and starts the class. "Everyone, Good Morning again. Are you ready to go through our findings in the tomb of Khentkaus I?"

"Yes, Miss Anning." The students respond like a choir.

"This will also serve as an introduction to Archaeology to our two visiting students from far away, all the way from Perennial Bloom." Anning gestures to us, and Iris and I gingerly wave. "Say hi to Floret and Iris."

"Hello, Floret and Iris." The class responds, in the monotonous disinterested tone one expects from a group forced to repeat.

"Now, who would like to start presenting their findings?"

Quite a lot of hands rise.

"Yes, Samira, go ahead."

I remember the name; she's the same woman who answered Miss Anning's question before we went into the tomb. And... she's one of the three girls who gossiped about us in the hallway.

Samira starts her explanation, it's very detailed, and it sounds like she knows what she's talking about. It also makes it very clear: Archaeology is not for me. We just got here, and I'm already struggling to keep my eyes open. I try my hardest to sit up straight, look vigilant and interested, but it's exceedingly difficult. So many words, unfamiliar terms, and jargon clog up my brain.

Iris looks to be faring better. Perhaps she's used to getting through situations like these, or maybe she's actually interested. Either way, I wish she'd loan some of that power to me.

Like a snail slipping on a rain-beaten leaf, the class drags on slowly, my only solace being that each second is another moment closer to it being over. I catch my head dipping over and over again, each time waking up with a start, struggling to keep myself attentive for another brisk minute or so, before repeating the cycle.

Fortunately, our teacher is sitting down with the class to watch the students' presentations, instead of constantly facing the class at the front. She probably wouldn't be very happy to catch me napping.

Once again, I startle awake from the falling feeling, this time with a strange cracking sound. In a panic, I feel my neck, but there's no pain. I sigh, extremely relieved to not have broken my neck from napping in class.

Then I hear it again, a muffled sound like something breaking. Nobody else seems to react to it, not even Iris, right next to me. It feels like an echo inside of me, resonating through me into my ears. Trying to determine the source of the sound, I focus and feel stirring within my womb and breasts, the cracking... it's... the sound of hatching...?

B-but, how can it be? Snake eggs should take way longer to hatch! And... aren't they supposed to be outside of the body when they do!?

I look at Iris, she's calm, observing the next student's vocal presentation.

She glances at me, spotting my expression of worry.

"What is it?" She whispers.

"I... I think they're hatching... you don't... feel it?" I respond back even quieter.

She frowns, her brow creasing. "No?"

"Strange..."

"Are you...?"

"I think I can hold out to the end of class..." I say, basing my assumption on nothing. So far, the eggs are just hatching, slowly, it seems. I'm yet to feel anything actually move within me, I should still have time before... I start bursting with snake babies.

If nothing else, this turn of events significantly improves my class attendance. No longer feeling sleepy in the slightest, from the tense heart smacking my chest, I cling to each word the students or Miss Anning say. Anything in the hopes of keeping my mind occupied, to forget about the impending doom.

Unlike in Perennial Bloom, if I were to start giving birth here in public, in a country such as Egypt... While not the most conservative of countries, it's still up there. I'd be liable to be arrested and prosecuted... Despite the seriousness of the situation, I can't help but fantasize that if it didn't go down that route, but instead this whole class, Miss Anning included, would descend to depravity with me. A hope I would be foolish to rely on to bail me out.

A feeling, a slippery slither inside my breasts breaks the fantasy. The hatching sounds inside grow louder, partially deafening me, making it harder to recognize words. Akin to the effect of chewing on something crunchy while trying to listen at the same time.

Oh no... stay in your eggs for a bit longer, please...

I start to sit cross-legged as a first precaution, and while I can't do anything about my breasts to prevent them from emerging from within, I hope that my nipples are tight enough to keep them inside. At least, until I get too aroused, and they are stimulated into letting the snakes out.

At that point, I could do nothing but pray my last line of defense, my bra, would be enough to contain them.

Thank you, Iris, for persuading me to wear one today...

I look at her, abject concern creeping on my face, and she asks how I am doing with her eyes. I bite my lower lip as an indication. She grimaces and then nods toward the clock.

Only twenty minutes of the class remain, as long as we finish in time, that is.

I feel the snakes in my womb becoming active, slithering all around, disturbing the eggshells, and I fear they may soon start forcing their way out. I tighten the cross of my thighs and keep on distracting myself with the ongoing class, drumming my arm with my fingers, both starting to feel a little clammy.

My boobs are starting to writhe as well, the intense activity inside causing me to jerk forward at times, which I resist to the best of my ability. I have to puff out my dress's fabric around the chest area, to stop my live breasts from showing signs of life to the outside world.

With stiff shoulders, I sit cross-armed, my hands squeezing my abs, concentrating on trying to find a way to sit that offered the most relief. Suppressing moans, the sudden changes and constant action inside, try to pull out of me.

I can feel the snake babies in my womb desiring a way out. Would I be able to hold them back with just my legs?

Only eight minutes more...

Can I really last that long?

W-what do I do...?

My eyes land on the notebook and pencil that were already on the table as we arrived, and I get a terrible idea.

I take the pencil and rotate it in my hands, seriously considering the possible consequences of my plan.

No...

This is too small.

From the empty desk next to me, I grab another pencil. Then look to Iris, who's actually using her pencil to write something in her notepad.

Sorry, but I need that.

Without explanation, I nab the pen from her hand, and she looks back at me, bewildered, almost audibly protesting.

There's no time to explain; every second, I can feel the snakes trying to force their way through my cervix with more vigor. I start snapping each pen's graphite tip and cleaning the loose shavings while Iris spectates, confused.

I glance at her, and mouth 'pray for me', and her eyes go wide.

Miss Anning is at the front, writing things on the blackboard with a student, the perfect moment to do what I need to. I try and keep overwatch, to make sure nobody sees me as I do this...

Keeping my left hand on the desk, my right hand navigates underneath the table, holding the three pencils in a tight clump. I pull up my dress, and pull down the front of my panties, I can feel my juices stretch between my pussy lips and the cloth.

Quickly, I aim and fire, pushing the pencils butt first straight into my vagina.

"Hnngh." I gasp and cover my mouth, starting to cough to cover it up, while I throw my dress back down and pull my right hand to an appropriate position, hiding my glistening fingertips in my fist.

Some people glance at me, but don't seem to know better about what came to pass.

Iris taps my shoulder, "What the fuck", she mouths to me wordlessly.

I just smile in response, while I clean my stained fingers between the notepad pages before closing it. I spend the next minute or so adjusting my panties and dress discreetly, the pencils clogging my pipes up, giving me confidence that I'd last until the class is over. Despite feeling increasingly hot and bothered, my cheeks glowing red.

Two minutes remain, but it already feels like a Zoo's serpentarium has moved into my womb and breasts. The slender, scaled bodies rubbing against my insides are most delightful, but I try my best to resist, despite my body's reactions. My nipples feel hard as nails against my bra, threatening to expand, and my pencils have started drifting down with my vaginal juices, pressing on my panties. I just wish the snakes themselves aren't small enough to wriggle their way past my wooden barricade, like my fluids have.

"And I believe that is all for now. Class dismissed." Miss Anning finally says, it feels like the declaration of a Goddess blessing me with her mercy.

The students start leaving the room, and I carefully stand up too, under Iris' anxious gaze.

As we approach the front of the class to leave, to my dismay, Miss Anning waves us over. "Thank you for your attendance, how are you feeling about Archaeology now, after getting to witness some on-field and theory side of it?"

"It was quite interesting. I may consider it if I fail to make it in my dream profession." Iris starts handling the situation.

"Oh? What is this profession you speak of?"

"A-ah, well... I'm hoping to be a singer. Or, well, a songstress or an idol or something. Depends on whether I can keep our band together or not."

"I'm impressed, that sounds like a wonderful dream." Anning nods to herself. "By the way, how is Thorndal?"

"I, well, he's still the same old. Keeping strict discipline and all that."

"Sounds like he hasn't changed a bit since my time."

"You graduated from Perennial Bloom?"

"Yes, I did. I'm not from the village, though, but I did attend the school."

"Oh, I see-"

I bump Iris with my elbow without Anning seeing.

"Anyway, that was a surprise, but we should probably go now."

Please don't ask me anything, just let us go-

"Oh, I see, but I must ask, what about you, Floret? What did you think?"

"I-I-I..." I feel the slithering inside me grow fiercer, some snakes passing my cervix and going into my canal. "I... hah-" I laugh to cover up my moan. "It was very fun, especially to see the pyramid, or sorry, the step tomb from the inside."

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that."

The snakes' advance stops, the pencil trio holding them back, although the pencils now start pushing hard against my panties, stretching them. "But, Archaeology isn't really for me, I think. Still, it was nice to see what it was all about for real."

"Oh, I see. Sounds like you've made up your mind."

"Yes, thanks. Now, I'm sorry, but do you mind if we go? I really... need to use the bathroom."

"O-oh. Sorry, don't let me keep you. Tell my regards to Thorndal when you see him!"

"Yes, we will! Thanks, and goodbye!" Iris shouts as we hurry out of the classroom.

The door closes behind us, and I look around to see where the nearest toilet might be, but instead, in the empty hallway, three women are still waiting. As they see us, they stand up and come up to us—it's the gossip girls.

"What's the rush?" The first woman, the tallest of them, asks. She has very dark skin, an athletic build, and wears a yellow hair covering.

"Well, hello to you, too. What makes you think we're in a rush?" Iris puffs out her chest.

"If you're not in a rush, then surely you've got time to answer our questions." Samira steps up next to her friend. She has half-rim glasses, and lets her short, light-brown hair flow freely. She wears a white t-shirt with a spider logo, reading "The Black Spiders" above it, and below: "Weaving a web of freedom."

"What?" I can't help but spit out.

Who do they think they are?

"What could you possibly have to ask of us? We don't even know you." Iris answers and crosses her arms.

The first woman speaks: "I'm Farah, that's Samira, and this is Inez." She gestures to a woman who stays firmly behind them, wearing a black conservative dress and a large pink scarf around her hair. "Now that we're best of friends, surely you can answer how you ended up ahead of the group. Don't think we didn't notice you disappearing."

"We just got a little lost, but found the group eventually, as you know." I try to dismiss her.

"Am I supposed to believe that?"

"It's the truth!"

Argh, just let us go!

Samira adjusts her glasses. "Why are you so nervous if you're speaking the truth?"

"Yes, you've been acting especially strange," Farah points at me. "What are you hiding?"

Inez finally speaks, her quiet words directed at her friends. "Please, this is a bad idea..."

"Shh, Farah's trying to rough them up-" Samira's whisper is interrupted.

"Ahh-" A wave of pleasure makes me double over momentarily.

The three students look at me strangely.

"I gotta go to the bathroom, leave us alone." I grab Iris' arm and run past them.

"As it happens, so do we!" Farah declares, and they give chase.

Without a clear destination in mind, I frantically search for any signs of toilets, of any sort of escape. It's hard to concentrate on the search or even run, for the snakes inside me are thrown around, pleasure building and building. Not even mentioning the rigid pencils up my coochie, moving up and down, trying to break through my panties.

"Over there," Iris pulls me with her, pushing me through a door, and closing it after us. It's a sizeable bathroom, with four sinks, mirrors, and stalls.

There's a latch lock on the outer door, but just as Iris is about to use it, it's pulled open.

The trio steps inside.

Farah is first, followed by Inez being pushed by Samira, who locks the door behind them.

"Time to talk. Tell us what really happened. Did you find something?" Farah steps toward us, there's a hint of muscle visible through her sporty tank top, although her arms are hidden by a cardigan. "How did you pull it off?"

"I keep telling you, no-"

Farah pushes Iris aside and grabs my arms. "I know you know something, you're clearly sweating bullets here."

"I- I don't know what you're talking about." I bite my teeth together and try to endure.

"F-Farah! This is going too far!" Inez cries but is ignored.

"Hey-! Get your hands off-"

Samira moves to stand between Iris and Farah.

"We're just curious... answer and we'll let you go."

"You heard her, speak up!" Farah shakes me, it's too much.

"Huaaah-!" My loud moan is followed by my soaked panties splashing onto the floor, alongside the sticky pencils clattering, bringing a stillness into the room.

Farah lets go of me and steps back.

And then it starts, sploshing out, right onto the pristine white tiled floor, small orange snakes fall, soaked in the soup of my juices mixed in with eggshells. Fortunately, snake's eggshells aren't as sharp as chicken eggs; they're more leathery and malleable.

Inez starts frantically fiddling with the lock to escape, but is unable to open it.

"G-get on with it! W-we gotta get out of here!" Samira hurries Inez, terror in her eyes as she looks at me, birthing snakes onto the floor.

Farah is between her friends and Iris and me, holding her ground, like we've somehow become dangerous.

"S-stop pushing me-!" Inez cries, and then there's a sound of metal bending. "O-oh no!"

"Oh, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Iris approaches them. "Didn't you have questions to ask? Didn't you need to use the bathroom?" They all shirk away from her, keeping their distance, they let Iris get to the door. She stops there, she and I surrounding them.

"Y-yeah. H-aaah!" Catching all of their attention again, their gazes feel... magical, tingling on my skin. Without stopping to evaluate my actions, I smirk at them and pull up my dress' hem, revealing my glistening crotch pushing out snakes. "Stick around to see the show, won't you? Now that you know, we can't let you leave." I say in my best threatening tone.

"N-no..." Samira shakes her head, looking away. "T-this isn't r-real!"

Farah stares directly at my crotch, an unreadable expression on her face, while Inez covers her face with her pink scarf. "I-I told you this was a bad idea!"

"Oh, come now. You were right after all. We did find something at the step tomb." Iris gets their attention as she struts to me, carefully stepping between the snakes, pushing them away with her shoes.

"I- I knew it!" Farah declares with newfound vigor.

"We'll tell you, if you can endure our show." Iris hugs me and runs a hand down my face.

"W-what do you m-mean!?" Samira stammers hard, her glasses getting foggy.

Iris kisses me passionately, her affection making my body shake rhythmically. Both of us squirm, our bodies colliding, as we moan loudly into each other's mouths, giving them something to gawk at.

After a long while, our lips finally part, stretching a long line of saliva between us, which Iris breaks by licking it up into her mouth.

"Does that answer your question? I bet none of you have ever seen something as scandalous as this."

"B-but you can't do that, you're both girls!" Inez shouts from the back, her voice shaking.

"Why can't we?" Iris asks back.

"It's... it's just not right-!"

"Y-yeah! What would everyone say if we started doing that?" Samira points at us, "That'd be the end of all-girl schools!"

"Yeah, you two are crazy!"

"Are we...?" Iris walks up to Farah, who looks away as she approaches. "Do you want to try kissing a girl?" Iris asks in a low, tempting tone.

"N-No, what if somebody finds out?"

"Will you tell anyone?"

"N-no..."

"What about you two?"

Inez and Samira fiercely shake their heads.

"Then nobody will find out. Kiss me, and we'll tell you how we got ahead of the group." Iris glances back at me. "Oh, as long as Floret is fine with it."

"Y-yeah... I want to see it..." I surprise myself with my answer, but the situation has already gotten way out of hand, what's a little more on top?

"O-okay, fine! But you better tell us after!" Farah gingerly leans forward and closes her eyes. Iris presses her lips to hers and gives her a ravishing full tongue kiss.

Iris separates her lips from Farah's puckered mouth, though she pursues Iris' lips, until she realizes it's over, backing off flustered.

"What did you think about that?"

"That was... g-great- ah, I mean, gross!" Farah shakes her head.

Samira laughs nervously, "Don't lie, you sure seemed to like that."

"Y-yeah..." Inez says quietly.

"N-no! I did not!" Farah looks away from Samira, who's a lot closer than she expected.

"Are you sure...? That's a shame..." Samira trails off.

"I- Iris..." I feel my breasts stir, pressure building in them, but not releasing. "Can you help me?" I take off my dress and throw away my bra. My touch isn't enough, I crave her caress on my taut tits.

Yet again, it's all eyes on me, bearing it all, giving birth in front of these three strangers. Despite this being a closed room, somehow I feel powerful. Like I'm in control despite there being no way out from their staring.

"Of course." Iris comes back to me, and she latches onto my body, starting suck my left nipple, while massaging the right one. She's careful in her act, but still clearly gives it her all.

Farah and Samira have a silent conversation, during which they look our way multiple times until finally, Farah takes Samira's hands into hers. She gets up close and whispers something into her ear. Samira freezes up like a statue, words stuck in her throat, until she barely nods.

Farah kisses her directly on the lips.

Their body language is first rigid and afraid, soon evolving as their breasts press against each other, their forms tangling. Their kiss deepens, and they start touching each other in all sorts of places, quickly pulling their hands off like from a hot stove, until trying again regardless.

My knees are weak from Iris' sucking, finally the pent up stress and pressure releasing. The snake shower gradually slows down from my womb, the children of Khentkaus' tomb slithering down my legs and all around the floor, spreading around the bathroom. I push the doubt and uncertainty from my mind, we can worry about what we'd do with them later, I'm just glad to exist here in this moment.

Iris' mouth pops, and snakes start flooding through my engorged nipple, streaks of beautiful orange, dipped with white strands of liquid.

"Ahh..." I gasp with satisfaction as her delicate hands manage to arouse my other nipple enough to surrender to the pressure of the snakes, allowing them to start coming out.

Suddenly, Inez walks from the corner to us, her steps unsure and trembling. "Can you... help me, too?"

"What is it?" Iris asks.

"I feel... an itch, this tingling feeling down here..."

Inez points down to her crotch.

"What does it mean?"

"Oh, you poor thing. You're already a woman, but nobody has taught you anything?"

Inez nods her head, ashamed.

"Don't worry. I'll show you how to take care of it. For a start, take off your clothes, don't be shy."

Inez peels away her scarf and the dress, revealing a beautiful, pale body; she has incredibly long, blond hair extending beyond her small breasts.

Her delicate slit is already shining.

"You're already wet, that's good. Just follow my lead."

As Iris places a hand on my pussy lips, I'm already a shaking mess. She starts gently rubbing me, but it's too much. "Ghah-hh!" I cum right then and there on her hands.

"Ah, that's okay, well done, Floret. You can rest now."

I sit down, and then lay on my back, my thigh muscles ache and I breathe heavily, feeling some snakes still sprouting from my tits as my chest heaves.

"Like this...?" Inez puts two fingers onto her pussy lips.

"Yes, wait a second, and we'll do it together." Iris takes off her dress too, revealing her bare assets, and moist pussy. She shows her different techniques, rubbing, caressing the clitoris, with many and few fingers...

Inez quickly gets the hang of it, and her bright blue eyes shine as she smiles from pleasure.

"Ah... This is... it feels... great."

Inez sits on the floor and spreads her legs, bending forward.

"Thank you... Iris."

"Glad to have helped." Iris smiles and looks at the two lovebirds, Farah and Samira, still kissing, their hands now inside each other's clothes.

I hear the masturbation and the coupling of Inez' friends, the scenario reminding me of the local lovebirds I had helped get together prior. Albeit, that time it was much more of an accident. Regardless, it's lovely seeing Iris being such a gentle person, guiding Inez without shame or prejudice.

"Floret..." Iris walks next to my prone body, giving me an eyeful of her naked form.

"Oh, hi."

"I wanted to ask..." She holds her arm. "I helped you earlier, can you return the favor?"

"Of course-"

"Can I... sit on your face? I mean, if that's alright with you..."

"O-oh. I haven't eaten anyone out before... but I can try."

"That's all I ask." Iris steps over my body, her alluring pussy open, dripping juices in long strands onto my chest and face. Then, it starts getting closer as she gets down on her knees.

"Just give me a warning if you start giving birth."

"I will." Iris smiles. "Here I come."

Her pussy falls directly on my lips, my nose just about poking her slit, but able to breath, and what a scent it is. Her aroma is downright divine, a pungent sensation that makes my mouth water.

I start licking her, probing inside of her as far as I can get, and teasing her clitoris with the tip of my tongue before I start the motion again. She squirms and makes the most cute sounds imaginable as I eat her out, my lips caressing her sacred site.

Suddenly, Iris jumps up from my face.

"H-hahhh ahhhh!" Her water breaks, and soft eggs start raining down on my chest, bouncing off my tits, some of them fall and break onto the floor, spilling out squishy yolk. It's a most lovely sight, but... how come she's birthing out unhatched eggs?

My wondering is interrupted as I start hearing full-on moaning from Farah and Samira. Iris still gasps for breath, her body shaking above me, hailing eggs. She moves back and comes down to kiss my moist lips, slathered in her liquids, continuing to give birth, now onto my lower stomach, her breasts pressing just above mine.

"Iris... you're amazing," I say in between our kisses.

I couldn't help but express it. I don't wish to think what may have happened had I been here alone.

She took control of the situation, led us to a harmonious solution.

Kept our secret behind closed doors.

"I know." Iris backs away and grins, her body shuddering with the last eggs plopping out of her. "But so are you."

You are the best of us, so pure of heart and innocent.

Forgiving, and understanding... those you despise deserve it, and everyone else...

They get to bask in your radiant glow.

Speaking of which...

Inez climaxes with a cute squeak, squirting in an arc onto the white tiles underneath one of the sinks. Her body goes limp against the stall door, her chest heaving, staring absently at the ceiling.

Farah is on the floor next to the door, Samira on top as they grind each other, their hands in between their crotch as well. Their technique looks awkward, but it seems to be working for them as they start panting, uttering sounds of pleasure, unable to stay quiet.

"Iiaaah!"

"G-hah-!"

They scream out from the top of their lungs in their loving climax, as if they weren't in a public space, only concealed by a single shoddily locked door.

"It's true what they say. Egypt is a magical place." Iris helps me up to a sitting position, her eggs and fluids falling off me, showing me the breadth of our work.

The sight of the girls and the state of the bathroom is unreal, but at the same time, satisfying.

"We must have been blessed by Khentkaus herself. How else could this have happened?"

Samira and Farah lie on the floor next to each other, their pants pulled down to their knees, their crotches covered in their love.

"W-what...? What just happened?" Samira sits up, her glasses barely hanging onto her face.

"I don't know... but I liked it." Farah continues to lie down, staring at the ceiling, her hair a mess.

Inez just leans to the stall door, humming to herself, seeming almost like a completely different person from the shy girl from earlier, playing with the juices on the floor between her legs with her fingers.

There's a knock on the door, causing Samira and Farah to flinch away, looking like they died standing up.

"Hello? Is everything okay in there?" It's the voice of Miss Anning.

"H-hi-?" I respond, but I'm unable to get any follow-up words out.

"O- of course!" Iris quickly picks up her dress. "What's up, Miss Anning?"

"I couldn't help but hear some noises." The door rattles, but the mangled lock holds. "Why's the outer door locked?"

"F-floret's stomach was really upset, and I was just... shocked at the mess she's made! I locked the door so that nobody else would need to be exposed to this sight or the terrible smell. Don't worry, we're gonna clean it all up!"

I cross my arms and glare at Iris.

"Uh, I see..." Her voice is unable to hide her disgust. "Very admirable of you. I- I'll just... I'm sure you can handle it."

"Yes, thank you for checking on us, Miss Anning."

"Of course, no problem."

Faint steps lead away, and everyone sighs a relief.

Farah clears her throat. "Seeing as we are... partly responsible for the mess, we'll help you two clean up."

"Do we have to...?" Samira trails off.

"Yes!"

Inez stands up slowly, drags herself to a sink, and wets a paper towel under the sink. She starts cleaning her crotch wordlessly.

"Not to bring down the mood straight away, but... I can't help but worry about one aspect of our cleaning." Samira says.

I think I know what she's talking about.

"What are we to do with the baby snakes?"

"We could...?" Iris starts, but Farah finishes her sentence: "... Flush them?"

Their gazes meet, eyes glinting with a silent acknowledgement.

"No!" Inez pulls her black, full-body dress back on. "I'll collect them into my backpack and set them free. I know where to take them."

Farah and Iris roll their eyes. "Fine..."

After we've first cleaned ourselves, we start cleaning the walls and floor from our grime and the yolk with paper, and picking up the eggshells, as Inez chases the snakes all around the bathroom.

"Oh, Iris... if we... um... 'endured your show' you promised to tell us about what happened in the step-tomb." Farah reminds us, unexpectedly polite.

"Oh! That's right!" I almost forgot, too.

"A promise is a promise, and I'd say you've earned this."

Iris says as she wipes a spot of lady-juice from the mirror, god knows how it got up there.

"We found the tomb of Khentkaus I, accidentally."

"Stop right there, that so-called shortcut, was you finding the tomb, that has been searched for... I don't even know how long!" Samira

"Nice try, why don't you tell us what really happened?" Farah says.

"It's the truth! As Iris was pressing me up against the wall to kiss me, my back pressed some sort of pressure plate, and we fell down there."

My comment doesn't get as much of a reaction from the students as I had hoped, though at least Iris seems to blush a little.

"So you found something trained, experienced Archaeologists couldn't see, with just random chance?"

"W-well, sometimes that's just how it goes! Let me just tell you the whole story, okay? Then you've gotta believe us!"

"This'll be good..."

I regale the tale, the scarabs entering us, the door that opens with our pregnant bellies, getting locked up on the pedestals with the snakes coming to eat the insects... The whole shebang.

Farah and Samira gawk at me with nigh unreadable expressions, stuck in their tracks mid-cleaning. I was too immersed in my storytelling to notice what part caused them to freeze up.

"And then... we uh..." I feel a bit lightheaded from my burst of explanation. "What did we do then?"

Iris lays a hand on my shoulder and takes over the explanation.

"Then, as the pedestals freed us again, a passageway opened, and we ran up the stairs and ended up underneath the bridge. That's how we got ahead of you."

"No way..."

"But that's-"

"I believe them," Inez says, she never stopped cleaning, having almost caught all the snakes.

"Thanks, Inez."

"You think we'd just get bred by snakes for fun or something? The only way that'll happen is with an outlandish explanation such as this being true." I say, sure of my argument.

"I mean..." Farah avoids looking at us.

"Well..." Samira adjusts her glasses and looks at the floor.

"You don't have to believe us." Iris crosses her arms. "But if you investigate and present this discovery as your own... I'm sure it'd give you a big head start on your careers..."

"Yeah! Just... don't go there alone, I'm not sure if you'd be able to get out. And even then, be careful."

"You'd be fine with that?" Farah asks.

"Why not? We're just here to check out this profession, and I think I can speak for both of us when I say Archaeology isn't really our field." I look at Iris, who nods.

"Yeah, we don't mind if you take all the credit."

"R-really? B-but if what you're saying is true, this could be the biggest discovery of the decade, at least!" Samira stammers, a shine in her eyes.

"Don't worry," Farah interjects. "They already said they'd be fine with it, so... no take-backsies!"

Inez speaks up.

"S-should we go scout the area out just ourselves first...? You know, it'll be bad if we tell others and we can't activate it."

"M-maybe..."

"I agree, that would be prudent."

"Yay..." Inez holds a hand to her cheek, breathing harder.

"I'm glad you believed us eventually... let's just finish cleaning up now," I say, and we get on the job, and finally have the space, if not sparkling, at least presentable.

Farah dislodges the lock back into place, and we are finally able to leave the bathroom.

"I hope the cleaner won't make a fuss out of this..." Samira says.

"It'll be fine. Is she really going to look through the trash? And it's not like anyone can know it was us who did it anyway."

Oh no! The time...! I check the clock, but fortunately, we still have 7 hours until our flight. Phew...

"So... this is goodbye then." Farah stops and turns around, standing taller than any one of us.

"Do you really have to go...?" Inez holds onto her headscarf's edges as if for dear life.

"Yeah, we gotta fly back home. But... do you want to exchange phone numbers? I'm sure both of us would like to hear how your tomb exploration goes." I ask them hopeful.

"Yes, we're research partners now." Samira takes out her phone, and we all trade numbers.

We walk down the stairs together, and at the door, say our goodbyes, splitting off, going our separate ways. Iris and I head to leave, while our new friends go toward one of the school yard's gazeboes.

I look back, seeing Farah pull Samira into her embrace, wrapping her with her sizeable arms. Samira play-fights against her grip, and Inez laughs, watching their antics.

As I look away, Iris and my gazes meet, both of us glanced back to see our new friends one last time. A wholesome smile blossoms on our lips.

We get in the taxi, which has waited for us longer than planned, and set off.

However, I have some extra plans before we return to the hotel.

"Hey, can we stop here?"

"Sure."

"Why are we stopping here?"

"You'll see, now come on."

I guide Iris to a souvenir store I saw when we headed to the school in the morning, it seems to specialize in jewelry.

"I want to get some souvenirs for people back at Perennial Bloom."

"Ohh, alright. Let's see what's around."

We enter the 'Sun Wheel Souvenirs'. Its atmosphere is most welcoming and unexpectedly luxurious for a tourist trap. Fine carpets cover the floors, and Egyptian motifs and paintings hang on the walls, in between the large glass display cabinets. The shop floor is divided into two, the left having the more expensive selection underneath lock and key, while the right has the more trinket-like, more readily available.

The shopkeeper is dressed like a captivating lady straight from ancient Egypt, her hair that short and symmetrical cut, wearing a large gem and pearl necklace, and wonderful earrings.

"Welcome, how may I help you?" She tiptoes to us in a decorated, almost royal toga.

"Hi, I'll just look around, um, over here, thanks." I head to the cheaper section.

"Hello, I'm actually looking for something particular, do you have..." Iris and the saleswoman head to the expensive cabinets.

Looking through the selection, even the bauble side seems quite high-quality.

I consider what jewelry I should buy for Sarah and Emily, but I haven't really seen either wear any accessories. It could also be that I haven't been close to them until very recently. So, earrings are out of the question; I don't even know if their ears are pierced.

After a bit of browsing, I settle for bracelets, I think their hands and wrists are quite similar in size to mine, having had much experience with them back at the pool. So, as long as I pick something that'll fit me, it should work for them too.

I find matching bracelets, a golden colored, swirling braid-like structure made out of metal, with red gemstones embedded all along it. And for Emily, an identical one, just colored silver with green gems. They seem sturdy and weighty, even if they likely have no real gold, silver, or gems.

I continue looking for something for Daisy, but instead, I find a necklace that catches my own eye. Some sort of depiction of an Egyptian god, but to me, it seems more like a decorated crane.

Should I get something for my parents...?

I catch myself thinking strange thoughts.

Of course not, I made it very clear, I never want to see either of them ever again.

...

They don't even know I'm in Egypt right now, so why should I get them something?

I hold the bird pendant between my fingers.

...

My mother... I mean, Flurel, she brought me a necklace similar to this from one of her work trips...

A small silver hummingbird with a strikingly green jewel eye.

'A little bird for my little bird,' she said.

I wonder what happened to it...

I probably threw it back at her face...

...

Why did I...?

I guess I didn't like her even back then.

...

My hand moves on its own to my neck, caressing the undecorated space.

I wish I had at least kept it...

It was very pretty.

I shake my head.

Come on, stop wallowing in pathetic thoughts.

I lay the bird pendant back down carefully and move on.

I continue looking for something for Daisy. At least I know for a fact she has ear piercings, as she presented her new earrings to me in class quite often. It was the only accessory she ever wore, saying others would get in the way in farm work.

First, I think of getting her some jade earrings in the shape of scarabs, but I realize it's wiser not to remind her of any sort of insects. Thankfully, soon I spot the perfect pair of faintly see-through orange gemstone earrings, they're cut completely round with small golden plates at the top and bottom, hanging from rather large rings. These should fit her style perfectly.

"Found anything?" Iris shows up next to me, a small bag in her hands.

"Oh, you're done already? Yes, I did." I show her my finds.

"Nice! I'm sure they'll be happy to receive them."

"Yeah, I'll just have to find Sarah and Emily somehow, I don't think I have either of their numbers..."

"It'll be fine, they're the daughters of the Mayor and Priest, I'm sure they're still at Perennial Bloom."

"Oh, right."

I buy the gifts, which turn out to be a bit more expensive than I had hoped, but I get them anyway.

The taxi drives us back to our hotel, and we rest for a while before we start packing our bags for the flight back home.

We meet Gloria, Jed, and Mary at the lobby, the latter with a whole extra suitcase than when we came and head for the airport.

It's time to leave Egypt behind, to leave... the past, Jasmine, behind. Never to look back, only forward into the future. In the Taxi van, I hold hands with Iris, which Mary seems to notice, but looks away courtly if either of us even glimpses her way. Looking out the window with a lasting warm smile.

Gloria speaks in tongues with the driver, while Jed gazes through the window at the sights, both sitting at the front.

All in all, the ride to the airport has a content, if not a little wistful atmosphere, with the vacation coming to an end.

At the airport, Gloria gives Iris and me a hard time again, pressuring us if we've got any stowaways inside of us, but we confidently respond with a 'no', leaving the 'not anymore' out of it.

During the return flight, it's largely a repeat of last time, Iris and I talk about this and that, reminisce about the vacation we just had, and focus on our own thing, like listening to music.

However, an unspoken rule reigns between us. A topic both of us avoid (which isn't just the insects and snakes due to being in a public space). It's something more... difficult and final.

We land at the Airport of Olana Green, proceed through security and get our luggage, and as we are about to walk through the front doors to leave, Iris pulls me away from the rest of the group.

It's time.

"Floret..." She looks at the ground as she addresses me, but lifts her gaze as she continues: "I'm not coming back to Perennial Bloom."

"So you've made up your mind."

"I... I wish I could say that I want nothing more than to join you there to continue our blossoming love... But I can't." She clings to the strands of her purple hair like a lifeline.

"There's something I want even more, so I must leave."

"You don't have to say it like that, I understand." I touch Iris' shoulder, and she hits me with a sorrowful look.

"Thank you..."

I pull her into a hug, and Iris squeezes me back.

"Just before we left Cairo, I was contacted about an opportunity, finally got a response from them. I need to seize this chance and rally my band back together, if at all possible."

"O-oh! That's great!" I smile my best, but it can't mend the sting in my heart.

"Ace and Blaze moved somewhere here to Olana Green after graduation, and I hear they've been hunting for opportunities. I've gotta catch them before it's too late. And Avery's visiting her aunt here too." Iris pulls away from the hug, but takes my hand in hers.

"I'm sorry, I need to be here, in Alarida, for my future."

Iris rotates my hand around and places something on my palm. It's a ring, with half of a heart.

"Please, put it on." She takes out a matching one from her pocket and puts it on.

"I- is this-?"

"No! I'm not proposing to you, silly! This is just... bring your hand closer."

We place our ring's half hearts together, and they attach with a magnetic pull, forming a complete shape.

"This is our promise, to love each other. To stay faithful."

"Oh... Iris."

"Don't misunderstand. I'm not a fool. All I ask of you..." Iris leans closer and whispers to my ear. "Don't you dare fall in love with anyone else while I'm gone." Her passionate breath makes her intentions clear, though it also feels a little threatening.

She backs off and chuckles to herself. "This is all I can make you promise. No matter what you'd say or do, you'll still end up in compromising sexual situations."

"Huh? Come on now! How can you be so sure?"

"You can call it my sixth sense. Even when you best try to avoid such things, they still find you. So I permit you to... indulge." Iris pulls my hand with the connected magnet heart, placing it onto her cheek.

"I trust that our bond is strong enough, that we'll stay loyal even if we have to part ways for now. Iris chuckles lightly and sighs.

I'm sorry, but I'm just that greedy. I want you, and I want to fulfill my dreams too."

"I promise, Iris."

"Good girl. Just remember who you belong to." She boops me on the nose.

"Sheesh," I rub my nose. "Now you're laying it on a little thick."

"What about now?" Iris comes right up to me, pressing our bodies together, and kisses me deeply on the lips. "This isn't a goodbye, but a 'see you later' -kiss."

I run my hand across her body, starting from her thigh, feeling up her curves all the way to her chin, stopping to stare at her alluring purple eyes.

"And this is a 'look forward for more' -touch."

Iris' expression wavers for a second, and she bites her lip.

"I'll hold you to that..." Reluctantly, she separates our bodies once more. "I'll catch you later, Floret."

"See you around, Iris." As I watch her leave, a strange ache and a moment of blurring vision strain my eyes.

As I join back to my waiting crew, Mary greets me with a painful smile, Gloria faces to the side, her hands crossed, looking my way with one half-open eye.

"Did you... um, see that?"

"See what?" Jed winks. "Ready to go now?"

"Right... Let's go back home."

***

I sleep away the jetlag on the day I arrive, and start working on my report to Thorndal the next day. I would have gone and given my souvenirs to Sarah and Emily, but during the car ride back, I heard from Gloria that they are actually on a little vacation of their own in Alarida, apparently just the two of them.

So we just got our paths crossed... though, I wonder what they're doing there together.

Oh well, I'll give them their souvenirs later.

I decide to go to Daisy at a later date, too, focusing on writing up the report for Thorndal, to make good on my promise to him.

A day later, I'm ready, and I make my way to his house. It's a lot more peaceful this time, as Nettle has left.

I knock on his office door.

"Enter."

He's swamped with paperwork just as before. Did he never have any proper vacation?

"Oh, Floret, please sit down."

"Thanks."

"How was your trip to Egypt? Did it ignite a spark of Archaeology?"

"No... not really. It shed my fantasies of the career. You have to spend a lot of time in the wilderness with minimal comfort. It's definitely hard work, often in hot environments and the like..."

"Then the condition I allowed you to go on the trip comes into effect. I assume you remember what we agreed on?"

"Yes... You covered most of our expenses if I promised to check out two more career opportunities after, if I didn't find it interesting."

"Do not take this as me giving you a hard time, I just can't bear seeing students waste their talent, or even drop out of society, just because they can't find what they want to do. I'm sure you'll find a field that suits you like a glove in time."

"I... hope so too. Anyway, here is my report."

"Thank you." Thorndal takes the essay pages I printed out. "Oh, I hope your stomach is doing better now, Miss Anning called after you, sounding a little concerned, wishing you well."

"Y-yes... it's all good now."

"Wonderful. Now, have you thought about what field you would like to try next?"

"No..."

"Perfect, because I have a grand idea. I'm sure you'll like my suggestion."

"Oh... great."

And here I had hoped 'Floret's Work Experiences' could have prematurely ended.