You are interrupted as you find yourself overtaken by an uncontrollable urge to undress and squat. You berate yourself for giving in to the urge for a moment before feeling something shift. You hear the splash of fluid on the ground and look down to see a thick greenish fluid puddling underneath you. There is no time to ponder this development as a rounded object passes down your birth canal, spreading your feminine lips apart and forcing a blush to your cheeks. It plops into the puddle with a splash, and you find yourself feeling visibly delighted to be laying such healthy eggs. Another egg works its way down and you realize the process is turning you on more and more. In total you lay seven purple eggs, driving yourself to the very edge of orgasm.
You feel compelled to leave the eggs behind, but your body’s intuition reminds you they shouldn’t be fertile, and your belly rumbles with barely contained hunger.
There is no room for a purple and white mottled egg in your inventory. You may replace the contents of a pouch with a purple and white mottled egg or abandon it.