>it was like a transparent bag of sapphires, almost
>sure they were bit more organic that one would expect, and the container much more alive and anxious, but still just as precious
>her own trove, growing inside her mate over the past month had reached its peak, and Ocellus' body was making preperations to bring it into the world
>even now the changeling's belly occasionally spasmed, body priming itself to deliver the massive clutch of eggs visible under the banded abdomen
>all Smolder could do was keep Ocellus calm and focused as the inevitable drew closer by the minute, eggs shifting within all the while

Some intimate supporting labor I got from Bumpy.