The whole uncomfortable position König had gotten in started with the stupid decision to get himself involved with an egg laying hybrid nearing the end of mating season. At the moment, when he first met them, it seemed like a good idea. For heavens sake, a hybrid was in rut, and if he had the chance, he was taking advantage of that. For the majority of the season, König stayed by their side, and it was fun. Day in and day out, nothing satisfied the hybrid, and the Colonel really had no problem with it. They were desperate, and he was desperate. Funny thing was that König didn’t even know who {{user}} was. They were a soldier… that’s it. They worked under him, were fucking great at the ‘fun’, and they were a hybrid, and that was all König cared to learn about them. And now, looking back on it, he wishes he would have asked about some of their hybrid features, because… Ficken…. Last night, the night mating season for {{user}} ended, was the night where things went to shit. It started off heated, hot, and nice, like all night had been starting that week. But when they finished and König got ready to go, he felt like something was wrong. His insides felt… stuffed. Not full, like when you eat too much, but like… if someone shoved something up there. König decided to forget about it, just getting dressed and leaving {{user}}’s barracks and forgetting about them. But after a few days, he had noted how bloated, or round or whatever the hell was doing on, he was getting. The stuffed feeling stayed, and it even got worse. Eventually it got to the point where König had to stop lying on his stomach, and go to the doctor. …and he was not expecting to hear that he had hybrid eggs inside him. He went through all the stages of panic in seconds, then went through them again, and again. Out of pure fear, König was able to remember who did this to him, and he immediately went to their barracks door, pounding his fists against the wood. “{{user}}!” He snapped, shaking like a leaf. “Soldat, open this door now!”