How do you like your eggs in the morning?

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"Female lay eggs!" The Huzard cheif said, pointing at the sand. "Males fertilize eggs."
"That's not how we...." Cass began to say, but was interuppted by the tip of a spear poking her throat.
"Female lay eggs....now" the Huzard cheif said, menacingly. "Female lay eggs, or female die!"
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“Look, do we really have to do this?” Cass smiled as inoffensively as she was able and gently pushed the spear tip away from her throat
The chief simply snarled in response and whipped the spear point back to hovering just in front of her face, while a number of his powerfully built tribal braves ambled over to loiter menacingly behind him
“Get laying, female” the chief growled
“Aw… crap” Cass sighed
Privately, she’d been somewhat excited at the idea of the of the initiation, and had been looking forward to seeing just how much of a man Jay could be when the occasion called for it; but any ideas she had previously entertained of enjoying the spectacle of oiled up bareback wrestling had long since been put to rest by this most recent and uncomfortable turn of events
Her eyes flicked momentarily away from the tip of the spear and over towards Jay, looking for some sort of a sign that he might be planning something, but she was disappointed to find that he actually seemed to be enjoying this - a cheeky smirk playing across his lips that she made a mental note to have a word about at some point in the future
“Lay!” the chief hissed
“I... I can’t just... I mean: The mood’s got to be right” Cass blurted lamely “You know: Candles, soft music... enough alcohol to stun a horse?”
“Eggs!!!” the chief screamed, drawing the spear back to strike
“Oh shit! Ok, ok! Keep your hair on!” Cass snapped sucking her flat stomach in even further to slip her fingers down the front of her trousers
She mimicked rummaging around for a few seconds, before finally pulling her hand back out and triumphantly holding up just her middle finger, presented it boldly to the chief's face
“Humans normally lay around ten thousand at a time, so I’d guess that there would be about that many of my microscopic, little eggs here!” Cass smirked
"Huh..?" the chief croaked his horned brow knitting in confused surprise as Cass turned and plunged her finger into the sand box, only finally returning her attention to him a moment later as she dusted her hands off , favouring him with a cold smile
“There you go your pomposity; there are your eggs; but be careful what you wish for! Human young are like a disease: Once the eggs are fertilised, they hatch out into tiny flying creatures that burrow into your skin; they infect and devour you from the inside as they grow!”
“Once they’ve killed you” Cass continued, matter-of-factly “The children eat what’s left of your rotting corpse before seeking out others of their kind; they grow fast and hunt in large packs, killing and eating anything that they encounter”
"Now, you may think your braves here are fine strong warriors" she nodded towards the lizards hovering menacingly behind the chief "but there’s absolutely no chance they’d survive an attack by a pack of children; there would be nothing left of them or any of your tribe, not even your bones!"
“You…” the chief started, but Cassandra cut sharply across him
“It takes seventeen years of blood and death before a human child becomes a sentient adult. Your blood. Your deaths."
"We are...” she observed with a disdainful sneer “very different to you”
The chief wavered with uncertainty, his spear tip dropping a little and giving Cass the only signal she needed to turn her back on him and stroll away
“Right lads!” she shouted as she walked “It’ll be like the biscuit game but different; Get them out and get fertilising!”

<tag>Right back atcha Jay - Will you hold up your end of the deal? Does the chief have the balls to let you go through with it? ;)</tag>