Author's Note

Kinks: Dom/Sub, Vaginal, Anal, Cum Inflation, Ridiculous amounts of cum.

005 - Making omelettes, laying eggs

Life had...well, settled down eventually for the strange threesome. Gilda would regularly tease and taunt Dig Site every morning at the very least. Ember would always be the coy one, trying to pretend she didn’t keep tying the stallion up to the bed every afternoon and riding him until something broke. And when Gilda came home, she cared for them and the house and got a nice, gentle filling that still left her feeling full.

A month passed this way, in a delightful, blissful haze.

Though Dig Site started to notice something. The bellies of his ‘mares’ were starting to swell, and not in the normal way.

“Hey Dig?” Gilda asked. “There’s something we need to tell you.”

“Sure, what’s...up?” the stallion asked. This was not the normal way he woke up. Usually it was to the feeling of Gilda snapping another choker off.

“Well, you know our mid-fuck ramblings about eggs?” Ember asked, sounding a little shaky.

“And us having your children?” Gilda smiled nervously.

“Yeaaah, I thought it was just dirty talk,” the stallion said slowly.

“Yeah… turns out that it’s a bit more than dirty talk….” Gilda winced.

“You’re… ummm… You’re gonna be a dad….” Ember said with a bit of a squeak.

Dig Site did the only reasonable thing a stallion in his position could do.

He blacked out.

He came to on the couch, sandwiched between the griffon and the dragon. Oddly enough, they weren’t doing something to molest him. That was a tad concerning.

“Girls?” Dig Site mumbled. “I had the weirdest dream. You said you were pregnant.”

“... Please don’t pass out again.” Ember said quietly, sniffling.

“She’s been a bit emotional.” Gilda nuzzled his cheek.

“Oh. So...not a dream then,” the stallion noted distantly. “Um. Well, finances aren’t a problem. It’s the space, I don’t think we have room for kids in the house as it is. We’ll need to make it bigger. I think there’s a construction company in town?”

“So… You’re not mad?” Ember asked.

“Surprised, yes,” Dig Site said with a nod. “I wasn’t expecting kids so soon. But how could I be mad at either of you? I’m fairly certain neither of you planned this.”

“No!” Ember jumped, squeezing his shoulder.

“The getting pregnant thing just sounded sexy.” Gilda replied.

“So um...are the both of you going to lay eggs then?” Dig asked. “I’ve never...done this before,” he admitted.

“Yep.” Gilda nodded.

“Though, we haven’t either, obviously.” Ember chewed on her lip, nervously.

“Well, let’s start with the basics,” Dig stated. “How long will it take before you lay the eggs?”

“Seven months for griffons.” Gilda explained.

“Eight for dragons.” Ember added.

“After laying the eggs will need to be kept warm and will hatch after another two months.” Gilda continued.

“For dragons, the eggs need to be kept hot, like in a fire, if you want to hatch them. They’ll hatch in about a month, maybe more depending on how hot the source is. I’ve heard that a blast furnace can hatch eggs in a couple weeks.” The dragon rubbed her belly as she spoke. “If you don’t want them to hatch, then the eggs will harden and go into suspended animation. Then they basically last forever. Just throw them into a sufficiently hot enough source and they’ll hatch.”

“Okay, so with Gilda the eggs need to be kept warm or else they die, and with you,” the stallion poked Ember’s nose, “We can wait on flooding the world with more dragons.”

Ember giggled at the poke. “Sounds about right.”

“Wanna know about clutches?” Gilda asked.

“What’s that?” Dig asked with an ear flicking in curiosity.

“Basically how many eggs we’ll lay in total.” Ember explained.

“Oh. Well it’s not like you can add to the number, right?” Dig asked. “I mean, you get one set at a time like the rest.”

“Right.” Gilda nodded.

“I should be laying at least three.” Ember rubbed her belly once again.

“And I should have somewhere within two to eight. Can’t really be accurate with griffons, depends on the strength of the seed of the father.” Gilda shrugged. “I’m pretty damn sure you have some strong seed. See, it’s probably not what you think. The stronger the father, the less eggs there are. I.E. a smaller, but stronger nest of chicks.”

“So either way you get to insult me?” the stallion joked with the hen. “If you have a lot, I’m weak. If you have a few, I didn’t give you enough of my strong seed.”

“No!” She swatted him with a talon. “If I have like two or three then your spunk is like steroids. If I have one…. Oof…” Gilda shuddered.

“Challenge accepted,” Dig Site said seriously.

“Eh?” Gilda blinked.

“Nothing,” the thestral smiled before turning to Ember. “Any reasoning behind your egg-laying?” he questioned the dragoness.

“Ummm…” She blushed. “Two to three tends to be normal for dragon clutches. Most clans tend to gather all the eggs together to heat them, whelps are normally community raised. There are exceptions for nobility.” She looked down again.

“Whelp, they already were going to be my princesses,” the stallion joked, making Ember choke out a laugh. “What I meant was, is there anything to the number of eggs you lay like there is with Gilda? Does more mean stronger dragons, or should I be expecting only one egg out of you as well?”

“Well certain bloodlines can bear stronger whelps. Like some times you get a dragon with a different kind of breath, or one with stronger wings, or better eyes, or just generally smarter than the standard whelp.” Ember hummed. “The dragons of the past used to separate by color and keep to themselves, warring on each other and other races for resources. But over time the colors mingled and you get what you have now. Glorified fire-breathing idiot lizards who focus on the past more than the future.”

“Well shit.” Gilda blinked. “Hey, hey Ember.”

“What?” The dragon looked at the griffon. Said griffon leaned over the stallion between them and caught the dragon’s lips with her beak. They held for a moment before breaking.

Gilda smiled warmly at Ember. “I’ll make you a bet. I lay a single egg. And you lay two that are the demi-gods of whelps.”

Ember’s eyes widened and now it was her turn to kiss the griffon.

“Okay, that’s hot,” Dig Site spoke up from between them. Oh right, he was right between them, wasn’t he.

They broke the kiss and looked at each other, then at him. Gilda spoke up. “How good are you with your hooves?” as both laid a talon and a claw on either thigh.

“I’d like to think I’m proficient,” the stallion answered, rising to the challenge.

His “broodmares” grinned at him.

It had been a week since Gilda and Ember had announced they were pregnant to Dig Site.

A long, torture filled week. Apparently some mares at the hospital had gossiped around that mares shouldn’t have sex while they were pregnant, stating it had to be bad for the foal yet to be.

But the ladies Dig Site lived with weren’t one to stop pleasing themselves just because they couldn’t have his cock. They turned to each other, and once they were sated...tormented him.

They both said that, while sex with a pony during pregnancy is probably damaging, eggs are multiple times more sturdy. This didn’t stop him from saying no, repeatedly.

As a way to get back to him, he’d find them in all sorts of situations. Molesting each other on his bed, tribbing in the bathtub, Ember eating out Gilda while said griffon cooked breakfast.

So it made things very difficult.

He really couldn’t take much more.

“Well, ye look like shite.” Stone Stud slid the Dig Site a beer as the bat pony sat at the bar. “If ye wan’ Ah can adopt ye, then ye’d ‘ave the las’ name Stud.”

“No, thanks,” the stallion muttered. “I’m just getting tired of not having sex with the girls, and they’re torturing me for it.”

“Boyyo, why aren’t ye turning their lady parts inte raw meat covered in mayonnaise?” Stud deadpanned at the larger stallion.

“Heard a rumor through the grapevine that you’re not supposed to have sex with the mare, or in this case, hen, while she’s pregnant,” the stallion said, knocking back the last of his rum and shuddering afterwards. “Supposed to be bad for the foals. Even though the eggs are more durable, I don’t wanna risk it.”

“Where’d ye ‘ear tha?’” Stud raised a brow.

“Hospital during their checkup to make sure they have a baseline for later on down the pregnancy,” Dig Site said. “One of the nurses whispered it to me.”

“That’s a crock a shite.” Stud grunted, sitting down.

Dig blinked for a moment. “What.” Clearly that was still processing.

“Ye can keep fuckin em up until birth, not gonna hurt shite.” Stud explained with a chuckle. “Ah did it with ma ex, and the kids turned out fine.”

“Whaaaaat…” Okay, maybe the batstallion needed a more forceful rebooting.

“Boy!” Stud swatted his nose. “Do ye wan’ te go take yer mares?”

“Oh I want more than that,” the stallion glared at nothing in particular. He dropped some bits on the bar as he got up and strode out with purpose.

“Go get some ye mad bastard!”

“I- w-wish he’d just- fucking- fuck us!” Ember growled as she pinned Gilda to the kitchen floor and roughly fucked the griffon with her tail, while simultaneously tugging on the griffon’s wings.

Gilda, for her part couldn’t speak, being that her senses were being overloaded from the aggressively horny dragoness.

There was a loud thud, the very same sound that a door being kicked open would make.

Ember turned at the noise. All Gilda could do was moan and drip onto the linoleum.

“There you are!” Came Ember’s cranky growl. She blinked. Wait, the Dig Site that had left to go drinking was cowering and trying to avoid ‘hurting the eggs’. This stallion seemed...more sure of himself.

Ember yanked her tail out of the griffon as she shakily got to her feet. “Dig? You ok-”

That was about as far as she got before Dig Site took her and roughly threw her onto the couch. He cast a look at the twitching ball of feathers and snorted. He’d be back for the other one later, he had a handbag to break in.

Ember gasped, her face turning a nice shade of pink. “W-what has g-got in to y-you?” She didn’t know where this came from but she loved it.

“Shut up,” Dig Site muttered as he held one of Ember’s legs apart from the other, quickly lining up his cock with her slit. “Cocksleeves don’t talk.”

Then he filled her. All at once.

Ember roared, cumming immediately. Her body shook violently as she did.

“What a needy bitch, cumming right away,” the stallion muttered, starting to thrust into her in just the way she liked it. Fast and hard to make her think she was just being used. Maybe she was. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck all your brains out. The only words you need are ‘Yes master’.”

“Y-yes!” The dragoness stammered out. “Yes Master!”

“Good little bitch,” the stallion praised her. Wait, he was stopping, why was he stopping, what was he doing?

He pulled out of her cunt and rolled the dragoness so she was laying on her stomach. He then lifted her tail and hey! That did not go there!

“W-wait! M-mas-” She tried to get out. But that just incited him to hold her by the hips with his other hoof as he thrust in, spearing half his cock in her ass in one go.

“Mmmph, you’re even tighter back here,” he rumbled approvingly.

“Master… Please….” Ember begged. “H-harder….”

“Oh don’t worry, my scaly little cock puppet,” the stallion said, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “All of you is mine. I’ve had your cunt. Now your ass is going to be claimed by me.” He inched forwards slowly. “Who owns you, bitch?” he asked of the dragon beneath him.

“Y-you do! F-fuck! Y-you do M-master!” Ember stammered out as she was pressed into the couch. “M-master, may I… t-touch myself?”

“Hmm…” Dig Site seemed to think about it. “I’ll allow it for a minute or so,” he eventually relented. “I might be inclined to let you do it longer if you told me your name.” His cock was close to bottoming out in the dragoness. “What’s your name, pretty?”

Ember’s claw shot up to her snatch, roughly shoving a pair into her lips. “A-Ah! I’m Y-your c-cocksleeve! Your b-bitch! Y-your pet!”

“Very good,” Dig Site purred in her ear, holding himself as deep in her ass as he could go. “Though I think you missed ‘broodhen’ but that’s fine.”

“N-no!” She gasped pushing a third claw in as she roughly shlicked. “I-I want to b-be your b-broodmother!”

“Mmm...you just want to have a hoard of eggs, don’t you?” the stallion teased, slowly drawing his cock back.

“O-only if th-they’re yours! I-I want your whelps!” She almost sounded like she was begging.

“And you’ll have them,” the stallion promised. “Just do me one thing.”

“A-anything!” She cried.

“Survive,” was all the stallion said.

Gilda had a good view from the floor of the hour-long ass-fucking Ember got after that. Dig Site just didn’t stop pounding her, and Ember’s expression got more and more silly as time went on.

The griffon trotted out after he was done with the dragoness. Said dragoness laid on the couch limply, staring off into nothing, her mind simply a haze.

“Holy dam-” Was all she got out. Then Dig Site turned to her and pounced! He pinned Gilda to the ground and had his hooves on her wings, teasing her and getting her ready.

“Sh-shit! I-is it m-my turn?” Gilda groaned, bucking her hips from all the attention.

“Mhm,” Dig nodded. Wait, his cock didn’t go there! What was he doing!

Gilda squawked loudly as her talons dug into the carpet. His flared head parted her asscheeks with ease as the rest of his shaft started to sink into her.

“See, you’ve only managed to take up to my ring before,” the stallion pointed out. “But what if I do this, hmm?” The ring was fast approaching thanks to how slick his cock was.

“Yes! Yes! Do it! Make me take all of it! Please! I need it! I need you inside me! All of you!” Gilda babbled loudly, twitching her hips as she scratched at the ground.

“Sure,” Dig said. “Just tell me one, little, thing. What’s your name?” He whispered the last part to the griffon.

“I’m your feathery cocksock! Your personal protein dumpster!” She slurred as she came.

“My bitch, my pet, my little cockslave?” Dig teased, pushing the ring against her ass and holding himself there.

“Yes! Yes! Anu yes!” Gilda’s wings were painfully stiff as she continued to soak the carpet.

“Well then…” Dig paused dramatically before shoving himself forward. “Let’s see how much you can take and if you deserve those titles~”

“All of it! Please! I need it!” She cried with a squeak. “Make it fit!”

There was a definite bulge in Gilda’s stomach as the cock strained to not break her and fit inside her. There was only half an inch outside of her ass, and Dig was prepared to say that was good enough, even though their hips hadn’t met.

Gilda’s hind legs twitched as she started to push back into him. “N-need! All of it!”

“Bitch, you’ll break yourself,” Dig warned, but watched anyways. She seemed determined.

Agonisingly slowly, she slid back until his hips met her ass. “M-master… C-cum with m-me…” She begged.

Dig laid on her back, idly playing with her wings as he whispered in her ear. “Who owns you?” he questioned the hen. “Say it loud enough that the town can hear.”

“DIG SITE!” She shrieked like an eagle, making a mess of his hind legs.

Then she felt it. His cock twitched inside her, and his warm, life-giving seed was being pumped into her ass, flooding it and going back up through her. The griffon started to cough, only for a splat of seed to come out.

“Hah!” Dig chuckled. “Let’s see if we can’t do that again, hmm?” He bounced his cock inside her again, sending another spurt inside her.

Gilda coughed and spat up more seed.

“You really are my personal cum-dump,” the stallion chuckled. Wait, wasn’t he done cumming? “And I have a week’s worth of seed to pump through you~”

“G-give it to me…” Gilda groaned.

“You’re going to regret that,” Dig promised as his balls twitched. “Tell you what, if you manage to keep some of it in, I’ll fuck your pussy~”

“I-I c-can…” She moaned, weakly clawing at the carpet. Another glob of cum forced its way up her throat. She clamped her beak closed with a talon, groaning. How much cum did he have in there?

Well. Gilda looked like a feathery water balloon, and his living room looked like it had been painted white by foals.

Ember finally came to. She blinked, looking around in a daze. “What happened here?”

Ah, the scaly one had recovered. Dig Site walked over to her and kissed her hungrily, letting his cock slap against his belly as he considered a round three.

“Mmmph!” The dragoness squeaked and briefly broke the kiss. “H-how are you still going?”

“Didn’t I tell you cocksleeves don’t talk?” the stallion raised an eyebrow at her. “Spread ‘em. For being such a good girl, you get to get ruined.”

Ember moaned as her legs spread. “Yes… master.”

The night was long, and full of moaning and much sexual relief.

“What did you do to yourself?” Nurse Redheart asked, deadpanning.

“Us.” Gilda and Ember spoke up.

“Of course.” She facehooved. “Should’ve guessed since you two needed to get pumped.”

“They got pumped alright,” Dig chuckled.

“No sex for a week! For any of you!” Redheart pointed at all three of them. “I swear I will force feed you pills to kill that libido if I catch a hint of something like this again!”

“Oh, don’t worry nurse, this won’t need to happen again,” Dig Site nodded once, sagely. “Right girls?”

“Yes master.” They said in unison.

Redheart snorted. “Now you two can go home.” She gestured to Gilda and Ember.

“Uh, nurse, what about me?” Dig Site asked.

“You’re staying here.” Redheart actually smirked. “You broke your pelvis. You need to be observed.”

...This was going to be a long stay, wasn’t it?