Author's Note

Kinks: Impossible Insertions, Lewd, Lewd Hornplay, Smolder Sandwich

006 - Dig Site, layer of dragons

The time Dig Site spent in the hospital was both Paradise and Tartarus. Every so often, either Gilda or Ember, or both, would visit him. Usually Redheart was there to observe their interactions.

On the rare instance where they managed to sneak in when she was off-shift, the girls would do...things. Wonderful things. Unspeakably good things that probably set his recovery back every time they got away with even a bit of it.

But Redheart must have had a pervert-sense, because she showed up just when things were getting good and chased them out whenever they managed even a minute together, leaving Dig Site alone and hard.

He didn’t even know where they got those outfits. Or how Redheart was able to blast them with a hose on the second floor of the hospital.

“They show up any more and I’ll start adding days.”

Needless to say, Redheart wasn’t happy with any of it. Dig Site whined at the very idea.

“It’s not like I can control them while I’m strapped down to the bed,” he pointed out.

“But you’re their master right?” She raised a brow. “So, order them to stay home.”

“Gilda has a job, but I see your point,” Dig Site sighed. “Okay, fine, I’ll try to tell them to leave me alone so I can recover.” Goodness only knows if they would listen.

“Knock knock.” A voice said causing the pair’s attention to move to the door. A small-ish dragon with orange scales, purple spines, and teal eyes was peeking in. “I heard some bat got himself hurt.”

“Aheh, yeah,” Dig rubbed the back of his head with a hoof. “Iiiiit was more of a case of pent up sexual frustration coming out and backfiring on me.”

“You don’t say?” The dragoness grinned.

“Smolder, what are you doing here?” Redheart groaned. Oh, apparently the dragoness had some history here.

“What?” ‘Smolder’ whined. “I just want to make conversation.”

“So long as you two only talk. I’ll leave you two alone.” Redheart groaned, “I have other patients to check on.”

“Don’t have to worry about me.” Smolder said innocently. Redheart left and Smolder walked in. She sat in the chair next to his bed.

“Is she gone?” A familiar voice popped up from the open window. Gilda and Ember peeked in, grinned, then crawled through the window. Smolder noted the swollen bellies, clearly bearing eggs.

“Ember, Gilda, no!” Dig Site groaned. “You can’t keep doing this! If Redheart catches you here, I’ll be kept longer.”

“She’ll wha-” Ember clapped her claw over Gilda’s beak.

The dragon then noticed the other dragon in the room. “What’s she doing here?”

“Hi. I’m Smolder.” Smolder waved.

“She’s just here to see me, look,” Dig glared at the pair. “You have to leave me alone. If you make my self-inflicted injuries worse, it’ll be longer before I can come home. Consider it an order if you have to.”

Ember grumbled then sighed. “Fine… Master…” She grumbled and dragged the clearly pissed griffon to the window and tossed her out, before leaving herself.

Smolder looked at Dig. “Master?” She raised a scaly brow.

“It’s...just a game we play,” the stallion thought quickly. How old was she anyways?

“Sure, game.” She rolled her eyes and smirked at him. “You look concerned.”

“How old are you, kid?” the stallion asked her bluntly.

“Twenty-one.” Smolder smirked.

“Ah.” Well, if she asked he’d probably have to explain it.

“So, games?” She asked, leaning back in the chair and crossing her arms over her chest, while she uncrossed her legs.

“Ah,” Dig repeated, looking away. “I, uh...might’ve said a few things while ruining those two.” He glanced back and then stared out the window. “I might’ve made them call me their master,” he admitted. “While...fucking every hole they had until they couldn’t walk. And then I couldn’t walk because of pain, so I had to wait for them to recover to go get help.” He wistfully looked at the ceiling. “I think Gilda’s still cleaning the living room of all the cum that went right through her…”

“Welp. That’s pretty fucking hot.” Smolder chuckled, though her cheeks were flushed and she seemed to be breathing a little heavily. “They’re lucky. Though it sucks that you’re stuck here all alone with nodragon to keep you company.”

“I think every time I get a visitor, Redheart gets the hose ready,” Dig Site pointed out. “I can wait as long as it takes to recover. Especially if the ‘master’ thing stuck and they actually follow orders.”

“Well, I could always keep you company. I can get you things, ferry information to your dragonesses, suck you off, chat, go for food runs, you name it.” She shrugged with a grin, propping her legs up so her feet were on the chair, her knees rested against her chest. She leaned back a bit and he got a full view of her small dragoness hood nestled between her feet. “Anything you want.”

“...I get the feeling you have an agenda,” Dig pointed out as he managed to get one eye looking at the doorway. “And that if you actually followed through on it Redheart wouldn’t let you visit anymore.”

“What? Me? I didn’t say anything.” She grinned. “And, I’m just trying to be nice.”

...This was gonna be a looooooong week.

Smolder was flying back to her friend’s house, unfortunately that was the only place she could bunk unless she wanted to start working for her money. And ponies didn’t like to hire a dragon that looks mostly like a kid.

There was a whoosh and she yelped. A set of claws and a set of talons were around each arm as she was dragged off.

It didn’t take long to get to a house, it didn’t seem particularly special.

She ended up being dumped off on the couch.

“Why were you in our stallion’s room?!” Ember snapped, her face inches from Smolder’s

“Whoa there!” Gilda tugged the larger dragoness away. “Chill. She’s not trying to steal Dig.” She paused. “You’re not right?”

“No!” Smolder yelped.

“Good.” Gilda said with a slow breath.

As the pair calmed down, Gilda making sure Ember didn’t tear her in half, Smolder noticed something still very noticeable over the scents of cleaning products. This house smelled like sex. It seemed mostly Dig and that was almost intoxicating. The smells started a burning itch in her nethers.

“Hey kid.” Gilda snapped Smolder’s attention, back to the griffon. It seemed the dragoness had grumbled and stomped off upstairs.

“I’m twenty-one.” Smolder deadpanned bluntly.

Gilda blinked. “Really?”

“I get that a lot.” Smolder rolled her eyes. “Yes, I look young, it sucks, can we move on?”

“Sure.” Gilda sat on her haunches. “So, before Ember got jealous, we initially had a question for you.”

“Shoot.” Smolder shrugged.

“So, we can’t go back to the hospital now. Entirely our fault since our stallion’s supposed to be recovering.” Gilda rubbed her eyes with her talons. She looked at the smol dragoness. “However, you can.”

“What, you want me to spy for you or something?” Smolder smirked. “Would I be passing notes between the three of you?”

“That’s not too far off.” Gilda admitted. “Also, sorry in advance for everything, we’re both kinda hormonal and I think we might be a tad addicted to him.”

“Okay.” Smolder shrugged.

“Now I- Wait, what?” Gilda blinked.

“I’ll do it.” Smolder said. “On one condition. I want in.”

“You want… in?” Gilda blinked in confusion.

“Yeah.” Smolder nodded. “This. Your herd.”

“Whoa, what?” Gilda leaned away.

“You heard me.” Smolder crossed her arms over her chest.

“...Why?” Gilda asked a little hesitantly.

“I just do.” Smolder snorted.

“Ooookay…” Gilda narrowed her eyes. “What do you know about sex?”

“Everything.” Smolder smirked.

“Oh, everything.” Gilda nodded, looking impressed. “That’s something.”

“Yep.” Smolder said confidently.

“Well, fill me in.” Gilda smiled.

“Wut.” Smolder blinked.

“Fill me in. If you know everything then you can tell me what we’re missing in this relationship.” Gilda nodded and leaned in towards the dragoness. “So, tell me, how do we spice up our sex life?”

“W-well… You… ummmm….” Smolder blushed. “You… ummm….”

“You don’t know anything.” Gilda deadpanned.

“I don’t know anything.” Smolder wilted.

“Right.” Gilda leaned back, crossing her talons over her chest. “So… Want to?”

Smolder’s eyes widened. “Absolutely!”

“Right, well now I need to go have a chat with Ember.” Gilda sighed. “You.” She pointed at the dragon. “Stay here.” She pointed down. “I’ll be back.”

Dig Site sighed. Well, they actually seemed to be listening to him. And according to Redheart, it would only be a few more days before she’d let him go. She was glad that she didn’t have to watch for Ember or Gilda anymore. Though...he did seem to have gained a different draconic admirer.

“And how’s our recovering stallion?” And there she was.

“Hey Smolder, how are my girls doing?” the stallion waved at her with a wing.

“Pent up and missing you, but other than that fine. Gilda’s work is going well and Ember actually started organizing and calculating the worth of your stuff in the basement. Though for some reason she doesn’t like being down there alone.” Smolder said, walking in, sitting down, and swinging her legs back and forth. “And how are you holding up?”

“Bored as Tartarus, but I’m fine,” the stallion sighed. “I mean it’s my groin that’s injured, not my hooves. Haven’t they heard of a book around here?”

“Oh!” She reached into the bag she brought with her. “Here.”

“Hmm?” Dig Site raised an eyebrow, before smiling widely. “Oh sweet salvation, something to do!” he cheered, taking the book from her. “You, are a lifesaver,” he praised the small dragoness.

“You’re welcome! I have a few other things if you want them.” Smolder smiled.

“Oh, like what?” Dig replied, putting the book to a side for the moment.

She just held out the bag. “Take a look inside.”

Dig Site picked the bag up and blushed crimson the moment he looked inside. “Ah...how...did you sneak any of this past Redheart?” he stammered.

“Very carefully.” She said smugly, giggled, then said. “I tossed it through a window.”

“...Don’t give the girls ideas,” the batstallion shuddered, passing it back to her.

“Thanks.” She grinned and set it down. Then she gave him a sidelong look. “Say….” She chewed her lip for a moment. “How’s the recovery going?”

“Eh, I’ll be here for a few more days while they fix the fractures in my bones fully,” the stallion shrugged. “It hurts to even consider moving my hind legs.”

“Awwww…” Smolder cooed. “Anything I can do to help?”

Dig Site gestured over to one corner of the room, where a jar of some sort of cream lay. “Redheart was supposed to smear that on my legs half an hour ago,” he admitted. “Guess she’s busy. It helps with the pain.”

“I can do that.” Smolder offered, hopping off her seat.

The stallion watched her spread the white cream over her claws, before the dragoness hopped up onto his bed and wandered over to his flank. “Now be careful,” he said. “The bones are still fragile.”

Smolder actually shook a little. She took a breath and slowly spread it over his flank and legs. “How’s that?”

“Ooooh, I can already feel it working,” Dig cooed, practically melting into the bed.

“Good.” Smolder sighed. “That’s good. Anything else I can do while I’m up here?”

“Just be sure to get both legs evenly,” the stallion muttered as he practically turned to putty under her claws.

“Right.” She continued to rub down his leg, before switching to the second one. That elicited a moan that made the small dragoness blush.

“Hmmmm…” She gulped. “Does… that feel good?”

“It’s heaven,” the stallion muttered. “Honestly, you’re a lifesaver all over again…”

She ran her claws up his leg towards his flank. “W-well you’re welcome.”

“Gonna have to thank you somehow,” the stallion murmured.

“I-I could think of something…” She muttered, trying to concentrate.

“Mm?” Dig flicked an ear at her.

“Oh! I was just coming to do that!” Redheart’s exclamation made the small dragon jump.

Smolder whirled. “Sorry! H-he just asked!”

“Oh, it’s fine. Thanks. You saved me a trip.” Redheart smiled happily. “If you did more of this, then I wouldn’t have to throw you out for loitering around the hospital.”

“I wouldn’t mind helping him out.” Smolder smiled weakly.

“Well, I’d appreciate it.” Redheart nodded and turned to leave. The last thing Smolder heard was. “That’s much better. Nothing like his mares.”

“So… Want me to continue?” Smolder asked.

“Nah, you got everything already,” Dig answered easily. “Too much is just as bad as too little.”

“Alright.” She hopped off the bed and wiped her claws off on a towel. Then she bent over to grab her bag, raising her tail as she did, which drew Dig’s eye. He couldn’t look away, even as he blushed at the sight. Poking out of her snatch was a light blue dildo, and poking out of her ass was a white dildo. Then Smolder stood up. She turned to look at him. “You’re blushing.” She walked towards him and whispered in his ear. “Stage One is not dropping them.” Then she nipped his ear. With that she turned and walked out.

...Ohhhhh boy, this was going to be Tartarus all over again.

“And how are you feeling today?” Smolder asked as she occasionally shifted in her seat. “B-by the way, the girls MISS you.” She shuddered. She was acting very strange. She glanced towards the door and hopped off the bed. For a sec her legs buckled then she walked over to him. She winced and moaned softly. Her eyes met his. “H-heh. Guess what?”

“What.” Dig stated more than asked. He’d gotten used to these sessions and both loved and dreaded them.

She leaned in, “E-Ember said I-I ah- I-I was ready for a vibe…” She squeaked. “I-It’s proximity based. B-based on h-how close I am to y-you… I-I don’t m-mind being this close.... Y-you’re so fuzzy.”

Smolder had been like this all week, doing various things to try and tempt him into extending his stay. She somehow convinced Redheart that she was so helpful that she could have the door closed. She read erotic letters from his girls, told him in detail of what they were doing to her, what they’d do to him when he got back, even on the rare occasion, told her her own fantasies about him. There was something oddly sweet about how much she was doing for them.

“W-what d-do you think?” She asked breathily. Her legs were shaking.

“I think you’re trying to steal a kiss to see how powerful that thing between your legs can go,” Dig said with dry amusement.

“C-can’t b-blame a-a girl f-for t-trying.” She gasped and bit down on her claw for a second. “B-but i-it’ll n-never be as p-powerful a-as you….”

“Tell you what,” Dig smirked at her. “Close your eyes and count to three out loud. If you’re a good girl and don’t peek, you’ll get a surprise.”

“O-okay.” Smolder replied breathlessly, closing her eyes. “O-one. T-two. Th-three.”

On ‘three’, Dig Site pulled her close and kissed her stomach...right over her womb and the buzzing vibrator. Smolder squirmed in his grip, her legs twitching and spasming as she let out quiet squeaks. A few drops hit the floor.

“Mmm, such a good girl,” Dig Site chuckled, letting her go. “Oh, some good news. I should be getting out tonight, assuming everything’s healed right.”

“G-good….” Smolder had to hold onto the bed, her legs weren’t working right. “C-can I-I be your good girl tonight?”

“Assuming you can make it home, sure,” the batpony chuckled.

Smolder took a deep breath in. “I can do it! I can do it.” A little stiffly she marched out of the room.

Well...this was slightly depressing. Nobody came to get Dig Site when he was released. Still, he knew where his girls would be. Smolder had only been talking about it all week. He flew home (doctors orders, stay off the legs as much as possible for another week, and if he had to have sex, be the bottom) and opened the front door.

There was the scent of lit candles. That was a first. Probably a first in the entire time he’d lived here. There was also the sound of the fireplace crackling in the living room. That’d probably be where they-

As soon as he walked in he had to blink to make sure he was seeing what her was seeing. Ember and Gilda had Smolder pinned between them and they were alternating pumping into the small dragon’s holes.

The stallion cleared his throat to get their attention. “Ladies,” he greeted them when they looked at him, well two did. “I admit that’s a tasty looking sandwich, but care to explain the role of the filling tonight?”

“Dig! Hi! We’re celebrating.” Ember grinned, never losing pace with the smaller dragon.

“Guess what we’re celebrating.” Gilda giggled, lightly squeezing the smol dragons ass.

“Well, I’m not sure if it’s my return or not,” the stallion admitted. “Care to enlighten me?” He walked over towards the scene playing out and sat down on his haunches, his boner already growing at the sight before him.

“Well obviously we’re celebrating you, dweeb.” Gilda rolled her eyes.

“We’re celebrating the new member of the herd.” Ember grinned.

Smolder looked over at him, and through her clear haze, she smiled at him. “S-Surprise!” She squeaked.

“Well while I would love to initiate her myself, I’ve been told I can’t take an active role in sex for another week, to let my bones heal up some more,” Dig commented, though he did spread his legs to put himself on full display. “So, if she wants my approval...she’ll have to earn it.”

The girls stopped, earning a whine from the orange dragon. The pair pulled away and the dragon dropped to the ground like a puppet with her strings cut. The girls stepped back and sat down.

Smolder got up shakily. “You might want to lay down.”

Dig Site chuckled and rolled onto his back, his cock jutting up from his crotch like a spire of stallionness.

Smolder walked up to him. It seriously looked like it was the size of her whole torso. She stared in awe.

“You sure he’s not gonna kill her?” Gilda asked, sounding slightly concerned.

“She’ll try and won’t get anywhere,” Dig Site said confidently.

The small dragon set her jaw. She rolled her shoulders and popped her neck. Then her eyes narrowed. She stepped up and over him. His shaft actually rubbed up against her. The flared head ground into her lips. “Okay.” She breathed and slowly pressed down. His flare strained against her pussy, only to finally push inside with a pop. And she. Was. Tight.

“Sweet Luna, what have you been feeding this girl?” Dig Site grunted as he lay there, not able to come to grips quite yet with what she was managing to do.

She lowered, inch-by-inch. Her face was screwed up in a mix of concentration, lust, and a small amount of pain.

“How?” Gilda’s voice asked, sounding stunned.

“I-don’t-know!” Dig grunted. This made no sense but he couldn’t stop her now.

“Just- Just you wait.” Smolder managed through grit teeth. “You’ll get to m-mold m-me around you. M-make me y-your p-personal cocksleeve.” She actually growled and pushed herself down harder.

“Ember talk some-some sense into her before she huURTS herself!” Dig managed to grunt out. How? How was she so far down already? She should be ripped in half!

“You know… You remember what I said about rare dragons the other day?” Ember sounded honestly impressed.

“Oh, Bullshit!” Gilda cried. “So, what she has a Magic Pussy?”

“Yeah. I mean, weirder things have happened.” Ember acknowledged.

Smolder really wasn’t paying attention. She was panting now, not in pain, but in need. “I-will-take-all-of-you.”

Okay, Dig Site didn’t know how she’d managed to make it to the ring, but she had to stop. There was no way there was more space in there. He tried to reach up and take the small dragoness off of him…

Smolder’s eyes snapped open as she grabbed onto his hoof and tugged.

“See, I’ll show you.” Ember now loomed over the dragon.

“Ember!” Gilda snapped.

Ember put her claws on Smolder’s shoulders and pushed.

Smolder suddenly saw stars.

Dig Site came instantly, filling the tightest snatch he’d had so far with all his pent-up seed from a week’s worth of teasing and her tormenting him.

Smolder panted as her ass sat on his balls.

“See?” Ember pointed at the griffon. “I told you.”

“How- What- Bullshit!” Gilda snapped more in shock than anger.

Dig’s eyes opened and he looked at the dragon. Other than a small bulge in her lower stomach, she seemed perfectly normal, although she was shaking.

“You’re...going to explain this later,” Dig Site huffed as he lay there with a dragoness affixed to his crotch.

“Y-you’re not mad, r-right?” Smolder squeaked out. “S-sorry… ad-adjusting.”

“No, you’re fine,” Dig said, patting her leg. “Just...you’re not in pain, right?”

“N-nope.” Suddenly her legs gave out and she flopped forward onto his chest. Not an inch slipped out. “You… feel… amazing!”

“...You’re gonna make me walk around with you like this, aren’t you,” the stallion deadpanned.

“That I wanna see.” Ember grinned.

Smolder pouted, propping herself up on her elbows and lightly raised her hips. “You’re saying.” She dropped them back onto his hips. “You don’t.” She raised them again. “Want that.” She dropped them again. “To happen?”

“...Girls, I found a new cocksock,” the stallion said simply as he watched the determined little dragoness go to work on what she could. “And unlike you, she’s small enough to be worn as one.”

Smolder pushed herself to a sitting position. She bit her lip and squeezed her tunnel. “Ember…” She groaned. “C‘mere…”

Ember knelt next to Smolder. “What you brave little dragon.”

“Mmm mmm.” Smolder shook her head. “Stand up.” Confused, the larger dragon agreed. The moment she did. Smolder latched onto her thighs with her claws and shoved her face into Ember’s crotch. Causing Ember to gasp, then groan.

“Well this is going well so far,” the stallion in the group groaned. “Fuck, she’s tight. Seriously, you could crush gems in her pussy.”

Smolder moaned as she started to rock and bounce on his shaft as her tongue explore the larger dragon’s snatch.

Ember groaned and grabbed onto Smolder’s horns.

Immediately Smolder squealed and shook, rocking and bouncing faster.

“Whatever you did...don’t stop…” the stallion grunted as he did his utmost to not move. “She just got twice as tight.”

Ember squeezed Smolder’s horns. Said small dragon tried to cry out, but her mouth was around Ember’s pussy. It only resulted in Ember cumming down the smaller dragon’s throat. Smolder roughly rocked her hips back and forth, which only resulted in her getting another load of cum injected directly into her deepest depths.

“F-Fuck...she’s sucked two loads out of me and isn’t bulging at all,” Dig moaned.

“Now.. we- j-just need t-to get her to c-cum.” Ember gasped as the smaller dragon continued to tongue-fuck her. She growled and roughly squeezed Smolder’s horns.

Smolder’s whole body shuddered and started to twitch. With a muffled moan, Dig felt the telltale squeezing of an orgasm. Unfortunately, he had nothing left to give to the small dragoness, so he just laid there and let her put his dick through the tightest, wettest vice it had ever been stuck in.

Smolder eventually stopped twitching, starting to slump down a bit. Ember hooked her claws under the smaller dragons shoulders and tugged. Smolder slowly came off with a loud *shlorp*. Funnily enough, there wasn’t a mess coating Dig’s dick, except for the sheen of Smolder’s juices.

“Oh, she’s self-cleaning too.” Gilda commented.

“The faq is she keeping it all?” Dig asked with a blink to clear his head. “She’s got two loads and her stomach’s flat!”

Ember’s brow furrowed and she pressed down on the dragon’s stomach. There was a soft moan, but nothing came out. She looked at Dig and shrugged.

“...If she gets a clutch and doesn’t swell at all, I’m throwing in the towel,” the batpony warned.

“Where are we putting her?” Ember asked.

“Fuck it,” Dig moaned, rolling over and pushing himself to his hooves. “Cuddle pile in the room.”

“Yay cuddle pile!” Gilda cried. “By the way, that was hot.”

“Come off featherbrain.” Ember rolled her eyes as she picked up the out of it smol dragon.

Dig Site woke up the next day to...an argument.

“Listen! This is the daily thing!” That was Gilda.

“But I want to be his sock all day!” And that was Smolder.

“You’d probably end up killing him.” Gilda replied.

“They’d been at it for awhile.” Ember grumbled, pulling him into a hug. “I just wanted to sleep.”

“Seconded,” Dig grumbled, nuzzling the larger dragoness.

“Unless…” She nuzzled his cheek. “I could cockblock them?”

“I mean I’m not allowed to do anything so I can’t stop you-”

“Oh gladly…” Ember started to rub down his chest. “They’re gonna be so mad.”