Author's Note

Kinks: 'Impossible insertions, treating smol creatures like cocksocks, and double-pregnancy

007 - Inflating the numbers

A week had passed. A delicious week of Dig Site being home and following the rules of his doctors. He was a good stallion, he stayed off his legs as much as possible and let the girls engage with him. This usually meant that Ember and Gilda tried to think of new and interesting ways to test Smolder’s limits. Ember dubbed Smolder, or Smolder’s pussy, the Hammerspace Dragon. It turned out dick wasn’t the only thing it could fit. She unintentionally, on Dig’s part at least, was used as a carrying case for all sorts of things. Smolder would just have to find somewhere private so whoever could retrieve the needed item. Over the week she upgraded her title to Pussy of Holding.

An example of Smolder’s testing went as such.

“Okay.” Ember rested her claw on a dark purple pillar. “We special ordered this thing. It cost poor Dig some bits.”

“I swear I’m just curious.”

“Of course you are sweetie.” Ember glanced at the stallion. “This is the size of an adult dragon.”

Smolder smirked at the towering latex dragonhood. “I’m ready.”

A few minutes later.

“Well I’ll be damned.” Ember admitted with raised brows. “Took less time than I thought.”

Gilda stared blankly at the small dragon sitting atop a pair of latex balls almost bigger than herself. “... I need a drink. Anybody need a drink?”

At the end of the week and after a subsequent checkup, Dig was diagnosed, good as new. Though it was recommended that he not shatter his own pelvis again in the future.

“Aaaah,” Dig breathed easier once he was out of the hospital. “Glad that’s over with. Now I can go home and defuse the latest crisis.”

On getting in, Ember met him at the door, it also seemed that she didn’t want to let him inside. “Hey! How was the visit?”

“Doctors say I’m healed up, good as new,” the stallion said, trying to edge around the dragoness. “Okay...what’s going on?” he questioned when she blocked him.

“Noth-”

A loud squeaking moan came from inside. “Ah-ha! How do you like that you little munchkin! Don’t. Steal. My. Fish!”

“I’won’t’I’prmisss…” Came the moaning slurred sentence.

“Dammit…” Ember faceclawed.

“...Ember, is Gilda doing something to Smolder,” Dig asked, well, stated really. “Do I need to discipline the catbird?”

Ember just stepped aside. Dig strode forward into the dining room to see what awaited him there.

The griffon was elbow deep in the small dragon, gripping Smolder’s left horn and squeezing. The catbird noticed Dig. She blinked, then grinned as she reared onto her hindlegs, hefting the squirming dragon up. “Say ‘ello to my little friend!” Smolder gave a particularly loud squeak. “What a whiny little puppet, you are!”

“Gilda, we talked about this,” Dig deadpanned. “Stop abusing the midget just because you can. For all you know, she’ll suck you in.”

Gilda blinked and looked down at the dragon. With a tug, her talon came free, then she dropped Smolder.

Smolder got to her feel shakily. “M’good. M’good.” She shook herself. “That was interesting. Not bad though…”

“Yeah, well I don’t want you to get interested in shoving griffons up your cunt, they’re all pointy bits,” Dig joked.

Smolder shivered. “Nope, nothing pointy please.” She blinked. “Hooves aren’t pointy.”

“True,” Dig nodded, wondering where she was going with this.

“Care to try?” Smolder smirked at the batpone.

“I like being on this side of the portal-pussy, thanks,” the batstallion deadpanned. “So, what was happening before Gilda treated you like a puppet?”

“Smolder stole my fish.” Gilda pointed at the small dragon.

“I speared a piece with a fork.” Smolder grumbled, rolling her eyes.

“...So the issue is not enough food?” the stallion raised an eyebrow.

“Gilda grilled up some fish that she got from Stud. Smolder speared a piece and ate it.” Ember explained, leaning against the kitchen entryway. “We’re fine on food so far, though we’ll need to go shopping in a day or two.”

“Fine, fine,” Dig Site rolled his eyes. “Hey squirt, wanna go for some ice cream while we leave grumpyguss and scale-ass together?” he asked Smolder.

The orange dragoness gasped, wiggling her balled up claws. “That sounds great!”

“Hey Dig, do I have permission to punish catbird?” Ember asked.

“Sure, go nuts,” Dig nodded as the smaller dragon climbed onto his back. “Oof, careful there,” he told Smolder. “You’re not exactly light.”

“Awww… Are you calling me fat?” Smolder teased.

“No. Dense.” Gilda called out.

“Fat comes later,” Dig promised as they made their way to the door. “Assuming you can even carry eggs that is.”

He felt her quiver. “I want eggs sooo bad….”

“Not in public,” the stallion chastised her as they left, hearing a final squawk from Gilda as Ember descended on her.

“What?” Smolder asked, leaning over to rest herself between his wings and on the back of his neck.

“Pretty sure most ponies are still gonna look at you like a kid,” the stallion pointed out. “And they’ll not take kindly to me ‘corrupting’ you if you go on about eggs.”

“Awww. I guess you’re right.” She hugged his neck. “Though…” She whispered in his ear. “What do you think about me wearing a school filly uniform?”

Dig gulped thickly before answering. “I think you’re going to give me a boner in broad daylight,” he answered quietly.

“It happens to every stallion sometimes.” Smolder giggled then whispered in his ear again. “I’m s-sorry sir. Is there a-a way I could make up my grade d-during detention?”

“Dammit Smolder, stop that!” Dig all but snapped at her. “We’re here for ice cream and nothing else!” Even as he said that, his face was blushing something fierce.

“Sorry Dig!” She chirped, hugging his neck tightly and nuzzling him while whispering. “Do you really want me to stop?”

“...For now,” he admitted.

“You got it.” She whispered lightly pecking his ear.

Dig Site paid for them both to have ice cream cones and they sat on a nearby bench, licking up the creamy treat. Smolder looked innocent enough, but the ice cream started to drip on her claws and face. The white cream rolled down her cheeks and muzzle.

Dig blushed at the similarities between the cold treat and something else she liked to have on her face.

She smirked at him as she finished off her cone, then made a show of slowly licking the cream off her claws and from around her muzzle.

Dig, on the other hoof, got an edge to his gaze at her. He opened his mouth and-

That was a lot of tongue. It wrapped all the way around his ice cream twice before yanking it into his maw.

Smolder’s jaw dropped as her legs clamped together.

Dig merely threw the empty cone into his mouth; best not to waste a good waffle cone. The crunch underlined his smirk at the dragoness.

“H-hey. Stay here for a few. I’ll be right back!” The dragoness hopped off bench and pointed off. The stallion shrugged as he laid down on the bench, waiting for her to do...whatever it was she needed to do. She grinned and ran off.

A few minutes he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Dig...~”

The stallion turned to see who it was.

Smolder was wearing a white button down shirt, a black tie, and a skirt that went to just above her knees. “How do I look?~”

“Like a proper schoolfilly,” the stallion complimented her. “Very cute.”

“Awww! Thanks!” She blushed. “Where to now?

“Well, if you’ve got everything you need, we can go home,” Dig mused. “Gilda should have learned her lesson by now.”

“Sounds good to me.” She nodded. “Wanna get up, or you good?”

“Yeah yeah,” the stallion rolled his eyes, getting off the bench and crouching so Smolder could have her ride back. She crawled on and situated herself behind his wings. Though, she was slightly damp.

“Huh. The clothes fresh out of the wash or something?” the stallion asked as they began walking back to his house.

“Which clothes?” She asked.

“Your panties,” the stallion pointed out as they neared the outskirts of town.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “What panties?”

Aaaaand that was his boner slapping against his chest. Dammit Smolder! Plus there was no way she didn’t hear or smell that.

“Want some relief…” She whispered huskily. “Daddy?”

“N-Not...in public,” the stallion groaned.

“What public?” She nipped his ear.

“Just...wait until we get ho-”

She bit down on his ear.

“-fuck!” the stallion hissed, nearly jumping and throwing her off. “Y-you can’t keep do-”

She grabbed his ears and ground her thumbs over the fluff. “Why not?”

“A-Anypony could walk by and see!” he managed to get out a full sentence.

“Anypony could come by and see.” She growled. “Though… We could make sure there’s no boner to see… And home’s not that far.”

“Smolder if you try to play ‘hide the sausage’ while we’re in public I-” the stallion started to threaten.

“You’ll punish me?” She breathed into his ear.

“I swear to Luna if you try to ride me before we get home I’m shoving Gilda and Ember up your cunt,” the batpony promised.

“Temp~ting.~” Smolder sang.

Dammit, he had to be close to home now! Just around this corner and-

There it was, salvation! Get in the door and he could get the lewd dragoness off his back!

“So close Daddy, almost there.~” The small dragon growled.

“You just stay put where you are,” the stallion warned her. “Once we get home we can-”

The dragon ground herself up between his wings.

“Don’t you dare!” the stallion warned. There wasn’t that far to go now. If he sprinted he could get to the door in seconds.

She swung around under him, pressing herself into him. His entire length was sandwiched between his underbarrel and a very hot dragon.

“Smolder!” the stallion said in a very un-stallion tone of voice. He could almost touch the doorknob. Just another second…

Smolder started to buck her hips against his base. He could feel her heat through the cloth of the skirt.

The door opened and shut around them, marking the pair’s return home. Dig panted heavily, leaning against a wall as he recovered from the sudden run.

“Dig? Smolder? How’d it go?” Gilda asked, peeking around the corner. “Wait, where’s Smolder?”

“She...is going to be punished when I get my breath back,” the stallion vowed, spreading his legs slightly so the hen could see the smaller dragoness clinging to his underside.

“Oh I see!” Gilda grinned. “By the way, Ember wore herself out. Punish her for me.”

“Yes…. Punish me Daddy….” Smolder groaned.

“That’s different… Not opposed to it.” Gilda admitted. “Want me to tug off the leech?”

“Nope,” Dig shook his head. “Smolder, initiate cock-sock protocol.”

Smolder gasped and crawled up him until her face was inches from his. “Sit on your haunches please.”

Dig nodded and sat down, spreading his legs for her to have easy access. Her lips kissed his flare. She looked into his eyes and smirked. “Care to do the honors?”

Dig rolled his eyes, but put a hoof to her head and started to sink her down on his cock.

“Ooooohohoho…. Yessss….” Smolder groaned, hugging his chest as she melted against him. Eventually their groins met and the stallion started to stand up...with her still suctioned to his cock. “S-so good…” She moaned.

“So. Just going to spend the day with her there?” Gilda asked.

“Nah...I’m going to keep her there until she falls off,” Dig chuckled. “Let’s see how many loads I pump into my orange cock-sock by the end of it, hmm?”

“Well, wanna go somewhere to put her to the test?” Gilda smirked.

“What did you have in mind?” the stallion raised a brow.

“Oh, well, we could make out and cuddle.” Gilda said nonchalantly. “While Smolder eats my cunt. Unless you can think of something better.”

“How about fucking her ass with that double-ended dildo?” Dig posed.

Gilda blushed. “The big one we got?”

“Why not?” Dig shrugged. “Meet you on the bed in five~”

“Gotcha!” Gilda snapped as her wings popped out.

“A-am I a good cocksock?” Smolder squeaked out.

“Oh, you’re about to be the best~” Dig murred down to her.

It had been a month and there was a surprising, or unsurprisng, lack of bulge from the small dragon. Except one day at breakfast…

Dig, Ember, and Smolder sat around the table as Gilda brought out more food.

“Who’s the best mother hen?” Gilda asked, her belly starting to show more.

“Well we all know what the rest of us are like if we try to cook, so winner by default isn’t much of a win,” Dig pointed out with a bit of dry humor.

“Awww. I’ll take it.” Gilda grinned, kissing the top of Dig’s head.

“I will tell you Gilda.” Ember spoke up. “You really know how to cook. You tried ba-”

There was a groan from the small dragon that made everyone look at her.

Suddenly.

~Fwumph!~

Smolder ballooned out, like an orange beach ball.

“Da fuq?!” Gilda yelped.

“Ah shit, I thought this might happen.” Ember groaned.

“What?! What is that?!” Gilda snapped, throwing atalon at the dragon-like ball.

“I don’t think I’m hungry anymore…” Smolder groaned.

“Ember...care to explain?” Dig asked calmly, though he was freaking out on the inside.

“So!” Ember clapped her claws together. “Basically her magic is trying to compensate for her having a clutch. As far as I could tell, her magic only effects up to her womb. We need it to include her womb.”

“So that she doesn’t look like she’s trying to carry eggs just as big as she is,” Dig noted aloud. Okay, there was a plan. Right?

“Exactly.” Ember nodded, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Ember, why are you chill about this?” Gilda once again gestured at the Smol-balloon.

“Cause I saw it coming.” Ember shrugged.

“And you didn’t warn us, why?” Gilda raised a brow.

“I wanted to see your reactions.” The older dragoness shrugged again.

“So this is something that can be easily done, right?” the stallion pressed. “Like training or something.”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Ember nodded. “Her magic’s passive so it’ll just be some exercises, things like that.”

“...Question, how is she supposed to do that while she’s too big to do anything but roll?” the stallion pointed out.

“We roll, or carry her around until the exercises start working.” Ember explained. “It’s mainly meditation and breathing exercises.”

“Wait a sec…” Gilda held up a talon. “Do you have any dragon magic?”

“How hard could it be to help Smolder become Smol again?” Dig shrugged.

“Shouldn’t be too hard.” Ember chomped down on a ruby.

“I’d prefer to be small again, if I get a say in this.” Smolder spoke up. “This doesn’t exactly hurt, but it’s not comfortable. Though, that could be the chair.”

“Come on, let’s carry her up to the room so Ember can work with her,” Dig spoke aloud, walking over to the chair the orange ball was wedged in and starting to work her free. Gilda and Ember to got up to help.

“Gently.” Smolder whined.

“Oh, sorry for hurting you,” Dig apologized automatically.

“It’s fine. Just- get me outta the chair!” the not-so-smol dragon growled.

The stallion managed to pop her out of the chair and was about to put Smolder on his back before considering the weight of the matter. Then he passed her to Ember for her to carry. Ember then carried her off upstairs.

“Well, hopefully that’ll help,” Dig sighed, sitting back down. “Still, it’s happened, and can’t happen again to catch us off guard.”

Gilda let out a breath. “Yeah… That was… shocking…” She groaned and sat down.

“So…” Dig glanced over to Gilda. “You good?”

“Huh?” She blinked. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“Good,” Dig sighed. “I guess it’s just us today, while Ember trains Smolder.”

“Yeah, any plans?” She asked.

“Could always fuck you,” Dig said honestly.

“Oh, forward.” Gilda smiled, resting her elbows on the table. “Tell me. How would you fuck me?”

“Take you out to the living room and pound your cunt until it’s insides are molded to my cock,” the stallion said with his eyebrows waggling. “Might take all day,” he mused thoughtfully. “And you might pass out a few times.”

“Kinky.” Gilda winked. “Wanna fuck my snatch and cum until that couch is white?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Dig nodded. “Wanna be on your back or your belly for your domination, featherduster?”

“Back. Rail me into the back of the couch.” Gilda started blushing, as her legs twitched.

“Mmm, I’m gonna pump so much cum into you, you’ll think you’re pregnant again~” the stallion teased, walking over to Gilda and letting one hoof run over her flank.

“Oh yes… Master…” Gilda groaned as she got up. “Make me yours….”

“Sooner you get to that couch, bitch, the sooner you’ll get your protein shot~” the stallion sang, before spanking that tight flank.

“Ah!” Gilda yelped and raced over to the couch. She virtually pounced on it and rolled over, spreading her wings, and legs for him simultaneously. Her lips were quivering and she was already leaking.

“And your special order today,” Dig said as he neared, rubbing a hoof on the griffon’s lips. “You aren’t allowed to cum unless I say so. Failure means you get fucked longer until you can learn to obey.”

“Y-yes!” Gilda yelped, her eyes widening.

Dig Site smirked.

“You want to what?” Gilda asked as she sat at a fancy table, in an equally fancy castle.

“I want to study you.” Twilight smiled at the small family. Smolder was back to her normal smol self, Ember was showing a bit more, Gilda was much bigger, and Dig…. was Dig.

“Why?” Smolder asked. “Want to study the Power of Dig’s Dick?”

Twilight blushed! “Oh! Oh no!” She shook her head. “See, I want to study your unique magic.” She looked at Smolder, then to Ember. “Your egg laying process.” She looked to Dig. “The seeming very virile semen you have.” And lastly to Gilda. “And you especially.”

“Why?” Gilda asked.

“Well, You’re…” She blushed harder. “You’re currently carrying two eggs. One well developed and one much more recently fertilized.”

“Look Gilda.” Ember chuckled, looking at the paling griffon. “You did get Double Pregnant.”

“...I guess this means no more fucking the featherduster while she’s carrying,” Dig mused.

“Fuck that!” Gilda snapped out of it and stared at Dig. “We’re going for three!”

Twilight squeaked. “Oh my…”

“Not in front of the princess!” Dig tried to back away from the griffon’s hungry stare.

“Oh, do in front of the princess.” Ember smirked. “We could teach her a few things.”

“I bet she wants to know as much as I did.” Smolder chuckled.

“K-know what?” Twilight squeaked, sounding a little breathy and hiding most of her face behind her floating clipboard.

Smolder leaned in. “Watch and learn Nerdicorn.”

Gilda pounced.