Author's Note

Kinks: Mind Control, Egg Laying, and Voracious Pussy

008 - Counting your chickens

“Dig?” Gilda called out from somewhere deeper in the house. “In the basement. What’s with this door?”

“Oh, we had too much stuff from my digging up of things,” the stallion answered easily. “So Twilight came around and installed a pocket dimension linked to that door. It’s modular, just needs a charge to change how big it is. I think this is the first time I’ve ever been really unpacked in ten years.”

“Huh… That’s actually really smart.” Gilda blinked. “Getting any help with that?”

“Yeah, Ember’s turning the whole thing into its own mini-museum,” the stallion pointed out, now walking down the stairs. “She took all the mini bags of holding into there to sort out what goes where and if we need more space.”

“And how’s that going for her?” Gilda asked. “She find anything interesting yet?”

“I…” the stallion smiled sheepishly. “I might’ve forgotten everything I catalogued?” he offered with a wince.

“Well that’s not good.” Gilda chuckled and nudged him.

Then the door opened. Ember stepped out holding a small pile of things. She jumped when she saw the pair. “Hi.”

“Yo.” Gilda said. “Got some stuff there.”

“Yep.” Ember nodded. “Some jewelry from the Crystal Empire, some Zebra artifacts that I plan on having Smolder see if Zecora wants them.”

“Fair,” Dig nodded, before pointing a hoof at a ring that was rolling away. “You dropped one.”

“Shit.” She lashed out with her tail and it slipped onto the tip of her tail. She staggered for a moment, then righted herself, shaking her head.

“Whoa,” Gilda moved to help right the dragoness. “You good?”

“Y-yeah…” Ember said a little shakily.

“You’re sure?” the stallion questioned. “Maybe being down here so long’s starting to get to you.”

“Maybe…” She shook her head again. “It is a bit stuffy.”

“Let’s go upstairs and get you some water at least,” Dig posed. “Put those things down and let’s take care of you.”

“Yes master.” Ember said, while dropping the stuff she was holding.

“Gah!” Gilda jumped. “Ember! Is any of that fragile?!”

Ember blinked, seemingly coming to. “No. It’s all pretty solid-” She looked down. “Why’s it on the floor?” She bent over to pick it up.

“Let’s...just leave it for now,” the stallion sighed. This was probably one of her games.

Ember paused. “Right…” Her brow furrowed.

“Let’s just head upstairs. I can get it later.” Gilda said putting a claw on Ember’s back.

“Yes, mistress.” Ember said, a little huskily.

Gilda frowned at her. “Dig, I wanna check something when we get upstairs.”

“Yeah, alright,” the stallion nodded. This was getting to be concerning to him as well.

The trio made it upstairs and Gilda and Dig sat Ember on the couch. The griffon got the dragoness a glass of water, which said dragoness downed.

“How’s your head?” Gilda asked.

“A little fuzzy still.” Ember admitted with a light shake.

“I think we’ve got some headache pills lying around up here,” the stallion admitted. “Want me to look for them?”

“Yeah.” Gilda nodded. “Please.”

Dig nodded and trotted off to the bathroom, to look for the medication. Leaving the griffon hen and dragoness alone.

“Ember.” Gilda said, turning to the dragoness.

“Huh?” Ember blinked at her.

“Lick my cunt.” Gilda stated.

Immediately Ember pounced on the griffon, shoved her on her back, spread her legs, and shoved her tongue into the griffon’s snatch. Gilda squawked at the suddenness.

“You okay?” Dig called from upstairs. “I heard something.”

“I-I’m good!” Gilda yelped. “E-Ember make me cum, then stop.”

Ember quadrupled her efforts and the griffon quickly came on the dragon’s face. As soon as Gilda came, Ember pulled away. She blinked in confusion, smacking her lips. “Gilda why do I taste- Gilda! On the couch?! Why would you- What’s happening?” Ember growled at the griffon.

“Are you two arguing down there?” Dig called down the stairs.

“Dig.” Gilda panted. “Come down here.”

The stallion walked downstairs. “Um, okay, that’s a creative way to solve dehydration, and I’m sorry I don’t have your pills Ember, but-”

Gilda pointed at Ember. “Tell her to do something. Anything.”

“Um, okay.” Dig looked at the snarling dragoness. “Ember, calm down.”

Ember blinked. “Yes master.” She sighed and visibly relaxed.

“That’s it? That’s what you went with?” Gilda raised a brow. “Not something more difficult, outlandish, or something she doesn't normally do?”

“I’m confused.” Ember blinked between the two.

“That makes two of us,” Dig admitted. “Gilda, what’s going on?”

“I’ll show you.” Gilda looked at Ember. “Ember, suck his dick.”

“Isn’t that something she normally do-” the stallion started to say. Only for the dragoness to pounce on him and push him onto his back. She quickly and hungrily lapped at his sheathe. The stallion let out a moan as his shaft started to swell and emerge. As it did Ember wrapped her mouth around the flare. She started to bob her head and swirl her tongue around, licking off his pre.

“W-what’s...gotten into her?” Dig breathed as she went to town on his shaft.

“It’s the ring.” Gilda sighed with a small smirk. “The one on her tail. Ember sweetie, suck him off and drink his load. And don’t you dare let anything spill.”

Ember growled and moaned as she worked her head further down on the shaft. She got to the ring and it was already poking into her throat a little, causing Dig to squirm under her. She slowly pushed past the ring with each bob.

“Think she could take all of it?” Gilda asked.

“Gilda, don’t you da-” Dig started to say.

“Princess Ember. Take all of him.” The griffon grinned wickedly.

Oh. Fuck.

With a loud growling roar, muffled by bathorse cock, Ember shoved her head down. Inch-by-inch, she swallowed him.

“You know you want to fill that belly from the front for once.” Gilda giggled, watching the pair.

“Fu- fu- fuuuuuck,” the stallion moaned. “I’m...taking the ring...off when she’s done,” he promised.

“Oh. Not now?” Gilda smirked. “How about when she’s poking your nuts with her snoot?”

Nudge nudge.

“You mean...like now?” the stallion moaned. As long as Gilda only used it like this, he didn’t see the harm in the ring every now and then…

“Ember, you’re only allowed to cum when Dig does.” The griffon smirked then tapped a talon to her chin. “That’s permanent by the way.”

There was a mmmmph of confirmation as the dragon held her head to the bat ponies hips, her throat almost constantly swallowing.

“Gilda!” Dig groaned. Okay, now she was getting devious. He’d have to snare that ring off of Ember’s tail.

How to do that while he was under her and said tail was swinging back and forth, he didn’t know…

“Just make him cum and you can wake up, Cocksleeve.” Gilda’s tail flicked back and forth as she rested her head on her crossed talons, watching the pair with amusement.

Embers tongue slowly started to wrap around the base of Dig’s shaft. The stallion let out another muffled groan as his hips started to buck up into the dragon’s maw. It wouldn’t be long before…

The dragoness got her reward, hot, fresh cum being shot down her throat into her stomach.

Ember “came to” realising that A) her face was in Dig’s hips. B) his cock was all the way down her throat. C) he was pumping shot after shot of his seed into her stomach. And D) she was having one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever experienced. Her eyes rolled back as everything started to tingle.

Eventually, Dig stopped cumming and rolled the dragoness off of him, pulling out of her mouth with a lewd slurping noise. He briefly examined her tail, pulled off the ring with a little bit of force, and turned to Gilda with a glare in his eyes.

“What… happened…” Ember asked, her throat was a little raspy. “And why haven’t I done that before?”

“Magic Ring.” Gilda giggled, looking at the dragon, not noticing the approaching batpony. “Probably cursed.”

That was when Dig pounced, managing to get one of Gilda’s talons up and slipping the ring onto one of her ‘fingers’.

Gilda blinked with wide eyes at the new jewelry. “Now Dig…” She began.

“Broodhens don’t talk,” he snapped at her.

Her beak snapped closed as she paled.

“And I’m going to put two more eggs in you today,” he vowed. “Now get that ass in the air.”

Gilda immediately propped up her back legs, making sure to keep them spread.

“Oh, and remember that order you gave Ember?” Dig said as he hopped up, pressing the tip of his flare against her lips. “Well, from this day forward, you can’t cum unless I say you can.”

Gilda’s eyes widened even further as her lips twitched.

“And since you’ve been a bad, bad girl…” the batpony mused in her ear as he started to slip forward. “You can only cum once. When I’m done with you.”

The griffon could only start panting in response.

“Now...who’s a good little broodhen?” the stallion teased.

Gilda looked back at him piteously.

“That’s right, you are~” the stallion cooed. “Ember, get over here and put her mouth to use.”

“After that.” Ember rasped, popping her neck. “Gladly…”

“Hey ummm Dig?” Smolder asked nervously, her legs shaking as she came down stairs. Though Ember’s exercises were successful, the small dragon still showed a bit of a bump. “I-I think this might be important.”

“Dig! Dig!” Ember tore after her. “There’s a problem!”

“Whoa, ladies, whose house is on fire?” the stallion joked. “Calm down, take a breath, and then tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s time.” Smolder squeaked with tears in her eyes.

“IT’S TIME!” Ember roared.

“Time?” the stallion tilted his head.

Smolder put her claws on her belly, her legs shook even more. “U-ummm, don’t be mad but… It’s time.”

“Oh. Oh.” Dig understood now. “Okay, so, we doing this here or at the hospital?” he questioned.

There was a loud thudding as Gilda half-tripped down the stairs, a large bag was on her back. “Hospital! Now! I have towels, stress balls, and snacks for all of us. Go! Go! Go!”

“You realize,” Dig said as he carried Smolder on his back, “They’re going to want to take some of your eggs out of you when we get there,” he pointed out to Gilda.

Gilda pointed a talon at him while shunting Ember on top of the bag. “They’d have to catch me first.”

“Way to say you’ll be there in the room with us while the girls lay,” the stallion deadpanned as they started their flight.

“... fuck.” Gilda swore, trying not to pull ahead.

“Isn’t that what got us in this mess?” the stallion pointed out. “How many are in there now anyways?”

“Four….” Gilda replied as the neared the hospital.

“Just...lay the first egg already, damn,” the stallion swore. “What, are you trying to give live birth?”

“... Maybe….” Gilda didn’t meet his eyes as they landed.

Redheart trotted out. “And what bri-” He face fell from happy to serious. “Inside. I can get us prepped in no time.”

“Take the eggs out of Gilda while you’re at it, the ones that are ready anyways,” the stallion suggested.

“Okay. All of you come with me.” Redheart lead them in and immediately started barking orders to various ponies, even doctors. Dig was a little overwhelmed by all the shouting, but decided to chip in.

“Be sure to blunt Gilda’s claws, she might fight back against the egg removal,” he added. “Oh, and try not to get lost in Smolder. She might look small but she can fit a dragon up that snatch of hers. Probably best to wait for the egg to come to you.”

“Got it.” Redheart noted as the family was shuttled into what looked like a large operating room. All three of the girls were put on separate gurneys. It seemed like ponies were everywhere.

“Dig. I’m scared.” Smolder managed to get out over the noise.

“Don’t worry,” the stallion called. “They’re professionals.” The small dragon held out a claw towards him, which Dig wasn’t foolish enough to take. “I know better,” he shook his head, putting a stress ball in her hand instead. “You can squeeze that until your egg comes out. We’ll cuddle afterwards, all four of us.”

Smolder ended up bursting three balls before the laying was over. She did very well, pushing out a single, shiny, bright red egg. Ember was next, swearing and threatening the whole time. She ended up laying a single charcoal black egg. Gilda was a tad different and had to be convinced for her own safety to actually lay the eggs she had. Three of them to be exact. The first was the largest and was was a dark gray. The second wasn’t much smaller than the first and was a baby blue. The last was smaller and was a dark violet.

It was a long and stressful process but all three had laid their eggs (sans one left over in Gilda) and were recovering. They were given their own room to recuperate in, as they’d have to stay the night, possibly longer, for observation for any unforeseen complications. It was there that Dig and his girls got the occasional visitor.

“Why didn’t you let me know. I wanted to document the egg laying.” Twilight pouted at the exhausted stallion.

“The only exciting thing was a doctor not listening to Redheart and getting sucked halfway into Smolder,” the batstallion swatted in her direction with a wing. Said dragoness was sleeping in a bed, hugging her egg close to her.

“Still…” Twilight sighed. “Well can I examine the eggs and your… marefriends? Fiances? I don’t really remember where your herd is at. Anyway, can I look them over when you’ve got everything settled?”

“I think they’re working on the medical readouts right now,” Dig pointed out. “That’d probably be a good place to start.”

“Oh! Wonderful!” And without as much as a thank you. Twilight left.

Only for a unicorn mare to trot in with a camera and a clipboard. She was a pale green, had a long blue mane, teal eyes, and had a beehive on her flank. She was also wearing a couple saddlebags around her barrel. “Sorry, I hope I’m not intruding on family time.” She apologized. “I’m Honey Glow. I’m a reporter, and I’ve been hearing rumors about your rather unique herd. Word travels from outside Ponyville these days, you see.” She smiled sheepishly and held out a hoof to Dig.

“Yeah, I sorta got ambushed into having this herd,” the stallion admitted, shaking the mare’s hoof. “Wouldn’t trade it for anything, but I didn’t, like, set out to woo creatures that could rend me with their claws if I didn’t give them dick.”

“I entirely understand.” Honey giggled. “This isn’t too bad a time is it?” She looked at the girls in their beds. Ember was half-dozing and Gilda was murmuring something to her eggs quietly.

“Only if you wanted the girls to answer any questions,” the stallion pointed out wryly. “They’re recovering from the laying process and probably won’t wake up until tomorrow. At which point we might be discharged to go home and make a nest for these little guys.”

“I entirely understand.” Honey nodded, and raised her clipboard in her green magic. “If you don’t mind, can I ask you a few questions?” The mare smiled hopefully.

“A few,” the stallion permitted. “If you stay any longer, Ember might smell you and wake up to protect her egg.”

“I’ll try not to take too long then.” Honey chuckled softly. “So,” she stared at her board and clicked her pen, “Who of your herd did you meet first?”

“Chronologically, that would be Gilda,” the stallion said. “Griffish was easier to learn, so that was the first country I visited when I was younger, searching for artifacts to point the way back to Dream Valley. I stumbled across her in the wilds outside one of the towns, some of her feathers having been plucked and claw marks on her flanks. She was also clearly malnourished and dehydrated. So I bandaged her up, fed her, made sure she had water to drink, and then carried her on my back to the nearest Guard outpost once I was certain she would survive the trip.”

“So you saved her life.” The mare blinked in shock. “Wow. Consider me impressed.” She grinned as she scribbled away at the clipboard.

“Next would be Ember, with about a year’s gap between them for me to learn Draconic,” the stallion continued. “I was searching the Dragon lands for clues to Dream Valley, again, and considering their long lifespan, they might’ve written it down. So I had to learn how to speak and read draconic in order to make my trip worthwhile. And on my way to the First Dragon’s den, I came across a blue spit of dragoness. The area we were in was in the middle of a thunderstorm, so I dragged her across the ground to a cave. Used my echolocation to find some gems for her to eat, which seemed to be the main issue, as well as a number of injuries on her body. All signs pointed to repeated beatings, and there might have been internal damage. So I, once again, dragged her to the nearest Equestrian Guard outpost and aided the medic in diagnosing what was wrong with her.” He flicked his ears a few times. “Turns out she had some bruised organs, which they were able to treat once they knew about them.”

“Saved two mares.. Er… females,” Honey corrected herself as she continued to write. “That’s quite a feat, even with you being a renowned archaeologist.” She smiled. “I guess the smaller one was the last?”

“Yeah, she sort of invited herself,” Dig chuckled. “She wanted to know what force could tame the other two, and they trained her while I was in the hospital with some self-inflicted injuries. When I got out, they initiated her with a whole night of pleasure. Nowadays, she sometimes spends all day with me.”

“That’s sweet.” Honey cast a glance at Smolder. “She’s definitely a cutie. What kind of training did they do?”

“Oh you know,” the stallion waved a hoof. “Dildos of increasing size, vibrators that went off in relation to her proximity to me, making a cute dragoness sandwich and railing her in both holes at the same time.”

Somehow Honey paled and blushed at the same time. She gulped. “W-wow… That’s… That’s something…” She took a shaky breath. “You all must love each other very much.”

“Well for a moment I wasn’t sure about Smolder making it in, but apparently she’s able to accommodate just about anything inside her,” the stallion admitted. “We’ve tested it with dildos the size of dragons. They just slip inside. If it weren’t for the base, we might’ve lost it in her.”

Honey blinked, then took off her camera and set it on the table next to the door. She did the same with her clipboard and pen. “You can’t be serious.” She looked over at the dragoness again. “How? Magic?”

“Yup,” the stallion nodded. “We nearly lost a doctor when he tried to go in after the egg she was laying.”

Honey snorted into a hoof. “Really?”

“Eh, I’m sure Ember would have let him out...in a month or so,” the stallion shrugged.

She giggled softly at that. “So, what does this make you, some kind of Alpha or… How does your relationship with these three work?”

“...Mostly I’m the alpha,” he admitted. “Gilda and Ember have seniority, and Smolder loves playing the cocksock. Every now and then they take control, especially when Gilda wants another egg in her.”

“Another egg?” Honey blinked. “And, sorry if I’m taking up your time.”

“Hey, until the dragons wake up, you’re good,” the stallion joked. “And yeah, Gilda can carry more than one egg at a time. I give her one, and then she comes back a week later for another. She got up to four before the doctors pulled them out of her.”

“Okay, completely off the record, off book, everything.” Honey waved her hooves. “How fucking strong is your sperm? It’s like your channeling some Ancient Equestria Virility Blessing or something.”

“...Might have something to do with a temple I found ages ago,” he admitted. “I didn’t think anything of it at the time, considering it was abandoned. I walked around, took note of the traps, the secret passageways, the totally already-broken relic on the altar-”

Honey leaned in. “Yeah? What happened?”

“I…” the stallion blushed and looked away, rubbing the back of his head. “It looked suggestive, so I picked it up. Then I heard a voice, turned around, and ended up dropping the damn thing. It shattered and all I heard was yelling in some ancient tongue that wasn’t even written about.”

“So… You’re cursed?” She blinked. “Cursed to bear foals? That doesn’t sound that bad… Well unless you sleep with a lot of different mares, then you’d have to deal with foal support, and payments, and.. Yeah… You’re lucky you have them then.” Honey smiled and gestured at the sleeping girls.

“And don’t I know it,” the stallion smiled, leaning down and kissing Ember’s head softly. “They’re the best thing to have happened to me.” His grin twitched a bit. “Even if they didn’t know how to say ‘thank you’ for a year straight…”

“Well, I’m sure they’re just as thankful to have you.” Honey said with a small smile and a nod.

“We are…” Came a soft voice from Dig’s right.

Dig and Honey looked down. Ember had an eye open. Honey immediately paled. “Thanks.” The sleepy dragoness mumbled.

Honey was taken aback. “Why?”

“We never ask him about his work… It was nice to hear about it for once.” Ember yawned. “I suppose… if you wanna come back to talk to the girls an’ I, it’d be okay.”

“O-oh… Thanks…” Honey blinked out of her shock. “Thank you…”

“No problem… jus’ quiet down a li’l bit…” Then Ember rolled over.

“Well, that’s your interview,” the stallion chuckled. “Think you got enough to work with?”

“For one article, yeah.” Honey nodded, gathering her things and stuffing them back in the bags at her sides. “Mind if I come by some time? You know, to talk with the girls when they’re coherent?”

“Heh, I dunno about that,” the stallion chuckled. “Do you know where we live?” he asked.

“You… have a point there…” Honey frowned. “I could ask Twilight Sparkle.”

“Nah, I’ll just give you directions,” the stallion said, before outlining which way his house lay as compared to the rest of town. “Anyways, the reason I asked,” he continued, “Is that normally? They’re not really coherent. There’s three states for the girls when we’re at home. Horny, being fucked, and insensate.”

“Well, horny will have to do.” Honey giggled while opening the door. “See you… Oh in a day or so.” With that she went out the door.

“Sh’s not bad…” Ember mumbled. “I liked that sh’could get you talking…”

“Whereas the rest of you seem to have one target,” the stallion pointed out. “Oh, and Nurse Redheart says no sex for a month after giving birth. Something about not damaging your hips this time.”

Ember softly whined. “But I hate usin’ vibrators…”

Outside of town, evening was falling. Honey Glow took a long breath as she paused and looked back on the town. She looked around. On seeing nopony, she closed her eyes.

~Fwumph!~

A pair of blue and green harlequin eyes looked back at the town.

An echoing rasp broke the silence.

“Soon…”