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Most ponies would be rather startled by a sudden boom hitting the side of their home and rattling the walls. And if they happened to be in the middle of, say, mixing volatile potions, then they might be startled enough to create a second boom. But not Pyrus. He was rather used to this sort of thing by now.

The unicorn calmly switched off the burner and capped the appropriate flasks and bottles, then walked on over to open the door to the apartment's balcony.

"Hey, you missed the plants that time," he said. "Getting better."

"Yeah. Thanks."

The pegasus got to his feet, shaking his still-throbbing head. He flapped his wings a couple times while silently cursing the useless things.

"So how'd today go?" Pyrus asked as they trotted back inside.

"Same as usual," Springfeather replied. "Still nothing."

"What'd they have you try?"

"Gardening." Springfeather flopped down on a beanbag chair. "I dug into one of the irrigation pipes and flooded half the nursery. Then set fire to a carrot."

"Damn, dude."

"Yeah." Springfeather stared up at the ceiling. "How's your experiment going?"

"Not too bad." There was the sound of a small explosion and a hail of broken glass from the kitchen. "Not too great."

"Better go clean that up."

"Eeyup."

While his boyfriend took care of the latest alchemical mishap, Springfeather just kept staring up at the ceiling. He'd been in the local Cutie Mark Discovery Program for just about a year now. All the ponies he met on the first day had long since gotten their own cutie marks. He'd quickly lost count of how many others had started and finished while he was still there. The counselors always dodged the question, but Springfeather was pretty sure he held some kind of record for the amount of time spent in the program.

It was pretty much the same case with his age. Springfeather had met only one other pony in the program who was old enough to buy cigarettes. And he had, of course, been even older than her. And she had, of course, found her own cutie mark by now.

But not Springfeather! If he wasn't causing property damage or temporarily crippling himself, he was just bored out of his mind. He hadn't found a whole lot that interested him much, and he couldn't seem to develop any skills beyond the "barely enough to pass that one class" stage. So he just bounced from profession to profession, occasionally earning a little money at some menial job before it finally drove him insane.

"You could go into porn," Pyrus suggested later as they were lying in bed. "You've got a pretty nice ass."

"Dear Celestia, have you seen the colts they hire nowadays? I mean, I'm sure I'd get really good at flying because I'd never fucking walk again."

"Eh, we could give you a little practice..."

"Ugh, I can't even fly right. And I'm a pegasus."

"Springy, don't get-"

"That's like, the first thing you learn when you're a pegasus. And I mean, flap your wings, try to feel the wind and-"

Pyrus grabbed him and planted a warm kiss right on his lips.

"Dude, don't worry about it," he said once the kiss was over. "No pony is useless or anything, okay? You're good at something. But you gotta keep looking if you wanna find it. You know?"

"You rehearsed that, didn't you?"

"A little bit, yeah."

"Thanks." Springfeather kissed Pyrus back on the cheek.

He at least had a boyfriend who made everything tolerable.

Springfeather yawned and stumbled in the general direction of the kitchen. It was dark, of course, but he was plenty familiar with the layout of the apartment by now. And Pyrus's experiments often provided a faint glow or two to help.

He opened the fridge, fumbled around a bit in the blinding light, and took out a bottle of milk. He unscrewed the cap, downed about half the bottle, screwed the cap back on, and put the bottle back in. Which must have been a rather impressive sight, considering that he had no hands.

His thirst taken care of, he stumbled his way back to the bedroom and crawled in under the covers next to his boyfriend. He was fast asleep before his brain fully registered that the milk had tasted just a little odd.

"Dude," Pyrus said as he shook his boyfriend awake. "Dude. Dude! Dude, dude. Dude. DUDE! Dude."

"Aaaaugh, I'm up, I'm up!"

"Uh, dude? Did you drink this stuff?" He was telekinetically holding up the half-empty milk bottle.

"Yeah, I got kinda thirs... ty..." Springfeather immediately sat up. "Please tell me that's just milk."

"Well, it's got milk in it..."

"Oh shit," said Springfeather. "What else?"

"Uh, lemme see..." Pyrus telekinetically (fuck you Open Office, that's a real word!) grabbed his notebook off the shelf. "Pregnant mare's milk, cockatrice blood, salvia divinorum extract, methylenedioxymethamphetamine, pregnant mare's urine, glucose, sucrose, lactose, psilocybin, crushed daffodils, coconut extract, shea butter, diatomaceous earth, vitamin B16, shark tears, dihydrogen trioxide, diamond juice from concentrate, gryphon milk, marshmallow pony semen, white chocolate, sugar, cyproterone acetate, aaaand unrefined natural rubber."

Springfeather blinked. "The fuck were you making?!"

"I, um... I'm not completely sure." His boyfriend gave him A Look. "Dude, come on, I'm an alchemist!"

"Okay, okay, okay." Springfeather got to his hooves. "What's gonna happen to me?"

"I dunno. Uh, how do you feel?"

"I... I'm kinda freaked the fuck out but I guess I feel fine besides that."

"Good, good." Pyrus went over to the bookshelf and started rooting around. "Um, just in case, though? I'm gonna see if I can brew up a cure for it."

"Wait, a cure? You don't know what it is, or what it does, but you know how to 'cure' it?"

"Kinda?"

"The hell does that mean?"

"I mean, I've got this recipe around somewhere, I think, that's supposed to reverse the effects of other potions. You know, like purge magic and stuff?"

"Okay, 'purge?' Is that gonna give me projectile diarrhea or something?"

"Luna, I hope not. The landlord would break my horn off for that."

Springfeather dropped onto his haunches. He took a deep breath, then slowly let it out.

"This is a wonderful way to start the day," he said. "You know?"

"Hey dude, I'm just as worried as you are!"

Springfeather sighed again. "I know, I just-" He paused for a moment. "Uh, Pyrus? Something's starting to feel weird."

"Oh shit, what is it?"

"I, uh, I dunno. Something in my stomach..."

That something was putting a bit of pressure against the inside of his belly, almost like it was expanding. It was accompanied by a sensation of the muscles around it starting to move on their own. And there was an odd sort of warmth, almost like being really horny. Except that, instead of being centered in the front, it seemed to be radiating out from his rear.

Springfeather suddenly swore and stood up. There was a small spot of clear fluid where he had just been sitting, with a thin streamer trailing from his asshole to the floor. Speaking of which, his hole was starting to feel a bit looser and more relaxed than normal.

The two ponies briefly exchanged "Oh shit!" looks. Pyrus dashed off to the bathroom and came back with a couple towels, quickly laying them down under his boyfriend before the landlord had too much to get angry about. Springfeather was whining and straining a bit while his contractions - or whatever they were - became stronger.

Then that object pressing against his insides started to move. The muscles in his stomach gently squeezed and shoved it along. He could feel everything else in his belly shifting around it. He could also feel it pressing and stretching its way through something...

"Ffffuuuuuck!" Springfeather dropped to his knees, his legs giving out as something huge and hard suddenly filled his rear. His dick was apparently jealous and started doing its best to be huge and hard as well.

"Whoa! Dude!"

"What?!" Springfeather asked, increasingly freaked out. "What is it?!"

Pyrus was staring at his boyfriend's rear, dumbfounded. Said rear was bulging out a bit between the cheeks. The hole was definitely looser, with something smooth and shiny holding it spread open.

"Um, uh... Okay, uh, you've got something sticking out of your ass."

"What is it?"

"I'm uh, not sure. Think you could push it out, maybe?"

"Ugh, fine."

Springfeather gritted his teeth and pushed. He felt the object slooowly moving out as his muscles squeezed against it. Of course, it didn't exactly help his muscle strength to have something hard sliding against his prostate while he was this horny. He relaxed for a moment to catch his breath and gasped as he felt the object slide back in, a bit of pre spurting from his dick.

The pegasus took a deep breath, held it, and pushed again. His body trembled as his asshole spread further open, his member leaking even more. He started to feel a little pain as his ring was stretched out, but also pleasure from having his ass filled so much...

Springfeather cried out as the object finally slid free of his rear, landing on the towel amid a splash of that clear fluid. He moaned, his cock twitching and soaking the towels underneath him with cum, his loosened hole squeezing itself tighter. About halfway through the climax he collapsed from his knees onto his stomach. Which got his stomach and chest rather messy, not that he cared too much at the moment.

"Dude!" Pyrus now had a massive erection.

"Okay..." Springfeather said between pants, "What just came out of me?"

"Um, an egg. I guess?"

"A what?!" Pyrus floated it around in front of Springfeather. "What the fuck."

It was an egg alright. The shell was smooth and mostly white, with some flecks of blue and purple in it. And it was a little bigger around than Springfeather's hoof.

"Eeyup," said Pyrus, as he floated the egg back and set it down on the towel. "Pretty big one too. Pfft, and you were worried about some colts busting your ass." He gave his boyfriend's rear a playful smack.

"Yeah, yeah. But seriously, how 'bout that cure?"

"Right, right, I'm on it." Pyrus and his boner went back to rooting around in the bookshelves. Then a few moments later...

"Uh, Pyrus?"

"Yeah?"

"I think it's starting again..."

"Um, just... Push it out again?"

"Got it."

Springfeather whined softly as his contractions started up again. There was a bit of pain when it stretched its way past his inner ring, then pleasure as it slid inside and came to rest against his prostate. It occurred to him, now that he was somewhat less freaked out, that this might not be so bad.

But it was still a bit of work. He took another deep breath and pushed. He felt his hole stretching open again, the smooth egg shoving his butt cheeks aside, as his cock started to leak once again. One final gasp and it was out, with a gush of the clear liquid running down his taint and balls.

"Is it out?" asked Pyrus.

"Yeah..."

"Good. Um, might wanna stay there for a bit just in case."

"Gotcha."

Springfeather stayed on the floor and waited. Pyrus kept flipping through his disorganized collection, creating quite a mess of notes and old textbooks on the floor. His boner stirred it around a little.

"Okay, good news," Pyrus said after a few minutes. "I think I've got the cure here." He trotted over to his boyfriend, the open book floating in front of him. He stopped and looked over the pair of eggs. "Nice work though, dude!" Another opportunity to give Springfeather a playful smack to the rear wasn't missed. Springfeather made an adorable noise.

"Now, anyway," he continued, "I think I've got everything here except this stuff called, um, poison joke, I think?" He flipped a couple pages. "Yeah, poison joke."

"And where do we get that from?"

"Eh, I think I remember somepony having some over in Ponyville. And I mean, that's like an hour's train ride from... Uh, dude? Something wrong?"

"Yeah," Springfeather said as his stomach muscles started to tense up again. "I think it's time for part three."

He whined as the egg slid back to his rear. The whine turned into a moan when his ass was suddenly filled again, the shell pressing out against his asshole. His cock was now completely hard...

Springfeather drew a breath, shut his eyes, and pushed. His cheeks started to spread apart around the egg. And then his strength faltered as he started to climax again.

His muscles relaxed, letting the egg slide back in and pound into his prostate. He cried out as his orgasm was suddenly driven higher, his rear squeezing the egg while cum poured from his cock. He moaned and panted as it slowly wound down.

A moment to recover, and Springfeather was back at it. He drew another breath and pushed, his ass stretched open, and the egg plopped out onto the towels. His asshole shrank back down but didn't completely close.

"Um, dude?" Pyrus said after a moment.

"Yeah?"

"You mind if I try something? You might hate me for a little bit."

"Try what now?"

"I... think I might know what's causing the eggs."

"Go for it." Springfeather surprised himself with how quickly he said that.

Pyrus gave Springfeather's rear another playful smack. Springfeather made another adorable noise. Two more smacks and two more adorable sounds. Springfeather started to wonder why he suddenly liked being spanked so much.

"Okay, seriously?" Springfeather asked after his boyfriend was finished. "You think hitting my ass is what makes me lay eggs?"

"I dunno," Pyrus replied. "Just a thought."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

Pyrus shrugged. Then Springfeather's eyes went wide.

"Oh, you've really gotta be fucking kidding me..."

He could feel the pressure in his belly starting to build up again. Except this time, it felt a bit more serious. His stomach swelled noticeably, pressing softly against his cock. And his contractions came a little faster and stronger.

Springfeather braced himself as he felt the first egg stretching his inner ring open. He whined a little when it popped inside and bumped up against his sore hole. It was followed immediately by a second egg, banging against the first, pressing it out farther and keeping the colt's insides stretched.

The first egg was very nearly shoved out just from the contractions alone. But not quite, so Springfeather had to give it a little manual push. A brief moment of straining and it slid right out, the second egg quickly filling the gape before his hole could close itself again.

Springfeather's prostate was definitely more sensitive now; he was pretty close to cumming already. Trying to keep his hole relaxed, he held his breath and pushed again. His ass spread wide open again and the egg slipped out. And then the third egg hit his prostate.

That did it. He whimpered as the towels under him were soaked with even more cum. His ass clamped down tight around the last egg, pulling it a little ways back in and pressing it even harder against his prostate. The rhythmic squeezing drew out his climax, the egg essentially fucking him from the inside with each contraction.

It took around half a minute for his orgasm to fully die down, leaving Springfeather trembling and panting. With a little effort, he gathered up the strength for one final push. His loose, slick asshole opened up once more, the egg crowning between his cheeks, and then it finally plopped out with a gasp from its previous owner.

Springfeather just lay there for a moment, panting, after his minor ordeal.

"Duuuude!" Pyrus eventually said.

"Tell me about it." With a bit of effort, Springfeather stood up. Various sticky things ran from his belly to the floor. "So, cure?"

"Huh? Oh right." Pyrus shook his head real quick. "I, uh, um... Think you can walk?"

"In a minute, maybe. Why?"

"Weeelll, it's gonna take some time to prepare, but I can get it started without the poison joke stuff. So maybe, like, you can get yourself cleaned up, then head over to Ponyville while I start mixing it?"

"Sounds like a plan," Springfeather said as he brushed off some of the more stubborn streamers. Or tried to, anyway. Pyrus helped out with a little telekinetic toweling.

"Oh, and you probably shouldn't try flying there."

"Way ahead of you there."

It was another busy day in the Ponyville market. Crowded with carts, filled with the chatter of general commerce, and suffering from the usual glut of apples. And then there was that one nervous colt constantly looking over his shoulder as he went from merchant to merchant.

"Poison joke? What in Equestria do you need that for?"

"It's for a p- HEY!" The edge of the cart was less than a foot away from Springfeather's flank when he jumped aside. "Watch where you're going!"

"Sorry brony," said the mildly stoned-sounding colt pulling the cart.

"It's for a potion," Springfeather said, turning back to the owner of the little garden stall.

"Oh. Well. Unfortunately I don't carry any."

Springfeather sighed. "Thanks anyway."

He tiptoed and dodged his way over to the local flower shop.

"I don't suppose you would have any poison joke here, would you?"

"Poison joke? Does this look like a weed garden to you?"

"No, but I- forget it."

The hardware store was up next.

"Hey, um, do you guys carry any poison joke?"

"Poison joke?"

"Yeah."

"Son, is this some kinda joke?"

"No, I mean, uh... What?"

"I suspect it's called 'poison' joke for a reason, son! And nope, ain't got none of that here." The owner's mustache waggled for a moment. "Though I 'spose you could try the sofa and quill store, see if they've got anything like that."

"Why the hell would a sofa and quill store carry poison joke?"

"Why the heck would a store carry only sofas and quills specifically?"

"Good point. I guess."

And Springfeather's luck was tried at that inexplicable establishment.

"Sorry, but we only carry sofas and quills. What in Equestria made you think we might have any poison joke?"

"I guess it was worth a shot..."

Springfeather stood outside the store and scratched his hoof at the ground. He growled a bit, then turned his gaze to the heavens and shouted.

"DOES ANYPONY IN THIS FUCKING TOWN HAVE ANY FUCKING POISON JOKE?!"

"Did somepony say poison joke?!"

There was a whoosh and a screech and Springfeather found himself coughing up part of a huge dust cloud. As it settled, it revealed a grey-and-blonde pegasus holding up a jar of blue flowers. Her eyes did not appear to be on speaking terms with one another.

"Poison joke, right?" the bubbly mail-mare asked.

"Um, uh, yeah. Thanks?" Springfeather took the jar in his hoof. "So uh, what do I owe you?"

"Oh, nothing. I've got a whole garden full of it! It tastes like licorice." The mare then stood up on her hind legs and gave a serious-looking salute. "Now I must go. My planet needs me!"

Whoooooosh.

A trail of stray letters followed her. Springfeather blinked.

"... 'Kay," he said as he slowly put the jar away in his saddlebags.

Then his attention was drawn to the sound of a pack of very excited dogs and a couple yelling fillies. He turned to see the scooter and wagon they were riding just barely miss him as they swung to the side and zoomed past. The steak didn't miss him, though.

The huge hunk of meat slapped against his side, and a small hook inside it happened to catch one of the straps of his saddlebags. Springfeather was instantly yanked off his hooves and hauled along after the fillies. That group of very excited dogs followed right after.

"Did we get one?!" one of the fillies asked.

"No, it's that colt we almost hit!" another filly answered back.

Springfeather, meanwhile, was trying very hard to stay on his hooves, alternatively sliding, running backwards, and almost constantly tripping while he tried to tug free from the fishing line. The dogs were getting rather close.

"Reel him in! Reel him in!"

"Ah'm tryin'!"

And then the shrinking line finally threw Springfeather completely off balance. He was hauled upright onto two hooves, which immediately slipped out from under him. His rear hit the ground rather hard. And bounced. A whole bunch of times.

Then the line snapped. He stopped bouncing on his ass, and instead started rolling head over hooves along the road. And once he stopped doing that, he was suddenly covered with a pack of hungry dogs.

For a few chaotic moments, the sound of barking filled Springfeather's ears as he was rolled around under the frenzied animals. Paws pounded against him while teeth snapped perilously close, until the raw steak had been completely torn away, leaving just a single hook embedded in one of his saddlebag's straps. The dogs dispersed, casually strolling back to wherever the fillies had gathered them from. Said fillies were waiting as they disappeared.

"Are you okay, mister?" one of the culprits asked.

"I'm fine," he grumbled as he stood up.

"You don't look f-"

"I'M FINE!" he snapped. "And just what the f... feather were you girls doing?!"

"Dog fishin'," said the one with a bow in her hair.

"... WHY?!"

"To try and get our cutie marks, duh," answered an adorable young unicorn.

"But... You... It's just... How..." Springfeather cut his rant short, as he felt his belly starting to expand just a little. "Gotta go!" he said, and dashed off.

"What was his problem?" the little orange pegasus asked as they watched him disappear down the road.

"FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK," Springfeather swore under his breath. He charged down the street, dodging ponies and odd glances, desperately hoping to make it out of town and into the woods before it was too late. The growing eggs in his belly had other ideas.

The pegasus stumbled off into a side alley as the weight started to slow him down. He hoped no one had noticed that he was starting to look like a pregnant mare, but more importantly, he hoped that everyone was out and about in the main streets today. He wasn't real big on public performances even when they didn't involve weird porn stuff.

Springfeather crashed through empty backyards and over fences, his ass beginning to loosen and leave a thin trail of that slick fluid as he ran. Just as his first contractions started, he made a final wing-assisted leap up the side of a stone wall and rolled over the top. He landed on his inflated stomach in the middle of someone's flower bed.

He looked around frantically as he stood up. He was in a small walled garden that was thankfully empty. And quiet. Someone was going to be pretty surprised when they returned home later, but at least they wouldn't be around to watch.

Springfeather whined softly as another contraction hit. They were getting a lot stronger this time, and he could feel all the eggs clanking against each other as his body squeezed around them. He carefully dropped to his knees amid the flowers, his swelling cock sandwiched between his belly and the ground.

A trickle of that clear fluid started to pour from his loosened rear ahead of the first egg. Springfeather moaned softly as he felt it slide over his prostate and press out against his hole. He wiggled his hips a bit, trying to spread his legs and cheeks a little more.

He took a deep breath and pushed. His ass easily spread open, the slick egg popping out with rather little effort. Springfeather started to sigh, then gasped as the next one suddenly pressed out against his hole. A contraction sent another egg bumping into it, causing his ass to bulge out even more. He started to whimper softly.

Another push, and he could feel his body squeezing against both eggs at once. The first egg easily slipped out, the next one immediately pressing against and through his loose rear in one smooth motion. Springfeather sighed and relaxed his body a little.

Then the next wave of contractions started. He whined and dug his hooves into the soil, panting as he prepared his body. He felt like he was just starting to get the hang of this.

As the next contraction pushed an egg against his prostate and hole, he pushed right along with it. The egg barely even slowed before it crowned and popped out. And the extra force pushed him just a little over the edge.

Springfeather moaned loudly as the first small surge of cum flowed from his cock. His legs trembled and he could feel his ass gently squeezing closed (or trying to, anyway). It was one of those long and slow orgasms, luckily just weak enough to keep him from losing control. And the contractions went on.

Even with his body trying to party, he managed to get into something of a rhythm. He braced himself with each contraction, pushing along with it as he felt the eggs filling his ass. His cock throbbed and spurted with each egg that popped out of his slick and loosened asshole.

One final push, and Springfeather let himself collapse to the ground just as the last egg slipped free. His cock still twitched and leaked under him as his climax slowly faded. He just lay there panting for a few minutes until he felt like enough of his strength had returned.

He shook his head a couple times to bring himself to attention and got up. Then wiggled his rear for a moment. It certainly didn't feel "wrecked," but just... softer, somehow. He could get used to that, he thought.

The young pegasus turned around to admire his, um, whoa. He stared, wide-eyed, at the clutch he'd just laid among the flowers. It looked like all the eggs together weighed almost as much as he did now that they were out of him. Well, at least they were out of him now. No need to worry, and besides, he needed to get back home and see about this cure.

A quick look around to make extra sure he was still alone, and then Springfeather vaulted over the opposite wall and trotted along toward the train station. He now had a little extra spring in his step because, he had to admit, that had actually been pretty fun. Even if the cure didn't work, well, there were certainly worse ailments to suffer from.

"Hey, Pyrus?" Springfeather called out as he swung the door open. "I'm back, I got the poison j-"

"DUDE!" Pyrus exclaimed as he came running from the other room, sliding to a halt in front of his boyfriend. "Okay, okay, I got it! Everything's ready, we just need to crush the poison joke and get it mixed in and we're good to go, but uh, you see..."

"Yeah?"

"Well, I looked up the eggs, right? And they're cockatrice eggs."

"... And?"

"And they're worth like 20 bits each because there's no cockatrice farms in Equestria anymore, I checked, so yeah."

Springfeather tilted his head a little and blinked as the gears started working.

"So, I was thinking, like if it's okay with you... I can cure you, but I've still got the recipe for the other stuff. Soooo I'm thinking, if you drink it again and we make some eggs, maybe one weekend a month or something, then I'm pretty much set for school loans and rent and stuff. I mean, if you'd be okay with that... Uh, Springy? Dude?"

Pyrus reared back as his boyfriend was suddenly nose-to-nose with him, staring intensely into his eyes, wings fully extended.

"Let's do it."

Since Springfeather and Pyrus lived in one of those fancy modern apartments, their bathroom came equipped with a comically oversized tiled shower instead of a comically oversized bathtub. There was a small tub built into the floor at one end of it, sure, but it was barely big enough for three ponies to share at once. Though that was more than enough.

"Okay, so," Pyrus said as he stepped in after his boyfriend, "You're sure you wanna do this?"

"Mhmm," Springfeather replied, smiling back at him and wiggling his rear. Pyrus paused for a second, then grinned and gave it a playful smack. Another of those cute noises ensued.

"Man, you're really into this now, huh?"

"Yeah, well, I guess it's not too bad when you're used to it." Springfeather laid down on his side facing his boyfriend.

Pyrus got down behind him, rubbing and gently spreading his butt cheeks with one hoof. "And you know, I swear to Luna your butt's bigger now too."

"Is it?"

"Yeah, seriously. Especially this part." Pyrus gave a long, slow lick over his boyfriend's plump asshole, getting a happy squeal in return.

Springfeather moaned softly, feeling the egg starting to press out against his belly a little. He squirmed and flapped his wings a couple times as his body pushed it along, his hole starting to flex, with a small bit of that slick fluid leaking out. And then he made another cute noise as his ass bulged out, the egg shell poking out of the center.

"Duuude," Pyrus whispered to himself.

Springfeather tensed his body a little and pushed. After all of today's practice, his hole easily spread open and let the egg slide out smoothly. Pyrus telekinetically grabbed the egg and set it down in the tub.

Then he slowly ran his tongue up Springfeather's butt cheek, giving a series of licks along his hips and up his side as he climbed over his boyfriend.

"Hey, what are you- oh..." Springfeather giggled as Pyrus nibbled gently at his ear, rubbing the end of his cock against the pegasus's asshole.

Springfeather moaned as his boyfriend's member pushed into him, his body squeezing it softly as it slid deeper and deeper, until he felt a pair of hefty balls resting against his rear. Pyrus gave a couple short, gentle humps before pulling most of the way out and then sinking back in. Then back out, back in, going a little faster and harder each time.

Springfeather gasped when Pyrus suddenly slammed into him, his butt shaking from the impact. The unicorn kept at it, body pounding against his boyfriend's rear as his cock pounded into it. Soon Springfeather's entire body was rocking in time with his thrusts. And his belly started to slowly expand...

"Ah... Hey, don't stop!" Springfeather said as he felt Pyrus stop and slip out.

"Dude, I think you gotta lay a couple first," Pyrus whispered back, still rubbing his cock between his boyfriend's cheeks.

"No no, keep going. I'll say when."

"Uh, okay dude. Just... Yeah, okay."

Pyrus shoved his cock back into Springfeather's ass and continued the pounding. Springfeather continued moaning and squealing, his own member dripping pre onto the floor as his belly kept growing. He could feel the first contractions starting, but still tried to keep his body as relaxed as possible. The surface of his belly shifted a bit, the eggs inside being squeezed and shoved around while new ones appeared and grew between them.

Springfeather's rear started to flex and open, his body pushing back against Pyrus's cock. More and more of that clear birthing fluid leaked out, soaking his boyfriend's crotch and running into a small puddle on the floor. And still his belly kept growing with each thrust until the sheer size shoved Pyrus back onto his haunches.

"Uh, dude, should we-"

"Keep going!" Springfeather managed between panting.

Eyes shut, Springfeather whined and bit his lip as his boyfriend resumed with the short, fast thrusts that meant he was close to the edge. He was getting close himself; the new feeling of a huge, expanding belly itself was almost as good as being fucked wildly by another stallion. And his wet, loosening ass let Pyrus fuck him more freely and completely than ever.

The unicorn slammed into him one last time, whining as his cock twitched and poured his hot seed deep into Springfeather's belly. Then he was suddenly interrupted as an egg bumped against the end of his member. Pyrus quickly backed up and pulled out, still spurting cum onto the floor as the first egg slipped from his boyfriend's rear.

Springfeather cried out as he came, cum shooting from his own cock as the second egg was pushed through his convulsing ass. His stomach muscles squeezed tight, his hole pushed outward, and the next few eggs slid right out in rapid succession. His cock twitched and spurted as each one hit his plump hole and popped through.

Pyrus grabbed each egg and floated it down into the tub as fast as he could, but they still began piling up behind his boyfriend. Springfeather kept moaning and occasionally kicking his legs in the air as the eggs emerged from his ass in a near-constant stream. And there was an actually constant stream of fluid running across the floor and trickling into the tub.

The pressure in Springfeather's body started to fade as his belly shrank back to normal, with fewer eggs being squeezed tight against his rear. His contractions kept shoving them along, but even with his loosened and gaping hole he now had to focus on pushing them through himself. Between the orgasm and the physical strain of labor, he had just barely enough strength to lay the last few eggs.

Finally the very last egg crowned and slipped free. Springfeather let out a sigh as his body went completely limp. A little bit of cum still trickled from his softening member; it had felt like his climax had kept going throughout the whole event, prolonged by all the eggs stretching his ass and sliding over his prostate. He lay there on his side, too weak to do much of anything, enjoying the afterglow of his second full clutch.

He started to drift into a soft sleep to the sound of Pyrus rinsing off the eggs and floor with the hand(horn?)-held shower head. A few wisps of dreams floated through his head, involving more eggs and tender moments with his boyfriend. And then he was gently awoken by a kiss on the cheek and Pyrus's voice.

"Hey, dude," Pyrus whispered into his ear, "Check it out." He gently rubbed the side of Springfeather's flank.

The pegasus's eyes shot open. He instantly sat up and looked where his boyfriend was pointing. There, clear as day, was a picture of an egg with a pair of wings.

"FUCK YEEEAAAAHHH!!!" he screamed as he raised his hoof in the air, his wings shooting straight out, smacking Pyrus in the face and knocking him to the floor. "Oh shiii, sorry dude..."