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Two dragons hastily meet up at a fifties-style diner after they finally match over a shared niche kink in their godforsaken little backwoods town. We open in on the pair sharing a booth smack middle of old school drive-in era nostalgia, a larger dragoness sat stewing over herself while looking downward at her would be, almost kobold sized, jade suitor.

"What was your name, again?" She asked, certain stern disinterest in her voice met with a warm reply,

"Call me Monte." The smaller male perked back, scales of jade catching a particularly bright glint under the lighting.

"Is that short for something?" Words were coming out a bit more easily, for now anyway.

"Well my full name is Escalia Montezuma, but that's a mouthful so I just go by Monte." Taken aback by the answer, she wasn't expecting such a strong name from such a small package, offering her claws forward for a handshake.

"Teresa, it's a pleasure to meet you." Monte took her hand in a firm but polite shake, Teresa doing her best to not grip too hard as she thought she might break his damn hand.

"So, you lay eggs?" Teresa proffered looking down at Monte, a much smaller scrawny green dragon looking back up with a warm confident smile.

"Well not naturally, remember the nature of where we met?" Monte answered, smile as warm as it had been, muzzle scales even glowing one could say, flashy brown eyes not leaving the much larger azure dragoness, the literally sitting definition of BBW. Teresa pondered his words not particularly impressed with the current offering from Ovifans.com, feeling now that she probably shouldn't have rushed meeting the only local near her.

"To be completely honest Monte, laying eggs with or into someone else is such an intense turn on . . . I neglected to really vet or think through our meeting." Cursing herself under breath while she dug a lone pointer claw into the table, curling back shavings in distress.

"With you being the only one on that forum near me... I sort of just rattled off a quick down to fuck message and left my house." Now sitting in shear sort sighted disbelief of herself, watching as the smile on Monte's face never faded, unwavering in the slightest, tail calmly swaying side to side behind him.

"I see, and forgive me for being so blunt but, from your words and the arousal I'm smelling, I'm guessing you were expecting another large female?" Teresa stopped mid-table scratch, caught mid-thought, simply nodding in return, jaw half cocked and open.

"Mm and I'm guessing that clutch you're currently restraining is getting rather bothersome?" Monte poked exactly where he needed to, azure and grayed scales growing flush.

"Umm two large mochas?" The red wolf waitress asked nervously, both parties now recognizing how enraptured they had been in conversation to honestly not really know how long she had been there. Both holding up two fingers in an embarrassed albeit solid V, each taking their cup and swigging a long warm swallow with Monte being the first to speak.

"Look I understand your predicament but I'm five foot one, maybe one hundred and thirty pounds, I don't want to be insulting but I'm gonna ballpark you to be at least twice my size?" Each placing their cups back on the table pondering soft fluffy hot chocolate on the tongue and what to say next.

"I'll have you know I'm eleven foot four at two hundred and forty, shorty." Quipping back taking offense no matter what you say as most females would.

"Right so then there wouldn't be much of a threat from me to you regarding the blatant disregard but if you're as interested as you smell like you are, take me for my word. I can handle any egg or clutch you can birth, for me or in me and I'm of no harm to anyone, much less a beautiful dragoness such as yourself." Monte offered hoping she would bite, following up with,

"We can finish these over small talk and then head back to yours if you like, or whatever makes you the most comfortable but I think it would be a real shame to let that clutch be birthed alone." Monte again smiled, small claws clutching a large coffee, his wings giving a flex to avoid becoming stiff, tail still swaying. The never-ending eye contact and warm smile convincing her,

"Alright, you may come to mine." She'd come this far and there weren't any red flags she had seen.

"Pull anything funny though and I'll break you." Teresa held up her armor in a warning, Monte aware of her predicament, did as he had done, smiling and nodding. Exchanging addresses and small talk while finishing their coffee, they eventually found themselves both parked in Teresa's drive. Monte retrieving a duffle bag from the trunk, slinging it along his shoulder and joining Teresa at her side.

"Woah, mind if I take a look?" Smart girl, cautious as she was snagged the black denim duffle unto her hood, ripping the zipper down, and almost to her dismay she found nothing more than industrial lube, butt plugs, and stretchers.

"Well look at you, all prepared and shit." Teresa growled, leading the smaller jade scaly up to her front door of the soft robin egg-colored house. Key clicking, admitting them both to a rather modest beach house, Monte looked around briefly catching a lack of tv, bookcases lining every wall, egg-shaped nesting sac in the corner with a delightfully attending absence of swag.

"Welcome to my humble abo- . . . Look, I'm sorry for bringing you here but I don't really do this sort of thing this short-sightedly." Hating, absolutely hating herself for growing a yellow stripe up her back, Teresa offered her honest feelings already not feeling too great about the situation in her mind, her body decided to chime in with a very pronounced cramp. Natural bodily birthing urges taking over, bending her forward with a solid contraction, Monte dropping his bag to help her amid a very pained groan. Small Jade claws joined her lone hand covering what he felt to be a rather solid belly, claws interlacing with hers to rub and massage the current abdominal cramp off, Teresa looked to Monte clearly in pain.

"Please, let me help you with this." Monte spoke with sincerity, worry, and concern clear as day in his words, amidst sheer turmoil she nodded, letting him assist her upstairs. Kicking an eggshell white door open and helping her to an almost floor level, leather sheet lined mattress, comforters as comfy as one could have while being made of silk in a soft gray. Teresa laid down on her back, large breasts heaving restrained in its gray tube top barely holding back much for the imagination, bare belly voluptuous and solid with rounded abs contracting again as Monte lay her back. Eyes attentively watching as Monte climbed up between her legs, crotches flush feeling his throbbing arousal brush, eyes more focused on her rock-solid belly, his claws working loose another cramp bringing in a brief sense of calm.

"I'll be right back." Monte spoke before disappearing, thumping footsteps signaling he'd ran downstairs for his bag, returning to huck the thing at the foot end of the mattress, unzipping the contents resuming his missionary-esque position. Shedding his black metal band T, Monte reached for the clasp on Teresa's jeans, spot between her legs absolutely soaked and half bulging from the crotch.

"These need to come off." Monte beckoned, small claws popping the waist button with ease, hands yanking to pull the denim over her hips and off completely with Sheila assisting where she could. Bare nethers showing with an egg barely peaking from her lips already, Monte given a grasp on the full scope of things,

"Do you want lube or should I . . " Monte asked right as another contraction took hold, answering his own question as he slipped an arm under Teresa's left leg, hooking it up over his right shoulder with weight bared easily. Smaller arms reaching around the strained thigh, claws finding her clit and holding her open with a V on both top and bottom end, head perched forward with tongue outstretched left to dance circles around that utmost sensitive bit of nerve nubs.

"Oh. . . OH Fuck you're rude." Teresa half growled between a moan and dis-pleasure, Monte's stance dancing between twiddling by claw and lapping her clit, actions showing perfectly how to bring about the existence of an egg.

"I hate you, I hate you, God I hate you . . . . aah aah aaaaAAAHHHH" She called as Monte moved to sucking on her pussy, tongue teasing the bits of lip and inner wall the egg had yet to pass right as another contraction hit. Teresa's body cramped hard giving the egg a solid push, Monte watching in sheer admiration as her pussy distended pressing to stretch her lips open before recoiling back parted a good bit. Given a brief opportunity, Monte wasted no time in lubing her lips with his tongue and drinking up any tasty secretions he came across, knowingly reaching back to his bag and retrieving a squeeze tube of GY jelly. Giving Teresa a short respite while lubing up both fore and middle claws, working them inward to coat as much of the egg as he could get to, working between sopping wet vaginal wall and hard eggshell, careful not to nick either with claw tip.

Teresa lay back hot and sweaty torn between the exhaustive birthing process, delightfully surprising attentiveness being given to her loins, and the oval prisoner attempting to vacate before the lease was up. Another contraction hit, which she fought this time, clamping down as tight as she could keeping it from hitting the halfway mark and passing. Feeling it slip to the razor's edge of no return thanks to Monte's rigorous "lubing" efforts then bulging its way back inward swelling her pussy full, sending her whole body into a tensed frozen state, toe claws fully flexed, upper and lower body completely tensed in the upswing towards orgasmic earth shatter. Teresa broke, twitching pleasure beginning to subside, jolting down to grab Monte's claws and place it firmly on her clit, swinging her other leg up on his free shoulder and schrooching him inward flush with her ass. Monte's knees instantly soaked as he happily sat in a puddle of her drippings, shoulders being used as stirrups, one set of claws working counterclockwise, the other poised just under her quivering pussy ready to catch. Flexing and bending, leg lock only tightening around Monte as he didn't stop, dug in firmly administering steady circles pulling Teresa back from the depths to breaching the surface, making her coil within herself, body tensed bent in a back arcing shake. Vessel aching to call out as a wolf to the moon of pleasure, she instead restrained a deep howling moan behind her fangs bared in lip, belly cramping to push, passing the lone egg right into Monte's waiting hands.

"Only one?" Teresa went slack, legs falling from Monte's shoulders, giving him a nod, face flushed hot in a shade of Majenta.

"I take it this one's unfertilized then?" Monte asked raising the football-sized egg eye level, examining the freshly birthed egg, enjoying the glisten and scent upon it, again met with another nod.

"May I?" Teresa raised pointer claw to her muzzle, curling it before biting the prominent knuckle, nodding as she watched intrigued and fuzzy. Monte stood, carefully placing the egg just below him twisting it in place, dropping his jeans and boxers. Two claws caught a healthy globule of lube making it disappear under his tail, wrist extending several times before Monte took a wide stance, squatting over the egg until it was flush with his slick pucker. Rocking himself back onto the egg's small end it began disappearing a bit more each time he rolled his weight onto it, sizable cock hopping to full attention the more the egg shrunk from view and his belly bulged. Finding a sweet spot right around where Teresa had caught it, Monte took to repeatedly raising and lowering himself just to that very point enjoying the bulge press and knead his prostate, Teresa watched the little green dragon's cock throb beginning to leak as he pleasured himself on her egg.

Eyes shut simply to enjoy the bulge grow and dissipate in his guts, swelling his slick asshole wide, Monte began rocking feverishly, his dick drooling pre strands down to mix with Teresa's. Feeling a shift on the bed, Monte looked to find Teresa sat, legs bent around where he squat, removing her tube top letting those big beautiful scaly mommy milkers swing freely right in front of his face.

"Hmm?" She coo'd smiling playfully, large arms wrapping him up and pulling his face right into her cleavage, claws immediately finding handfuls of soft tit, her grip dropping Monte just ever so slightly passed where he'd been toying making him grunt from within her chest-butt.

"How close are you?" Teresa asked plucking his head free, adjusting her grip so arms ran under the back of his legs to wrap around the back giving her complete control of the insertion, making Monte gasp in emptied disbelief when he was lifted almost freely from the egg.

"Very." Monte grunted, pucker and cock clenching, Teresa dropped him slowly in one smooth motion, leaning down a bit right to where three quarters of the egg held Monte's hole open, working him steadily between the half way mark and where the egg was its largest. Grunting turned to moaning as she felt him begin to struggle more in her grip only fueling the steady firm pace until the moment was pinned with a rather sharp and loud,

"AH!" More of a squeakish grunt but right as Teresa began catching warm stringy ropes to the face she pressed steadily downward, driving Monte insane, kicking violently on occasion amidst the same body tensed frozen state he'd drove her to earlier. Teresa smiled as she caught several rather hearty ropes of Monte's seed to the face yet still driving the egg in him, his belly bulging as the last quarter of the egg slipped in to form a sexy belly bulge rather peacfeully. They sat, embraced, quietly enjoying this spur of the moment thing spun wild and intense, Teresa eventually being the one to speak.

"Well, you've certainly impressed me." She leaned back letting Monte sit on his own but, his claws now tracing the outline of his bulging innards.

"Thanks! You were great yourself." He looked up to her, the smile he'd worn since they met now emblazoned on Teresa's face, he looked off then back to her, hand reaching up to scratch a horn.

"So, same time next month?" Monte postured, receiving his answer in the form of Teresa's giant knockers planting and pinning him to the bed, curling him between her tits. Looking outward he watched as she dug through his jeans, swiping up on his phone and adding her number,

"How about you call me and we see about making our own clutch?" She chuckled locking his phone, Monte disappearing in the darkness of a draped over wing, held snug between two comfy sweater puppies and the purring growl of a happy dragoness.