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Damn that dragon. She was supposed to be here by now. I had some fun planned for her and if she didn't arrive, I wouldn't be able to take advantage of what was a very time-sensitive opportunity for some very specific activities. She did this to me all the time. 'Oh, I'll be there', only to not show and leave me waiting. Well, this time if she was late, her punishment wouldn't simply be a delay, she'd be shit out of luck entirely.

Thing is, I'd basically plotted an entire afternoon of delectable endeavours for her. I was at my own ranch out in the countryside, where we wouldn't be interrupted or bothered. We could make all the mess we wanted, and only the rain and sun would be needed to clean the result. I had a bunch of toys in the barn including a series of strapons and dildos, then I was going to basically tenderize her flesh from the inside out until the grand climax.

But she wasn't showing up. She was a half dozen hours late, and the sun was starting to go down. The moisture of the rain was evaporating and blanketing the ranch in a deep fog so that I could barely see the barn behind me, despite my sharp eyes.

I'd left the barn to wait at the edge of the field, so I'd be there and see her as soon as she arrived. I had planned on chastising her for being late, but I knew deep down inside I couldn't be bothered to expend the energy berating her for her tardiness. Instead, I simply waited as the hours passed, and she didn't arrive, not until I was just about ready to give up.

I was literally turning to go clean up the dungeon of toys and tools when I heard her call for me from down my driveway between the thick trees.

"Mel!" She called, voice muffled in the thick fog.

Finally, she was here. I shook my head and murmured some disapproving tripe before walking up to meet her. The dragon seemed particularly chipper, so I immediately assumed she didn't realize she was lat, so I told her so. "You're late. What took you so long?"

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, ear frills flattening in ire. "Oh who cares, I had some things to do and I had a hard time finding the place. You don't exactly have the easiest walkway to find in the middle of a forest. It's almost like you don't actually want anyone visiting."

My mood slowly faded into something a bit tamer. I actually didn't want most people showing up, and had deliberately made the path as hard to find as I could to keep most people out. My entire ranch was surrounded by forest on all sides; literally the only creatures that would be able to find me easily would be fliers like gryphons and the avian race that comprised half of my genetics. Sadly, I didn't get the wings, only the beak and feathers and talons. I was about to 'forgive' Oly for her tardiness when I felt a sudden intense heave through my gut, doubling me over.

Oly quickly dashed over to see what was wrong. "What's up? Not that mad at me, are you?"

I pushed her away as I felt back to lean against the fence. "N-nothing is wrong, I just...I was gonna have some fun with you, and let you play around with my eggs as I laid them, but you took too long showing up, so now I guess we go right to the climax, if you so desire."

Her ears perked up. "Eggs? Really?"

My beak clamped shut as another contraction tightened my abdomen, nearly doubling me over before I could speak in low, guttural grunts. "Yeah, two of them. Big ones, too, from what I can....hhhhhnph...tell."

Oly isn't really 'cold', but she didn't really have the warmth to care for the fact I was a little uncomfortable with this sudden onset of egg-related labor. Instead of getting passionate, she simply pressed a palm against my belly to see if she could feel the eggs inside. She certainly could, and her fingers shifted the twin orbs inside me so that the one was resting right against my cervix.

Yeah, I knew precisely that feeling that came when I was about to feel an egg slip on through me. It was both uncomfortable and immensely pleasant. It was like that feeling when you're about to belch, and your gut feels twisted and inflated, but you know it's about to escape and make you feel empty and relieved. It's that sense of anticipation and expectation that felt as good as the actual sensation of emptiness.

The dragon smiled deviously and immediately dove under between my legs, licking gently at my sensitive lips. I was practically leaking lubricating fluids into her mouth, but I didn't care. As I squatted there, I hiked my tail up and pushed down as another contraction squeezed my womb down on the eggs, the sensation of them grinding against one another reverberating up my spine to make my beak chatter in delight.

As I was focusing on the slippy, shifting eggs inside, I felt a cold-blooded set of fingers pry my lips apart to slip deep within me. I looked down to see Oly, still licking at the rim of my pussy as she slipped her entire hand and arm up into me, prodding at the egg inside as the pressure forced more of my fluids down her forearm. She spun her arm around inside as her fingertips and claws clacked against the egg. She was much smaller than me, a few heads shorter and tiny in girth, so her entire arm felt like a cock to me, pulsing with her muscle tensings, and it felt wonderful.

My talons curled up tight in the dirt as another contraction clamped down on eggs and arm, nearly forcing both out at once, but she was on the ground and I couldn't force anything other than my own lubricants out onto her, splashing in her face, and making her sputter a bit before wiping it off and using it to slip a second hand into me.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked, looking down between my legs, only seeing her belly and the underside of her breasts with the swirly markings on them, as well as her forearm and elbow sticking out of me. Her second hand slipped in with ease, as my lips were plump and stretchy as my body prepared to pass an egg nearly as big as her head.

"Aw, come on Melodi, Don't you wanna see what it's like to lay an egg properly, with lil' ol' me helping it along?" She grunted as she forced the second hand into me. I know she wasn't into fisting like I was, but she seemed to be getting into it and feeling both forearms tensing and stiffening as she twiddled her fingers at the opening to my womb was tickling me just right. I gave another deliberate push as another contraction hit, and I could feel the eggs shift inside me to part my cervical opening and have the massive orb slip into Oly's palms deep within my birth canal.

I sighed heavily as she squeezed tight around it, the girth of the egg making her fingers feel like thick tendrils pressed against my weakening vaginal walls. The gape between her arms let another squirt of my own fluids jet out and splash between her breasts. The girth and thickness of arms and egg in me elicited a pleasure so few could properly emulate of a stallion flaring up in me that my own lips tensed and my clit pursed itself out in a creamy eruption of fluid alongside the clear lubrication my canal was secreting.

As soon as the sharp, bitter aroma of the orgasmic secretion hit her nostrils, she pulled both hands out of me, the egg slipping out with them to distend my lips and leave me gaping. I could hear the egg clack against her teeth before rolling off her maw to land in the grass beside her, leaving me with that wonderful gaping, empty feeling. She grunted and scuttled out from under me as she rubbed at her lips, idly staring down at the egg. "Wow, that thing is huge!" She marvelled as another powerful contraction rocked my body.

This time I was expecting it, but I also knew my canal was weak and my cervix loose, so I clamped down with all my might to keep it from slipping out of me, which seemed to work. The egg burst through into my Canal and slid through me with ease before hitting my lips. I had to manually induce a wink to tighten the opening, but the egg's round end still slipped through, distending me and dripping fluids all over the grass next to the other egg - but I still kept it inside. It didn't quite slip out, but the contractions had stopped now that there were no more eggs waiting inside me to come out.

So I reached down between my legs and pushed the egg back into me so it rested gently within my canal, lips closed up fully around it so it wouldn't go anywhere. The girth and the pressure it exerted kept my muscles contracting in rhythmic waves, shifting it about ever so gently in the lake of fluids I was secreting to pleasure me from within; no need for an outside influence when my own muscles could contract and squeeze to shift it in and out of me with ease.

Oly was still licking at her lips as I played with the egg inside me, her eyes darting form the look on my face, to my pulsing lips, to the slime-covered egg that was still on the grass between my legs. I knew what she wanted, so I practically pounced on her, knocking her onto her back as my one hand forced her shoulder to the ground, other hand reaching back to grab the egg and hold it up in front of her face, daintily resting on a spire of three of my fingers. "You want this, don't you?"

She nodded, a blend of fear and anticipation in her eyes. She wasn't the most vaginally endowed - as I like to put it - so an egg of this size likely wouldn't fit in her normally. However, I wasn't a normal hippogryph, so I had my methods.

I crawled backwards, the intermittent tensing of my hip and rump muscles shifting the egg inside me again, until my beak was hovering over her slit, which was leaking a bit of her own fluids. Clearly she had a thing for eggs, something I was relying on. I reached up between my legs and cupped some of the fluids in my palm to slap it gently on her vulva, fingers slipping into her to help slicken her inside and out.

It really didn't seem necessary. Her tight walls were slick as could be, and the very touch of my warm flesh on her cold lips made her whimper a bit. What a cute sound, I didn't usually hear anything like that from her, so it nearly made me squee in delight as I pressed the lubricated, narrow end of the egg against her lips.

Naturally, she squirmed and her tail flicked as the egg pried her lips apart, but she was just too tight for it to go into. The egg was as thick around as her thigh and at least 8x as big as she SHOULD be able to pass, but I had a few restorative tricks up my feathered sleeves that would let me get that into her.

I pressed my forefinger and thumb on either side of her clit and concentrated a bit of magic to flow through my digits. A hazy blue mist swirled around my hand and pressed against her scales to effect her flesh within as I applied a bit more pressure on the egg. I could feel her flesh and bones stretching around the rim of the egg as I leaned into it. She groaned heavily and grunted as her tail curled up at the tip, all four talons (feet and goo-covered hands) clenched in unison. It was a bit uncomfortable, but once the girth of it slipped into her, she'd be in heaven, a steady shift of pressure to please her from within, and she could eject it any time!

At least that's what I hoped this particular batch of magic would do to her flesh.

Another heavy push and her scales parted, swallowing the thick, tetured orb with one heavy lurch accompanied by a wailing moan of pleasure. She closed her thighs around my hand to help seal her pussy opening, a clear, round bulge forming in her lower belly. The egg was so big that the narrow end was at her depth limit and the bulbous, thick end was still poking ever so gently out between her scaled vulva. I forcefully pried at her knees to part her legs so I could get a better look, licking at her clit and gently massaging her lips with my fingers as she writhed and shuddered.

Turns out she was easy to please, if you knew what things she liked to have stuffed in her.

I didn't want to stay out on the grass much longer, so I got to my feet and offered her a hand up, but she couldn't be bothered to take it. Her toes were curling and her tail was twitching as her lower jaw trembled and her body shuddered. It was almost too much for her, I could tell. I still had the egg inside me, and it felt fantastic in its own right, but watching my dragon friend practically convulsing in the pleasure of being egg-laden was a special something I'd not give up for the world.

I reached down and wrapped my hands around her relatively thin chest and got her to her feet, guiding her back around the fence to the barn, where the rest of my tools were waiting for her. She could barely walk at all, and each step she took was an awkward twist so that her muscles didn't crush the egg inside, but I knew she was safe, it wouldn't crack. Been playing with my eggs long enough to know what it took to break them.

She was in for a few days of pleasure, unless she really want it out of her.