After The Eggs
What's life actually like for these furries and scalies that we read about, after the eggs have hatched?
Attention: Amethystine's amusing ancedote accomodates an amazingly annoying amount of awful alliteration! <-- Oh no! Look, it's infected the disclaimer, too! D:
After the Eggs - by Amethystine
Twenty six babies. Twenty six scaly, skunky, stinky, squealy, slimy, squirmy, sticky, scratchy, squally sacks of shiii... secretions. Sara sighed.
Only on awful occasions, though.
Sometimes seeming sweet, soft, silly, snuggable, squeezable, silent and serene.. soon scads of sins slipped from her senses, saving her sanity. Sara smiled.
Humble homemaker, harassed.. but happy.
She had been a young skunk-girl when she met her future husband, a classic dream-boat: Long, dark and handsome. A black-scaled serpentine naga-dragon. As long, dark and handsome as they came! He swept her off her paws and into his thick, scaly, ridged coils, a bit rough around the edges, unlike some of the snakes she hung out with, but the fire-breather was much warmer than the cold-blooded cobras and constrictive constrictors. Yes, a bit rough, but she knew she could fix that.
Although, an alteration away from anger, or aimed at animalistic attributes? Begging her beau for biting, bestial, beastly, barbaric brutishness.
Caring coily creature, couldn't comprehend his cuddly companion's cloying cravings.. carefully considered. Consented!
Deepest desires devulged, dating duo dreamed of dangerous days, dragons and damsels.. drizzling with desirable details. ('Den 'dey did 'da dirty.)
Eager eroticism! Erection! Extremely enlarged entrance.. elastic?! Expletives! Ear-splitting exclamations! Ejaculation! Exhaustion. ... Expectant... Eggs! Expecting. (Eeeee! Ecstatic! :} ) Eggs expanding! Enceinte! Eggs erupting, egressing, exiting... Endless endearing encouraging. Endothermic environment. Eventually eggshells enfeebled, eroded endogenously. Escape! Exposed egglings embark, entering existence.
Finally! Family for the fine, finicky female. Great or grating?
As was said before: Humble homemaker, harassed, but happy.
It was all a trip down memory lane for the motherly skunk as she tried to tidy up the house late one afternoon while the brood had their before-supper nap. Her formerly fluffy tail was frazzled and bent out of shape and her fur was matted in places with various sticky substances. She was tired and sore, and couldn't imagine ever being as youthful or energetic and naive about 'getting filled to the brim with eggs' as she had always dreamed in her glory days. Looking around at her hopelessly messy house, she slumped onto the couch and was ready to pass out for a nap of her own when she heard the front door rattling. She never could hear him slithering up the steps, no matter how hard she tried.. not that she was even trying that day. She lay there and wait, tired eyes on the door.
It opened and he slunk in, standing low on his coils, as though the draconic upper body had a great weight on its shoulders. He looked as worn and frayed as she felt, shucking off his coat onto a nearby rack with a fatigued and clearly repeated motion. Same old, same old.
But a flick of his long, thick forked tongue.. un-snake-like in its slowness and length.. told him his wife was nearby. He visibly brightened, straightening up and gazing around to find his skunkie-poo laying on the couch. "Ah, my Bee-You-Tee-Full bride, I see you have laid yourself out in a seductive pose to surprise me upon return home from work.. how wonderfully charming.. and sexy!"
She lifted her hand off of her forehead as he slithered over, smirked and stuck out her tongue at him. "Don't make fun of me, I've had a hard day."
"And so have I, so that's why I think it's so lovely to come home to you, dear." He said, taking her paw and bowing to kiss the back of it with all the poise of a Kasbah Casanova.
"Oh gods, you're serious?" she laughed, pulling her paw away to flap it at him dismissively. "I'm a mess, I just collapsed here a minute ago."
"Just the same, I know you only look like this because you've been hard at work, taking care of our family.. and anyway, you look even better to me now than ever."
"Oh, stop it, I do not. My tail.. my fur..!"
"Your breasts.." he grinned, snaking a hand under her shirt in that slick, serpentine way of his, reaching for her chest. "They're nice and big from all the feeding, you know."
"Mmmhnn.. you dirty dragon.. they're sore from your sharp-snouted boys." she said, slapping at his groping claws.
"They just take after their daddy," he joked, leaning in to try to get some milk for himself, poking at her cleavage with his pointed snout.
"Oh gods, you're.. incorrigible.. perverted.. horrible.. lecherous.. I can't.. you shouldn't.. I.. I love you." she protested, slowly weakening as he nosed up to kiss at her face, his body slipping up onto the couch and around her more and more as she pushed at him, then pressed herself to him, succumbing to the affection she had for him and how he made her feel. How he had gone from tired and worn family man to the same young dragon she met years ago.. and how he transformed her as well, into her former desirable, sexy self.
As the metamorphosis rushed through them both, so did their blood, pumping furiously in their linked hearts. He lifted her up off the couch in his arms and coils and she clung to him, pressing seductively against his chest.
Then, in perfect unison, they said: "Let's fill this belly with eggs again, love."