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Pools and Eggs

Request from Khaos: A shark, a Dragon, a pool, and Mpreg

Only one toe dipped into the warm water… And instantly, the entire scaly leg went inside. Same for the second, followed by that muscular and plump ass. The purple scales almost vanished under the bubbles and the steam, though the long tail flicked around.

Even the wings flapped gently before the whole body sank to the shoulders.

Arkvan sighed, a puff of smoke coming out of his dilated nostrils before he stretched his arms on the edge of the jacuzzi, feeling like a king.

Right to the beer he was offered and the sight of Carci.

The muscular and top-heavy Shark, practically a bodybuilder, looked nice in his birthday suit with his twin cocks swaying around with each step. That and the muscles coiling and tensing with every little movement, delineating that dry musculature only athletes could attain.

In comparison, the Dragon was a tad pudgier, with some beer-gut, but he wasn’t about to complain about it or the sight when it landed him in that place.

“Fuck yes. That’s the spot,” he said, taking a sip of that fresh beer. Quite soft, but it was good.

“I told you,” replied Carci, his own bottle tilted towards Arkvan before he took a sip, too. “Nothing beats the bubble after a long training session. Almost.”

“Oh… I agree,” moaned the Dragon, a long and heavy rumbling coming from his chest as it dropped, and he closed his eyes.

“But it’s not the best.”

“The best?”

Arkvan definitely opened an eye and raised an eyebrow as the Shark held his index finger up while fiddling with the command on his side of the jacuzzi. Water splashed all around the patio, but then… Something pressed against Arkvan’s toes, squeezing in between.

It even ran along the ball of the feet, making his wings flap and his eyes widen.

“Ha-Haha! Wh-at’s the fuck?!” he cried and laughed, his breathing quick.

Carci, too, was tensing a little, but he soon relaxed as he took another sip.

“That’s a Puna. You know… The… Massage thingy in the ads?”

“You got one? Isn’t it… like… expensive as fuck?”

“I got a deal with that one. It’s defective.”

“Defective how?” asked Arkvan, certainly feeling the soft tendrils now rushing along his hamstrings. And if he weren’t unnerved, it would have been heavenly.

“Oh. Nothing. Something about hormones and reactions. Its previous owner wanted it replaced, and I took it,” replied the Shark, offering a toothy grin while pointing at his groin. “Don’t worry. It works just fine, and it can even get… There.”

Arkvan gulped, his cream-colored throat bulging for a second as he certainly felt the tendrils’ end prodding around. He felt them dancing upon his posterior, upon his tail… And then…

He gulped before hastily sipping, trying to silence the cough as he certainly felt it: that touch upon his posterior, a discreet caress on his rim.

His lips curled ever so slightly, his nervousness causing his heartbeat to go faster. If he didn’t have scales like some primates, he’d be red.

Instead, the Dragon tried to maintain a bad poker face with his hand clutching the bottle.

Meanwhile?

The tendrils were growing bolder.

Their touch, tender and careful at first, was shifting to pokes and prods. To touches that were unrelenting on his posterior, on his wrinkled sphincter. On his tender orifice that was… Well, not a virgin. But even then, the Dragon clenched his thighs and tried to close them despite the tendrils continuously pushing.

“Ahem,” he finally coughed into his fist. “There is no danger with the Puna?”

“A danger?” asked the Shark, swaying his head with an overexpressed overbite before he smiled, his expression back to normal. “Nah. It’s all fun and games. Why?”

“No-thing,” replied the Dragon, leaning back against the edge of the Jacuzzi. “I’ve heard… Things about the Puna. Like. They’re costly and hard to care for and all.”

“That thing? It’s practically immortal,” laughed Carci. “It can’t freeze. It loves boiling temperatures. It can lay eggs twice each month. I could go on. It’s unkillable!”

“Oh… G-Great.”

Definitely, Arkvan laughed, or forced it.

But the sound came out as nervous while his asshole was definitely being played with. And in a way that was sensual enough to get blood pumped inside his dick. To have his mast slowly arising, and for his balls to drop lower.

Yet, the creature’s touch wasn’t over his sore back, over his thighs that were wracked in pain, or all the muscles he’d probably bruised from overdoing the exercises with Carci.

No, that creature was definitely honing in on Arkvan’s posterior, pulling on the edge until the entrance revealed itself, purple and warm. Warm… So warm, in fact, it was hard for most species to even fuck a Dragon.

But as Carci said, the Puna loved it. Its tendrils rushed and pushed against the Dragon’s asshole, exploring it with that minty touch. And then… With the rush and desires of a feral beast, three tendrils, the size of fingers, ran inside him.

As expected, the Dragon jolted and hiccuped.

His eyes widened in surprise, but as he looked at Carci, the Shark had his eyes closed, and his face turned so he didn’t notice the movement. Nor the change in the Dragon’s expression as he felt the tendrils coil, twist, and form a compact phallic shape inside his ass.

That thing… It wasn’t its first time doing this, and the Dragon certainly felt that phallic shape now going up and down his entrance, sometimes almost yanking out…

Though, there was no water going in.

Much to his surprise, he only felt something sticky and oozing inside his ass. But no water, leaving him surprised. And eased as there were no issues. No… Potential rush of scalding hot water up his ass.

The other problem was to have something up his ass. A creature that shouldn’t be doing this and was now going up and down, stretching him, prodding his guts… And teasing his prostate. It wasn’t loving, but it was effective in getting the Dragon hard and needy.

In getting him to cover his mouth so his gasps and moans wouldn’t be too loud.

Each time, Arkvan would glance at Carci, at the relaxed Shark with his lower body hidden by the bubbles… And Carci looked unbothered, relaxed… And quite enjoying himself.

Something far different from the stressed-out and watching Arkvan…

To the Dragon who shifted his position, opened and closed his wings, and had to mind his tail… And certainly felt his cock that was throbbing under the surface.

Plus… That constant prodding on the prostate, that poking, that ceaseless touch… It was making it hard not to slip under the water… or to want to jump out.

“Isn’t that the best massage?” groaned Carci, raising his beer.

“Y-Yeah,” nodded the Dragon, biting his lips as he tried to recline against the Jacuzzi’s edge, the arms passed over.

But that damn Puna continued to hit, smack, push against his prostate until… Until he started to feel his orgasm coming. Worse, it was coming faster and faster as the creature extended more tendrils inside the Dragon’s ass, stretching his entrance to the limit before it itched.

And yet, no water. Nothing except that minty ooze that made the pain go numb. No pain in the end.

No, he was only allowed to experience the pleasure of his asshole being rammed by that wild creature, to sense the tendrils coiling together in a monster of flesh that was wiggling against his prostate and rammed inside him, to the point Arkvan felt his belly bulge.

And then… His cock was burning. His prostate was on fire. His whole groin was a volcano.

He was about to erupt, and he had to muffle the sounds in his arms, feigning to be slightly bothered, though Carci wasn’t watching at all.

No, the Shark was relaxed and even purring a little, his voice suave and calm despite the constant bubbling.

Arkvan gasped.

He gasped, covered his mouth, and only then did he exhale. But with each exhale, he was taking a sharp breath. Again… And again.

As he’d been hit. As his cock, hard and stiff, had shot inside the pool. He came hands-free from a creature fucking him in the ass.

His face burned, and worse… That creature didn’t seem to be done as something at the base of the tendrils pressed against his back entrance.

Something big and massive, something he didn’t know it was… Until it passed through his rim, until that oblong shape pushed past his clenched rim and right into his asshole.

His mind roared from the sensation; that squishy thing was nestled deep inside him with a slew of ooze being sprayed all over it. And then what?

Was the Puna done? Not at all, as another egg was pressed against the Dragon’s asshole, like a Canine’s knot, but one that would pass inside and remain there.

The Dragon’s eyes bulged, bloodshot. His hands went onto his muzzle, keeping it close while he watched Carci act perfectly relaxed and enjoying himself.

Would… Would he be as relaxed if he knew his friend had cum, been fucked, and was filled with his pet’s eggs?

Arkvan closed his eyelids tightly. He couldn’t allow himself to speak, and so, he turned his head away, keeping his jaw shut as he sensed another egg being… Pressed inside his ass.

A third. And yet, he was definitely feeling the weight inside him… That and the renewed energy of the tendrils inside his ass, pummeling his prostate.

His refractory period might not be entirely gone, but it didn’t deter the Puna.

It didn’t stop the creature from savagely beating the Dragon’s prostate and forcing another erection out of him. To get his shaft hard again… And to have his balls dropping, his prostate clenching… And even his groin to warm up.

Arkvan desperately tried to grab one tendril discreetly, yanking it out.

However, he couldn’t. Too slippery, too loose, they couldn’t be grabbed and yanked. And though the Dragon was getting desperate. The creature continued to fuck his ass… To stretch it. And to feel it.

Four. Five. Six.

Soon enough, Arkvan’s eyes rolled again, and his teeth clenched as he felt another orgasm coming through. One that was barreling through his entire body like a truck, crushing every sensation under it.

The pain and soreness? The shortness of breath? All was gone, erased before the shameful delight that was to get a dozen eggs stuffed inside his ass, pressing against his guts, while his prostate was lovingly nudged.

Perhaps it was thanks to the ooze that eased the pain and increased the pleasure. Or that was Arkvan’s own experience.

But… He cried.

He roared, his mouth opening, as he came again. As his cumshot went forth and finally reached the surface, a tendril sucked on it.

The Dragon’s entire body shuddered before he hastily stood up, with the tendrils pulling back as soon as he was back on his feet.

His wings flapped in fear while he glanced down, looking at his belly, bulging and bloated, which hid even his erection.

“First time with a Puna?”

Before Arkvan could say anything, he looked at his friend. At the Shark, who looked rather calm when seeing his friend’s bulging gut. It was only when Arkvan sat down that he noticed the top of Carci’s taut belly, looking far more stuffed than his.

Carci smiled, even sticking his tongue out.

“What? Are you surprised?” he asked, laughing. “I told you. Twice a month.”

“W-What? YOU KNEW?!” shouted the Dragon, jumping forward to grab the Shark by the shoulder, despite one green egg slipping out of his gaped asshole.

“That was too funny to see you try to stay quiet! How many times did you cum? Three times?”

“You fucking moron!” shouted Arkvan, pushing the Shark under the water. He wouldn’t drown… But that felt good. Perhaps just as good as feeling the tendrils poking his asshole once more.