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Egg-xciting Research

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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“Nnff…”

Twilight grunted, the purple-scaled dragoness hunkered down over a mess of blankets that she had wound into a sort of makeshift nest. The home she had made with her husband, Dean, looked like the treehouse library she had stayed in first when she had moved to Ponyville as a pony but, well, her life had changed rather a lot since then. She still really enjoyed the aesthetic of having the walls be lined with books, however.

She groaned again as Dean knelt beside her, the dragoness on all fours with her head lowered softly. She was smaller than he was, if she was stretched out next to him, though that had never come into play between her and her husband before.

“Are you okay?” He said, his voice hushed as if he was afraid to raise his voice anymore. “Twilight… This is too much for you!”

Dean gulped, though Twilight Sparkle was a dragon who went after what she wanted, regardless of what the cost was. Of course, she wouldn’t push things too far, though her lines and limits when it came to herself were definitely different to how she treated others.

“Mmmph… No, it’s okay,” she said, though even she was aware of how acutely she was gasping for breath. “Mmm, no, it’s just hard… I want to lay these…”

Dean sighed. It was hard to see her straining so much, but she’d told him she wanted to lay the eggs for research, being something she doubted they would ever do together in conceiving viable eggs. The eggs had been growing inside her for a few hours already, the process sped up by magic, so she could document the process and lay them, though they would all be unfertilised and non-viable, so there was no risk of babies arising from them. Not that Dean or Twilight would have honestly minded that came to be, one day.

“Twilight…” He breathed out slowly, trying to calm her as Twilight bore down, working on squeezing an egg out of her cloaca. “Breathe, darling, it’s all okay…”

“Yes… I know…” She shot him a grateful look anyway. “But…it kind of…makes me hot.”

“What? You’re too warm?” He smiled, glad to finally have something he could do for her. “Oh, I can get you a cool towel?”

“No… Heh, you’re so sweet…” She huffed, the first egg straining at the edges of her cloacal slit, gleaming as it pressed out into open air. “No… I meant it makes me…mmph…turned on too… Horny…”

Twilight had to be clear about what she wanted from him too as Dean pulled back, blinking at her, not knowing how to take that.

“Oh!” He chuckled a little, startled and rubbed her back, sliding his fingers down alongside her purple plate-scales, massaging gently. “So… I think that means you want a little more than a massage here, hm?”

“Oh… That’s good too…”

Twilight moaned, though she had to keep her body up from the blanket-nest, quivering with the strain of laying her eyes. There should have been ten in total though she was not entirely sure if there was an eleventh hidden behind the rest: the magical imaging scans she’d tried before they were ready to be laid weren’t entirely accurate, as it was a new magic.

His fingers worked their magic on her back, though, when they dug in around her hips, Twilight grunted and tried to stretch out.

“Mmm, deeper…”

She let him massage her, though her scales warmed through, prickling and tingling, her tail trying to snake and flick back and forth with its thicker “fin” at the end, which was something reminiscent of the pony tail she had had a long time ago. But she was much better suited to being a dragon, even if she was of a smaller size than most fully grown dragons.

His fingers… They were truly magical and she tried to rock into his touch even as her body forced her into position, letting Dean do what he needed to her. Yet her husband was smarter than that, working his fingers down and around between her legs, finding the slit of her cloaca.

“Mmm… Look how wide it’s straining you…”

He rubbed the edge of her cloaca as the egg slowly but surely strained its way out, the second of many to come. Twilight moaned and dipped her head a little lower, the dragon shuddering under his touch.

“Mmm, yes, please…”

She was not one to beg and Dean most certainly was one to serve and please her, to give her everything she wanted, even when things were not spoken aloud. Not everything like that had to be said between long-time partners like them, after all, as they took pleasure in the experience, though he worked his fingers subtly back and forth, seeking the nub of her clit within the slit of her cloaca.

It was tricky for him to get to, though ever so slightly easier as the second egg plopped all the way out into the nest, gleaming and nestling against the first. Something tugged within Dean’s chest but he ignored it for the moment as he shifted his weight back and forth, trying to nestle in closer to her on the bed. His clothes suddenly felt oddly restricting as he squirmed, his shaft thickening just a little.

Yet that moment was about Twilight and not him, though maybe she would repay the favour to him later, if it suited them both. His fingers swirled over the fleshy nub of her clit, large and fat and round, where it resided just within her cloaca, but the next egg pushing its way out made his job more difficult than ever.

“Mmm, oh… Oh, that helps…”

Twilight twisted her head back and forth on the end of her long, dragon-like neck, though she was there in the moment, quivering, hanging her jaws open just to release the excess heat from her body. The third egg squeezed down her passage, her cloaca containing everything, though it was when it came up against her entrance, the tightest part of all beyond the cervix that had already widened to allow them passage inside her, that was the most challenging. She had to push down, squeezing harder than ever before with muscles she’d never really had to think about.

Yet his fingers on her clit were forced to pull back as he stimulated her cloaca, teasing her erogenous zones through the thin, soft layer of flesh and scales. The scales down around her cloaca were smaller and more sensitive and Twilight arched into his touch, panting heavily as the egg crowned, pressing through her entrance.

“Mmph… Yes… More…”

Electric tingles of pleasure rolled through her as she shuddered bodily, his fingers doing their best work. Never had she thought it would be that intoxicating to lay eggs – it almost was as if it never had been a real thing to say that she was doing it all for conducting research. But Twilight could take things exactly as she pleased and that never was going to be a problem between them, even if she was rather grateful for the fact that Dean had stepped in to help her.

“Mmm… Your fingers feel amazing…” She murmured, her voice huskier than she had imagined it to be. “Mmm, can you get them inside me as the egg is coming?”

He tried, but her cloaca was stretched too tightly around it for that to be possible as she pushed it out. Dean grunted and made a soft face, lips scrunching, though he didn’t let Twilight see that; he just wasn’t a fan of mess, that was all. But a nice, hot bath for them both to enjoy together later would surely take care of that.

So, everything was fine and he let out a soft gasp as the third egg fell free. It sank into the blanket-nest, though there were more coming, one after the other. Her passage flexed and twitched, sending ripples through her skin, as he stimulated her, her body hot and prickling with enticing heat.

“Relax, darling, let me take care of you…”

He knew how to look after her completely and he did all he would have if they had been alone together without the eggs, his fingers massaging around her increasingly slippery cloaca, teasing along the edge of it. A fourth egg ground out smoothly, caressing her velvety passage as it made its way out of her body, and settled down alongside its brethren. It was such a shame none of them were viable.

He licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry, stroking around her cloaca and dipping inside. The rise of the fifth egg bowed up against his fingers, forcing them back, though the dragoness panted more heavily, her flanks shuddering with breath.

“Oh… Oh, there’s a few coming… Ohhh!”

It popped out quickly, a light splatter of arousal making it easier still for her to lay it, his fingers working around the edge of her slit while her legs quivered. Even to Dean, it was evident just how much her legs trembled, straining to hold her up and in place, but the sixth and seventh eggs were coming too, bulging up against one another.

Briefly, he swept his hand across her crotch, in front of her cloaca, marvelling at the bulge there. It was amazing what her body could do, though the eggs came smoothly as Twilight Sparkle’s tail slapped the ground and twisted to the side, betraying her need.

“Oh… Dean…”

“I’m here, love, I’m here.”

He soothed her softly, though Twilight did not need comfort, not as they edged closer and closer to the grand finale, the eighth egg working its way from her, he teased it, sliding his fingers over the curved surface, but he could not push it back inside her. Yet providing even that bit of resistance offered her more sensation still and she trembled, jaws hanging agape.

“Ah… Dean!”

She cried out, pink fire flickering in the back of her maw, but the next two eggs popped out in quick succession, funnelled by the contractions of orgasm. They were deeper and more rhythmic, perhaps driven by the egg-laying process, and she gasped through climax as he worked her over with his fingers, stimulating her all the way through and dragging out her orgasm for as long as possible.

“Ohhhhh…”

Her moan rang in his ears and he could not help but smile, letting her slump against him, one more egg to come, or so she had said. It worked its way out more slowly in the slick slide of her juices, crowning softly and almost plopping out easily – compared to the rest, of course. It was hard to not appreciate the effort Twilight put into her research and studies, though he wished sometimes that she would put herself first so she could look after herself just a little more. Maybe that’s what Dean was there for though.

And he was okay with that too as he helped her lay the final egg, that tenth egg with a smaller eleventh teasing out right behind it. It was half the size of the others with the soft, pliable shells she had laid so far, but she would record just what happened to them when they were exposed to open air.

That was something for Twilight, however, and not him, though Dean, most likely, would bring her endless cups of teas and rub her back and the base of her tail throughout her studying. The dragoness would have to, after all, take her time recovering after such a strenuous activity.

As long as he was there with her, however, everything would be okay.

“Mm, thank you, hon,” Twilight purred, her head snaking around to nuzzle his cheek, Dean smiling in turn as heat rose to his face. “That was amazing… And it’s going to do so much for my research!”

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Anything for you, sweetie… You know that.”

Together, they’d work on her research and cleanse them both in the bath in a little while. Time together, regardless of how it was spent, simply would always be worth it to them.