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This story was written for Kio Redsen. It contains F/Solo masturbation and egg laying! :3

The New Lay

Being a dragon wasn't all that different from being a furred creature. Unlike many lizards dragon's weren't actually cold blooded, running rather hot internally for obvious reasons. They could be agile despite their size, and along with their warm blooded metabolism came a normal appetite for three square meals a day. There was one point however where dragons differed from mammals. From female mammals in particular. And in Tyra's opinion, she would far rather have it her way than needing to deal with the blood, hormones and possible sexual frenzies that came along with some mammalian species periods of heightened fertility.

By comparison the female dragon's bodily method of dealing with reproduction was tame. Laying a clutch of perhaps three to five, maybe a few more, eggs twice or three times a year at most. Eggs that would be unfertile unless sex with a suitable male had recently occurred, and which caused no more than a single day's inconvenience each cycle from the time when Tyra felt her body preparing for the laying until after all eggs were laid and her body began to recover. Of course, it only seemed tame to other egg laying species. Tyra was sure that plenty of women would far rather go through their heat cycle or period than even attempt to push a foot long egg the width of a large fist out of their pussies twice a year. But then, for the vast majority the only thing they could associate egg laying with was birth. And birth was a painful process, or so Tyra understood.

Not egg laying though. Egg laying, while perhaps a little disconcerting the first few times, was something that Tyra had actually come to rather enjoy over the course of her adult life. To enjoy personally, intimately, and for reasons that for mammals or other egg layers, were far from tame.

"Ooh... ohhhhh..."

The dragoness' pale blue scales were flushed pink around her face and her crotch as she sat on her bed, a thick synthetic mattress protector spread out over the sheets beneath where Tyra was resting, propped up amidst a stack of large pillows. Looking over her large breasts the dragoness could see the juices running out of herself and onto the plastic sheeting already. Natural lubricant that was indistinguishable from the juices created by sexual arousal, and to the rather excitable dragoness therefore conjured up a lot of the same feelings and associations. She bit down on her bottom lip as she reached down and caressed her own inner thighs. Her thumbs rose towards her crotch, and grazed the swollen, scaled outer lips of her pussy. A sharp cry escaped her, and a spray of juices squirted from deep inside as her inner workings spasmed and opened up like a hungry maw for a moment or two.

"Ohh... so near. C'mon. Come on out and... ahh... say hello."

Tyra could feel the egg inside her. Actually at this point she could feel all the eggs inside herself, her belly slightly swollen with their presence, but in particular she could feel that first egg moving out from the deeper recesses of her reproductive system and into the passage of her pussy, where the real fun could begin.

The dragoness shuddered as she felt its bulbous, thicker end pushing its way into her pussy, immediately beginning to stretch the walls that had relaxed themselves just for such an eventuality. There was no easy way to explain the feeling, not even to herself. It was utterly unique. She was being spread and filled from the inside. But while thousands of years ago her egg production might have produced a hormone to stop her body from reacting pleasurably to the smooth shell rubbing against her inner walls, the modern day dragoness had no such inhibitions, biological or psychological. She could feel the thick, lubricated egg spreading her open and rubbing at what was truly her deepest, most hard to reach spots, and though the contractions slowly pushing it towards the outside world weren't quite as intensely pleasurable as if her pussy was convulsing in arousal or orgasmic bliss, Tyra knew that with a little help she could easily achieve that same result.

"Ahh... aaahhh... yes..."

Grazing her swollen clitoris between two smooth scaled fingers, Tyra started to trick her body. It didn't take much. She didn't have to keep touching herself for long. Just a few strokes and teasing touches to her sensitive love button and it really was as if her pussy was pushing the egg with pleasurable waves of internal motion. There were few feelings more wholly satisfying and arousing to Tyra, at least not when alone, than setting her body off down that path and then lying back against her pillows. Keeping her legs spread, her eyes looking down over her heaving breasts to her pussy, and waiting for her lower body to drive itself into a frenzy.

"Yes. Ohhh yes. F-fuck..."

There was little for Tyra to say or do but moan to herself softly in pleasure as she felt her body trembling in anticipation as the egg worked itself inch by inch down through her innermost depths. She wanted so badly to reach down and help her body along even more, to intensify the pleasure and maybe urge the egg to move a little faster on it's journey. But the dragoness resisted. She dug her hands into the pillows around her and scrabbled noisily at the plastic sheeting beneath them as her hips jerked, a fresh wave of lubricatory ejaculation gushing out around the egg and out of herself accompanied by a cry of pleasure.

More time passed, and Tyra's face got all the more brightly pink beneath her scales as her breathing grew faster and more ragged. She could feel the egg moving faster through her now, approaching the point where it was beginning to enter the highly sensitive regions where she more commonly felt things entering than exiting. The increase in pleasure was therefore twofold. Not only more intense because the egg was rubbing it's slick, lubricated surface against countless pleasurable nerve endings, but also because this portion of her pussy was naturally tighter and more accustomed to gripping and squeezing than being stretched quite this wide.

"Yes... yessss..."

Tyra whimpered happily as she felt pressure beginning to build behind the egg. More and more of the lubricant her body was producing to ease its exit flowing out from deeper inside her body, but now trapped behind the egg as its progress was slowed to a crawl by the ever so slowly stretching and tightly gripping walls of her pussy. At random intervals there would come little sprays of juices, squirts of lubricant that reached further in range than most of Tyra's most powerful ejaculatory orgasms as a small fraction of the liquid held behind the egg would escape through some gap between it and the dragoness' inner workings.

It was here the real fun began, for already as the first egg prepared to make its exit Tyra could feel the second one working its way into the top of her vaginal passage. She started to stifle a wail of pleasure, then gave in and let herself cry out freely. There was no denying it, this felt incredible. And more to the point, no matter how it felt, it was turning her on like crazy. Ever so carefully Tyra reached down between her legs, and resisting all temptation to squeeze or rub at her clit, she felt tenderly for the opening of her pussy with two trembling fingers. Already her opening was beginning to spread and stretch, and Tyra almost screamed when she found herself able to push her fingers in and at their most stretched, inward seeking point felt their tips brushing against the base of the egg.

Moaning her way through a few more contractions, following the egg's progress through where she could feel it stretching her, Tyra shuddered and trembled with such focus it was like she was counting down to a specific, exact moment. And indeed that was the case. Not to a measurable point in time per se, but to the commencement of a particular feeling.

"O-ooohhh... oh god..."

Sure enough, it happened less than a minute later. The egg had her pussy stretched so wide open that now, with just a few inches to go before its exit, she could feel herself gaping like she really was being fisted by someone. This also meant that now at last the intensity of the feeling which the egg's presence alone was providing was at its absolute peak. The bulbous fat end of the egg was grinding across her g-spot, and though normally it would only linger there briefly, Tyra had plans for that egg and that spot inside herself.

The hand that had felt inside herself and explored the very base of the egg returned to her pussy, and Tyra groaned happily as she pressed not one, not two but the tips of three fingers against the base of the egg. Her inner walls contracted. Her pussy attempted to push the egg a little further forward, but the presence of her fingers resisted and pushed back. She didn't have to hold back in her effort, there was almost no risk of the egg's thick shell breaking, and held the egg inside herself as her pussy clenched and squeezed in vain. The surface of her g-spot rubbed over the egg again and again, and Tyra's eyes rolled in their sockets with pleasure.

Not only could the dragoness feel the pressure within herself getting ever greater, she could now feel the second egg catching up with the first, its early arrival and the recent presence of the first egg where it was now travelling meaning that it was progressing much faster than its predecessor.

"Just... aahhh... just a little more..."

Tyra knew she was going to climax. It wasn't a matter of if, but simply a matter of when. Her whole mind was focused on a single aim. Not just cumming, but having her orgasm at the exact moment the first egg erupted from her. She had to time it perfectly. Wait a second too long and the egg might remain inside, held there by her clutching walls. Go a second too soon and the egg would shoot out before her peak was upon her. Both would be hot to behold and to feel, that was certain. But neither one quite as intensely delightful as if she could achieve the perfect release.

The dragoness cried out in almost fearful excitement as she pulled her fingers away from her pussy, stopping her delay of the first egg's progress as she felt her thigh muscles beginning to tremble uncontrollably. Juices were raining down from her stretched and swollen pussy as she raised her lower body up with her feet; knees bent, arching her back and thrusting skyward as though urging the egg to not only escape, but take flight like it's dragon mother. She cried out once, certain that the egg was going to push free too soon. Then again, certain that she was going to cum before it escaped.

Her third cry, more of a roar of pleasure, signalled the fact that she had succeeded. With a slurping gush of fluids that itself would have made Tyra cum just from how lewd and wet it sounded and felt, the egg pushed free, hung for a moment protruding from the strained outermost reaches of the dragoness' pussy, then fell with a splash down onto the sheeting below. Tyra however didn't stop roaring, for her orgasm was upon her. At last she reached down and started to tweak at her clit with the flat of one thumb, howling at the top of her lungs as the already enhanced stimulation and eroticism of what she had done to herself was carried to a whole new level of rapture.

The dragoness' cries actually tailed off rather swiftly and abruptly though, not because her pleasure came to an end, but because it suddenly found itself with a whole new source to power it. Egg number two, almost forgotten in the rush of number one's exit, seemed determined to follow hurriedly in its predecessor's wake. Even as Tyra's voice trailed off into a guttural groan of amazement, she felt the squeezing of her inner walls seeming to synchronise with her orgasmic convulsions. The egg that had already been moving fast began to practically rocket through her stretched pussy, and amidst a shower of juices and a loud, thick slurping that put the former egg's noisiness to shame the second egg burst free with an intense, sticky pop.

"Y-Yes!! Aaaaahhhhh!"

The feeling of everything she had experienced under the first egg's influence occurring again, only sped up a thousand times, was too much for Tyra to bear with any shred of sanity remaining. She kicked out and her tail thrashed, sweeping one egg off the bed and barely missing the other, not to mention sending a cascade of the juices puddled beneath the dragoness's lower body lashing out far enough to create a rather fetching splash pattern across the bedroom wall. Her first orgasm careered like a firework straight into a second, and it was all Tyra could do to keep herself conscious as through glazed eyes she watched one of her white, duck-blue speckled eggs rolling away on the bedroom floor, leaving a dark trail of the lubricant still glistening on its surface in its wake.

"Two down..."

Tyra's free hand, the one not resting against her wet and lewdly stretched out pussy, rubbed her belly as she uttered her first few words once free of orgasm's embrace. She giggled softly, feeling the bulge of her scaled stomach indicating the presence of a still fair number of eggs.

"Three. Four. Maybe... ahhh... maybe f-five more to go?"

Giggling and blushing, the big breasted dragoness pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down not just over her body, but beyond it. Past the soaked mattress protector and the solitary egg still resting on the bed, her tail's tip curled instinctively around it. Past her trembling legs and excitedly wiggling toes. Over the end of the bed, to the tripod standing beyond it. And mounted upon that tripod, a high quality digital camcorder.

The trembling, still ever so slightly orgasmic dragoness grinned into the camera, and cocked her head to one side.

"Still watching? Still conscious, Kio?"

She laughed again, picturing her lover's face when she got around to sending him the footage of the session he had been curious about ever since she first mentioned to him what it involved. Obviously the idea of the dragoness' egg laying antics had excited the bashful fox. But when he saw it, how would he react? Would he decide it was an act better left for Tyra to handle privately, or perhaps something that he would be eager to be a part of.

"O-only another seven... maybe eight hours, and I should be done."

Tyra laid her head back on the pillows, closing her eyes and allowing herself to start dozing. It would probably be a little while, maybe thirty minutes, maybe a couple of hours, before the next egg was ready. She giggled once more, and murmured sleepily, but happily towards the camcorder again.

"Eight hours. That... mmmh... sounds like a lot for a few eggs, I know. But... man, just think of how many hiccups that'll be."

By Jeeves

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