Egg-
I wiggled along the ground and could feel it getting cooler as dusk was starting to come upon the land. The sun was setting sooner than yesterday and it was clear that autumn would be here in a few weeks. That would mean hibernating for winter, finding a burrow, and laying the egg that I could feel in my inner core.
Last year hadn’t fared well. Relaxing and knowing that there was still plenty of time left ended in a mad scramble to find somepony to bear the annual spawn. This season wasn’t going to end in a disappointing sleep, feeling that hardened shell dissolve as I slumbered till spring.
My heart fluttered in my core as I saw an almost magical sight. I moved closer, clutching onto the truck of a tree with several tendrils as I peeked at the form lying in the grass.
It was almost too good to believe; a pony just lying there, looking to be fast asleep. Their coat was a soft purple and with a cloudy grey and silver mane and tail. Though, judging what was under their tail, this certainly was a female.
However, she was tiny, less than half the size of a regular mare. A ripple shook through my body in surprise. This wasn’t a full sized mare at all, but a filly instead, and she was just lying here unprotected and away from any other pony.
A loud shout punctuated the air and I scrambled down as low as I could on the ground. Thankfully, faint laughter followed after it and the quiet sound of a guitar started up from the same direction.
My long muscles relaxed as I hugged closer to the tree; I hadn’t suddenly been spotted, but there were most certainly a camp of ponies nearby, probably just over this small hill.
My grip on the trunk tightened as I peered around it, making certain that there were no surprises waiting. Though, it didn’t matter if there was anypony nearby, nor if this was a filly. This was an opportunity; a chance that I had to take.
I moved quietly along the ground, reaching and softly grabbing the grass to pull myself closer. As long as I was quiet, I could do this. It was simple. Just go over, implant the egg and get away without waking her. Nopony would be the wiser, and nopony would be chasing me for days until I barely escape into a river.
The grass was actually pretty soft and comfy here; a small parting in the trees let this grass freely grow. I could see how a pony would easily fall asleep here.
The approach was easy enough, though my heart still pounded in suspense; if anypony came and checked on her I’d be done in an instant.
It wasn’t until I could practically touch her that I realized that there were two tiny wings spread wide alongside her; a pegasus! I’ve never had one of those before. They were always flying in the sky or fluttered off and were long gone before I got anywhere close.
This was my first.
I slowly wrapped myself round her hindlegs and felt her shiver the moment I touched her purple fur. I froze instantly and waited, watching her chest rising up and down quickly with her eyes scrunched up tight.
I waited, but she was still asleep. Though, my gaze descended down, over that soft looking belly, past those tiny, perky teats and down to my salvation.
Her filly folds were way smaller than anything I’ve seen before. Mares’ feminine lips came in all shapes and sizes, some plump and others snug, but this look absolutely tight.
A small ripple went through my limbs and I let out some tension in my core that I didn’t know I’d been holding. Her pristine body looked so perfect. I hesitated to wonder if I was her first too.
Young ponies didn’t generally take on the mating ritual till much older, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if she hadn’t been with another pony. However, with how small she looked, would an egg fit? Would I even fit?
I carefully curled around her silver tail, coiling around the base and putting a tip right in the middle of her dock to keep it at bay. My other tips floated closer, inspecting the area with instinctual expertise. I grabbed at those folds and felt her entire body tense up, but the look on her face showed she was asleep as ever; this may be doable.
The first thing I noticed on her was how hot she was, practically like a mare in spring, yet somehow different. Peering into that pink cavern showed that she was already soaked, even a small trail of her sticky juice was running down to her butt and would have already soaked into her tail if I left her alone for much longer.
It seemed weird, but maybe pegasus, or even filly themselves were naturally juicy like this. That seemed to be the only explanation, especially when a pony was in such a relaxed state.
My tips slid up along her folds, getting a good look at what was hidden inside, and even getting that pink pearl to flash out from its hood. I could only imagine the kind of dream she was having right now.
Carefully, I moved the destined tendril to the middle of her fillyhood, steadying up myself to do this as stealthily as possible. The pointed tip was easy to slide in along that wet tunnel, but the thick base slowly started to spread those lips more and more. It was like the snuggest of hugs gripping on tighter the further I went in.
Though, as wet as she was, it was only so much a pony could naturally do. I squeezed tight in my core and held it all the way down my length until I pushed right to the tip and let out a hot flow of my own juice. This would help lubricate and relax her muscles for when the deepest of penetration was needed.
I could feel her insides let up just a little; enough that the thickest part of my tip was able to squeeze in, spreading this virgin tunnel wider as I went deeper. It was a battle to open her up for the first time, her walls not wanting to give an inch, even if she had to take all of them. With one more squeeze I could feel the end of her short tunnel, and my tip danced around the outer features of her cervix; the last barrier to my egg’s new home.
“Mmmpphh~,” squeaked out from up above as her entire core tensed up, and mine as well. Her eyes were still squeezed together tight, but tickling her down there might have been too risky right now. Even her wingtips were starting to twitch and the main base of them throbbed; showing just how close she was at possibly waking up. However, those feathery limbs looked so intriguing to touch, but there was a goal to reach and only so little time to do so.
With willful focus I pulled back, sliding down her tunnel before pushing back with slow, shallow thrusts. There was only so much I could do, and completely going all out was sure to wake her up and have her start screaming, alerting the rescue squad over the hill into coming with angry pitchforks.
I kept going with purposeful strokes, sending tingles down my length and ripples along the rest of my body, while a familiar pressure down in my core started to grow. It was amazing, something I missed out on last year and would try to fully enjoy in this moment as long as she slept. Though, it didn’t help that she clamped down fiercely whenever I hit a certain spot on the top of her tunnel, practically stopping me lest I push and pull her entire body around on every movement.
This small form of pony was something else entirely. It felt so similar, yet so much more. It was like picking the freshest of fruits right out of somepony’s garden; and as juicy too.
I wondered what she would have been like if she was awake. Would she fight? Fly away? Or run and scream?
I couldn’t help but reach at an impossible dream, pretending that she was eager for this. With the way most of her limbs were free and how I only held on for leverage, it could have been an encounter on par to one of their mating rituals. No longer merely impregnating, but loving a pony.
It played around my mind. I could hear female words practically begging for my egg; wanting it to be inside her. It was enough that I thrust stiffly into her, causing her to gasp out loud and her head roll to the side.
I mentally winced at the sudden mistake. The distracting flutter in my core almost made me break this enchanting experience, but luckily, slumber still held its tight grasp upon her, even with the sudden roughness. Her sleepiness brought some newfound courage to speed up just a little bit, enough that wet slicks sung out in a chorus down below; those lewd sounds playing like music.
Deeper each push went, sliding all the way down till the tip pressed against her inner barrier. It sent a shiver down my length every time I pulled off of it as that impossibly tight ring held on for just a moment longer, letting go with a strong, wet kiss each time.
This gentle romance with that blockade was nice, but with the building in my core getting stronger, soon we’d be getting a lot more intimate.
The tips of the filly’s wings were vibrating frantically, practically buzzing from the quicker pace. I couldn’t help but slide another few tendrils down her rump, along her back and toward the base of those intriguing parts. If she hadn’t woken up yet, I doubt a subtle touch to her wing was going to do much more.
The soft fur gave way to feathers, feeling so much different than anything else. Though, I could still feel them twitch and a heavy throbbing coming from the base, matching the same quickening tempo from the heartbeat I could feel inside her.
Feeling between and parting those feathers was so fascinating. I faintly wondered if I found my new preference: these exotic, winged types of ponies.
This only made it feel that much more exciting, and I couldn’t help but realize that I was going much faster inside her; her tongue practically lolling out of her mouth and her breaths were quick and shaky.
I felt so close that there was no way I was slowing down now. Taking it slow was nice, but going harder was where it was at. This was enough, but the need for more had a tendril floating down between her flanks, finding that second hole hidden there, and lathering it up with my natural lubricant. The risk of waking her up was barely on my mind as I went that much further and pushed into her butt.
It was like I had hit the sweet spot as her entire body clenched, and those walls tightened like a vice around my tips. A deep squeal came from her lips as her tunnel quivered and suddenly released a squirt of juice every time she twitched.
The sight was enough that I instinctively pressed in deep, pushing though that barrier and letting the pressure in my core release.
It came as a flowing torrent down my length and heavy pulses dumped nutrient filled goo right in her inner depths. Her womb was lined full, instantly made ready for the egg that was moving down my tube. I could feel the hardened shell slipping down my length, and could see the bulge traveling closer to her fillyhood.
As soon as the hot goo released, the thin tip started to flare up and spread apart, anchoring firmly against her. The length pulled taut as the bulge pressed against her folds, spreading them wide and probably to the max of what her smaller form could handle. But with the anchored tip and the egg getting pressed in from the other side, finally her walls gave way and the egg slowly started to disappear inside her.
After the orgasm, she had been practically silent. She bit in her lip hard and breathed deep though her nose as the egg travelled in. It wasn’t until it passed that final barrier and flopped into its new home, that her features relaxed and she looked like she was just taking a casual nap.
My tip softened as it retreated from her. The new spawn was as ready as it was going to be, now that it was finally planted in the depths of a pony.
A nice blissful glow washed over me as I released her limbs and moved away. She looked no different from when I first saw her, save for how drenched her tail was in both of our fluids.
This miracle still felt like a dream, but it happened. This was reality. I quickly wiggled away into the safety of the trees, feeling satisfied in so many ways; emotionally most of all. This entire encounter felt much more intimate than any before, and I wondered if I’d ever find another pony to engage in their style of mating with.
The silly thought was amusing to contemplate, but all that I truly hoped was that the next generation was safe with that filly.