An Eggcelent Movie

(contains female oviposistion and orgasms)

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The cramps started shortly after dinner. Given they had just left an Italian restaurant Carol chalked it up to having too much Smirnoff and chilli flakes. She wasn’t exactly the kind of girl that watched what she ate, leading to ‘gas issues’ now and then. One of the worst aspects of her twenty-eight-year-old existence that her amazingly badass girlfriend tolerated.

It was barely noticeable and thus easy to ignore. This was their first date after ages in quarantine. A stubborn gold dragon wasn’t about to let some churning insides ruin their perfect evening. Not that it stopped her guts from trying to demand attention. Carol hated her weakness for spicey lasagna the whole walk to the movie theater. After spending an eternity, and a small fortune, getting snacks, she lead her darling wolfess to some nice seats near the front rows. Being close to some mindless Hollywood dribble helped take her mind off the annoying indigestion.

“Nngh!! Aah!?”

About forty minutes into their feature, Carol’s body suddenly went stiff. Popcorn spilled out of her hovering palm while a thick scalie tail lifted slightly against the back of her seat. A rather loud shootout sequence on a train was taking place over the big screen, and yet the pointed canine ears of her neighboring lover still perked.

“You okay, hun?” The grey wolfess named Sheila remained glued to the stunning choreography on display. Another round of her girl’s indigestion was hardly cause for alarm.

“N-no.” Unfortunately Carol came to the slow horrifying revelation she wasn’t having stomach problems. Ignoring the spilled snack, both her hands came to rest on her stomach feeling the muscles under her shirt rapidly tighten with disturbing pressure.

No. It wasn’t coming from her stomach. Cramps turned into a full on clenching sensation that lifted her tail a higher. Claws traced downward just above the crotch of her jeans feeling a pressure push up against a dam of tight flesh. Its power increased with the rapid intensity of her muscles’ until the inner walls began yawning open.

“Oh fuck,” Carol squealed when a sudden popping sensation caused water to burst out her vagina.

Thankfully, the train in the movie was already exploding enough to muffle her outburst to all but Sheila. That got the wolf to glance over with growing concern. Their eyes meet with Carol’s for a few seconds before following her hands. She barely suppressed a yelp seeing the soaked wet spot on the dragon’s jeans.

“Sorry, Sheila. I... I’m laying...”

“What?” Sheila said, then promptly lowered her voice as an all but forgotten movie transitioned to a quieter scene. She risked a glance over her shoulder trying not to look panicked about it. The theater wasn’t empty, but its few scattered groups had mostly climbed to the higher rows farther away from them. “Here? Now?”

“Yes, and yes.” The answers hissed out between Carol’s clenched dagger teeth with labored breaths. She straightened up in her chair trying to look like another contraction wasn’t rapidly seizing up her midsection. Unfortunately, it was very hard to get her tail down with a large object driving itself against her stretching cervix. “Fuuuuuck. I thought I still had some days.”

“Can’t you hold it long enough to get to the bathroom or something?” In contrast, Sheila did not hide her fluffy tail wagging against Carol’s thick scalie log. She even sounded amused by this turn of events.

“You know damn well I can’t,” Carol replied with a slight smile on her blushing muzzle too.

The thing about this dragon’s case was a bit unique. While most dropped a load every couple months to a year, Carol’s family took pride in having very strong breeding genes. Ever since she hit puberty, it was a miracle to go a week without making someone’s free omelette breakfast. Hell, her gynecologist revealed that fertility drugs could up production to daily if she ever wanted.

Boy, that had been a big mistake in Carol’s youth she’ll never live down. It taught her the damn things came on their time regardless if prom was taking place or not. At least the sterile ones were much smaller to the point she rarely showed a tummy bulge, or maybe that was a problem that led to these awkward social outings.

“Hey! Mind keeping it down up there?”

“Sorry!” Sheila called back, though she didn’t care who else in the theater had spoken.

Carol was too busy with another contraction to comment. Over a decade of this routine had blissfully numbed her to most of the pain, though it didn’t make each tightening of her womb less intense. Claws scraped off spiral slivers of her chair’s armrests while she could do nothing but feel her freshest ovid push its way into her sensitive tunnel.

There was no way she could escape to a bathroom or hiding spot in time. Another fact she’d learned long ago was that refusing to push forced her body to do it automatically. Carol actually preferred that since it was less exhausting and sometimes even orgasmic. Now it just meant she’d get as far as the lobby before having to drop her pants in front of very confused employees.

“Hmmmnnnh!” Speaking of which, Carol got so focused on being split open from the inside that she almost forgot there was soiled denim blocking her incoming drop. Soon as the contractions stopped wedging things deeper between her legs, she fumbled in the dim light for her button and zipper.

Trying to pull pants and panties off without making it obvious to the audience behind her was a lot trickier. Carol wiggled the best she could in the tight seat. Her thick dragon tail jerked threateningly high through the air with each subtle motion. Another fun thing about laying hundreds of eggs was how it affected the size of your hips. Eventually she got the garments pushed to her knees, leaving the fear of a dozen eyes burning into the back of her head wondering what all the seat dancing was about.

“Ooooh.” Sheila let out the breath she was holding watching the clumsy stripping with rising arousal. There were far better things for her to look at, and whatever dignity Carol preserved was burned away with the movie changing to a brightly lit setting. The wolfess’ face became clearly lit in open admiration for her girlfriend’s exposed pussy.

Truth was that this was Sheila’s fetish, and perhaps the major factor that caused her to swipe right on Carol’s app profile all those amazing months ago. After a couple stints with bird anthros, a dang dragon that laid regularly was her idea of winning the lottery. As such, it was in this wolf’s opinion that she was getting a great show, regardless. It was well worth the dangerously public position. If anything, she somehow found this more hot.

A shame that Carol was doing everything in her power to not act like a damn softball wasn’t being forced out her nethers. The dragon was just glad a bus chase had picked up in the movie, helping to cover the moans of tense arousal that slipped through. Birthing water still glistened on the gold scales of her crotch as the vertical lips opened and closed in time to her heavy breathing. When the contraction reached peak intensity, they spread their widest and remained so. The flesh inside parted for the slick emergence of an ivory white shell.

Likewise, it took everything Sheila had not to rub herself right there. Being next to Carol allowed the wolf to still hear the slick sucking noises of the egg emerging over loud CGI explosions. Light danced around its wet shell to the extent she could almost watch the movie on it. Good god, this was too taunting for her inhibitions. The sexy, fat assed dragon did not know the sexual frustration that would be unleashed on her when they got home.

Even so, the wolfess was not about to let this go without a bit of fun. Disregarding the witnesses possibly able to see them through the flashing lights of the film’s climax, Shelia reached her arm around Carol’s rubbing at the dragon’s swollen clit with the padded tip of her index finger.

“Hhm? NNNGGGHHH!!” Carol no longer saw a movie but flashing rainbow lights. Teeth clenched so hard she feared they might shatter. Her egg was reaching its widest point, helping sandwich her tender numb between hard shell and a wolf finger. There was nothing she could do to stop her crazy lover except let her body finish doing what it was made for. Tension rose beyond a mere contraction to a plateau that held for a few seconds before the egg shot out of her like a wine cork.

“AAA-mmpphhh!!” Carol clamped her muzzle with one hand unable to prevent making an orgasmic cry. It did thankfully stop subsequent yelps as her body shook in several violent spasms. The tip of her tail slapped the theater floor with each one while juices leaked from her gaping pussy onto the seat’s cushion. Something her fat butt didn’t notice when it slid off, leaving the numb dragon supported only by her hanging onto the armrests in heaving breaths. “I... I hate you...”

“Mmh!” Sheila had nothing but glee on her face while grabbing the popcorn bag to make it look like her true goal when pulling back to her side. She nibbled on a few kernels watching the dragon’s orgasm wane. The flavor of Carol’s juices made her snack extra tasty. “So when your legs work again, do you want to go back to my place for coffee and some sweet...?”

A light clicked on from Shelia’s opposite side, blinding the wolf with its sharp beam. Letting out a bark she nearly scooted off her seat onto Carol before an otter man in a theater uniform came into focus holding the flashlight.

“Evening ladies. Mind explaining what you’re... doing?”

Carol was still sinking into her seat heaving from afterglow that their worsening situation hadn’t registered yet. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, her half-opened eyes realized the worker was looking at something besides a messed up pussy. Turned out the dragon’s panties worked as an improvised safety net, catching her egg before it slid completely off her thighs.

“Listen, I… ough!” It took a few tries for Carol’s noodle numb arms to pull herself back into her seat. In a dreamy half-daze, she offered the stunned otter a smile. “We can totally explain how this wasn’t intentional, sir. Also, don’t suppose I can bribe you with a free omelette not to call the cops?”