[b][u][center]The Egg-Laying Farm For Torin and Sigma By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] The ‘farm’ wasn’t much of a farm. There were no goats, chickens, cows, or anything else that resembled livestock on the farm. There was no barn, no fields, no swathes of crops or extra bits of large, empty land. No silos, no big bins of produce. There was only a fenced-in bit of land in the backyard, where the gold dragon was kept most of the daylight hours, and where he currently was trying to ignore the swelling in his belly and the pressure that was running from his stomach all the way down to his ass. The bumps of the eggs inside were begging to come out, and he shivered as they started rolling around in him again, pushing to get out of him and into the small collection bowl behind him. Torin did his best to hold it back, grunting as the pressure started building up inside of him. All those eggs, all that ‘product’ just waiting to come out, was nothing new. He’d been doing this for weeks now, building up a large clutch, laying it, and then getting it sold off by a friend so that the pair of them could keep the house in good order. Ever since he’d moved out from Killian’s place, he’d needed some way to support himself, and it was this or whoring himself out. So, he’d decided to whore himself out, but he quickly found out that the eggs started coming on too quickly for that to be viable. Another surge down below, and he grunted as he clenched down, feeling every single one of the eggs inside of him, including four that were trying to sneak out. One was pressing at the edge of his rim, trying to get through before he could notice, and he clenched all the harder as a result. “Mmmmph...Sigma! Sigma, they’re coming!” “Yes, yes, hold it for a bit longer, Torin.” “Not very easy!” “Oh come on, it’s just holding it in. Just...clench or something.” The gold dragon glared up at the window that the voice was coming from, knowing that the king cheetah was probably just...washing dishes or something. Maybe even lounging around, being all lazy like the cat he was. It wouldn’t be the first time. Another spasm, another cramp of his muscles, and he felt his tailhole opening up, spreading around the tip of the egg. The feral dragon winced, his toes curling into the ground as he tried to pull it back in, and just barely managed it. The sensation of being spread open like that had been too good. [i]Way[/i] too good. Panting softly as his dick stuck out of his sheath a bit, dribbling on the ground, he called for the cat again. “Please! Get out here, I need some help!” “Alright, alright, keep your pants on.” “I NEVER WEAR PANTS! GET OUT HERE!” “Alright, alright. Huffy.” The gold dragon whimpered, knowing that the eggs were too fragile for him to just let out. They needed to be dropped into the container, carefully and gently. At a pinch, he could lower himself over the container, and hope that he aimed right, but the last time that he did that, they’d ended up losing half of the product. The rent had been tight, then, and they’d almost not recovered. [i]Nope, can’t do that again, can’t do that.[/i] The eggs were getting so tight and heavy in him, though, and they were bloating out his belly to the point where he would have a hard time squatting even if he tried. Finally, footsteps. Torin groaned in relief, turning his head towards the side of the house. Soon, he could let it all out. Then...well, he would have another mess to clean up, considering how it would feel to have all those eggs rolling out of him, but he would cross that bridge when he came to it. The king cheetah he was rooming with stepped out, big rubber boots on his feet and a purple set of armbands over his wrists and up to his elbows...and behind him came a dozen other people, strangers all. Torin gasped, wiggling backwards until his rump was pressed flat against the house. Not just for the help in keeping the eggs in, though there was definitely some help with the metal sidings of the house, there. These were people that were staring at him, some of which were fondling themselves as they came around the house. They looked at him, staring at his dangling dick, and some of them had been staring at his ass before he’d wiggled it around and out of view. “S-Sigma...what’s...what’s this?” “Oh, this? This is part of the show.” “Show?!” “Yeah, you think that you can get in enough money with the eggs alone? All these folks are paying handsomely to see you do the egg laying.” “But...but, why?” “I don’t know. But they like it. Now, come on, turn around.” He could hardly believe this was happening, but it seemed like there was no getting around it. He stared at the people, at the cheetah, and the people again, and he blushed worse than he remembered doing since the Black Potion incident. Slowly, the gold dragon turned himself around, rotating his body until his backside faced towards the crowd again. Almost immediately, the sound of fondling and over-the-clothes fapping came back, and it didn’t stop as he felt his feline friend pat him on the ass. “You got a good crop for us today, Torin?” “Mmmmph…” “Come on, you can tell me…” “Couple...couple dozen.” “Lots of eggs there, big guy.” “Well...productive guy, who had me.” He blushed, admitting it, but there wasn’t much else he could say, was there? That he had been rutted hard by some big guy that got him good and pregnant. Not even another feral, but an anthro that had hopped the fence and fucked him while he was resting up after his laying. He’d barely gotten a chance to avoid being pregnant for a few hours before he was pregnant again, and this time with an even bigger load of eggs. The dragon groaned, feeling the egg pushing down again, pushing past his clamping muscles towards the outside world. This time, he couldn’t quite hold it, and his ass hole parted, the egg sliding about halfway out before coming to a halt. The others moved down, and - “Mmmmph...oooooh…” Torin moaned, his tongue sliding out of his mouth despite himself as he felt the pressure of one egg, and many others behind it, rolling over his prostate. The gold dragon leaned his forehead against the house, his mouth wide open and his tongue dangling down in front of him, drooling onto the ground. It wasn’t something he could help. The sheer pressure and pleasure of being filled with eggs and their laying hit him hard every time, and it wasn’t helped any further by Sigma becoming an announcer. “As you can see, our big gold guy here is pretty darn stuffed. He’s told me that he’s got a couple of dozen eggs, and as you can see, it looks true. See this one sticking out?” The feline pressed on the end of the egg, nudging it back in, and Torin gasped, his cock jumping, hardening against his belly. The crowd laughed, and out of the corner of his eye, he could barely see a few of them with their dicks out, stroking themselves openly to what was going on in front of them. As the egg slipped out again, Sigma caught it with his finger and pushed it back, let it out, and then pushed it back again. Over, and over, each time making him moan and shiver happily, his cock bouncing and twitching, oozing over the ground with every little insertion from the egg. “As you can see, he’s really quite a good layer. He’s got a body that knows what it needs to do, and a cock that just loooooves getting hard when he’s laying eggs. Even if he starts complaining, we all know how he really feels about it. Look at that throbbing cock. It’s going to be dripping soon, folks. Dripping non-stop, until he’s basically standing in mud. So, keep your distance if you don’t want to get messy.” This was the first time that the king cheetah had ever done anything like this, and the dragon didn’t know how to react. It was entirely different from the usual privacy between the two of them, where he would just lay his eggs and Sigma would maybe tease him here and there. This… Oh gods, they were staring at him, watching his hole open and close around the egg. He wanted to hide, wanted to look away...but all he could do was stand there, trying to push the egg out, trying to get it past the feline’s finger. “Okay, I think it’s time that he lets it out. Too long, and he gets stupid from all the pleasure. Ready to see a dragon lay eggs?” The crowd nodded, letting out various sounds of assent, and the feline grabbed hold of a basket. The dragon panted, his body clamping down hard in an attempt to hold on long enough, but it wasn’t quite enough. An egg slipped - “Whoops!” Sigma caught it, but it was only the first of dozens. With that one popping out, the others slid down, hitting his prostate in an avalanche, and Torin just...lost it. He moaned, his eyes going blank as he came, and came, and came, cum shooting out of his cock as eggs shot out of his ass. The entire crowd went wild, laughing, pointing, moaning as they got off on his show, while Sigma danced here and there to catch all the eggs. Some people came closer, watching as his ass fluttered and sputtered with the eggs, forcing them out, while others kept their distance, avoiding the cum shooting into the mud and onto his belly. It didn’t matter to him. It would be over soon...and besides, it felt WAY too good to be worried about anything…. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]