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Potion Enchanting; A Growth Industry

Work, work, work. Always so much work. Potion making certainly is a passion of Ceylon's, but there was so much involved in ensuring the brew was done just right. From the extraction to the ademane to the enchanting of it and the blending of ingredients to ensure it tasted right, there was plenty of room for the potions to be made incorrectly. So much could go wrong.

Sometimes, a bad mix of herbs could negate elements of the enchantment. For example, a bolt-spell potion would be nullified by addition of some tree nuts.

That's why potion making was such a lucrative endeavor. Anyone could make a potion that gave an energy boost, but only a select few could offer more unique indulges such as muscle relaxants, hyper endowments, or localized growth enhancements. Ceylon was one such gryphoness who was able to create a potion for virtually any occasion or hidden desire.

However, one thing she was tirelessly trying to master was a 'macro-batch' potion. She was able to enchant a brew to make the user grow, but she needed to find a way to reverse the effects or limit them. The last time she'd offered her dragon friend Lethias a shot at the brew, he'd grown out of control to the point he was starting to destroy the foundation of the mountain beneath him. She had to use a large portion of her vast reserve of magic to halt his growth and reverse the process. The resulting mess scared her out of trying any further growth potions for the better part of a year.

Had she not been there to nullify and reverse the enchantment in the potion, Lethias would have done some serious damage. That was enough to scare most anyone away from such dangerous brews indefinitely.

Not Ceylon, though. This gryphoness was tenacious, and had more than enough skill to manage and handle any potential mishaps that may come up. For a week, she'd been trying out a new enchantment and flavor mix to see if she was able to put a limit on the user's growth. Ideally, the user would drink the potion and double in all dimensions - height, width, girth - only to stop and not grow any farther.

"How are things coming, dear?" Leera asked as she slithered her way around Ceylon's legs, wrapping herself around one thigh and laying her head on the side of the table that Ceylon was working at. Leera was Ceylon's mate, a naga with a body the same girth as the gryphon's midsection, but no arms. Sometimes she used a potion or magic to grow a pair, but usually remained in feral form, perfectly emulating the body and shape of a large snake.

Ceylon jumped a bit at the smooth gliding sensation of scales rubbing against her inner thigh, only to chirp and coo at her mate, gently rubbing the snake's cheek. "Oh, things are coming along well. I'm pretty sure I have a good brew here. I've enchanted a vial, and now I just need a test subject that isn't me."

Leera continued to slide her way up and around Ceylon's leg, her muscles tensing and releasing in waves to propel her up into a coil on the table next to and around the various potion making instruments. Her motion was silky and deliberate, brisk but careful as she ended up in a ball. "Well, I hope you're about done, because you've been very busy for the last three days and I think you need to eat." Her snout inched forward to peck at Ceylon's beak, tongue flicking out quickly as she smiled.

Ceylon cradled Leera's chin, feeling the muscle contractions that went with the tongue-flicks. "Don't worry, hun. I've been snacking on berries and nuts for the past couple days. I'm honestly not hungry. Trust me, if I was, I'd eat something. Or who knows, maybe I'd eat you!" She leaned in and nibbled Leera's cheek, smiling all the while.

The naga pulled back and coiled up in a striking pose, hissing gently. "You say that, sure, but do I need to remind you about how easily you tend to forget your needs when you get too focused on a task? I don't want another issue with you working yourself to molting. Understand?" She hissed again, followed by a playful tongue flick.

"I promise I won't let myself get worked so hard I molt. Besides, I think I'm done and just need a test subject. I'd send for Lethias again, but that's quite the trip and I hate expecting him to go so far out of his way just for my silly experiments. I know he'd love it, though." Ceylon mused as she grabbed the closest vial of vibrant blue liquid, holding it up close to her face to watch the bubbles form and energy sputter out. "Though, really, I think for a working growth potion he'd literally flap those wings until he fell into the sea."

"I could try it." Leera offered, tilting her head to the side. "I'm scaled, same as him. And unlike most test subjects, if the effects get out of control, I have the magic and ademane to reverse the process. Work for you?"

A brief moment of silence and contemplation came over the two of them. Ceylon clicked her beak and cooed. "Hmmm, maybe. I fear the potion might not work on you like it does to others, since you're so magically charged. Are you able to temporarily nullify your own energy long enough to test its effects?"

She glared at Ceylon, tongue sticking out and flopping through the air slowly. "Do you question my ability to handle and control myself, dear? Are you really going that route?"

"I suppose not. Sorry, here." Ceylon leaned forward with elbows on the desk next to Leera, vial in one hand and her throat in the other. He gently pressed the rim of the vial to her lips, pouring it back as she wrapped her lips around it, tongue darting up into the glass tube to clean the potion from the sides. When the concoction was gone, Ceylon stepped back and turned on a tap, cleaning out the vial while keeping a keen eye on his serpent mate. "You feeling anything?"

She un-coiled a bit to look down at her bunched up body. "Not yet, no. How long do your potions usually take to work?"

"Well, I extracted the ademane from my own body and enchanted it myself, so maybe fifty seconds? One minute? I really don't know for certain. That's the whole point of sciencing, dear."

Before Leera could respond, her coils shifted and bulged out, a wave of growth happening from the base of her skull all the way down to the tip of her tail in a matter of seconds. She gaped her maw open in surprise, tongue hanging out. She went to speak again, but then another lurching shift of muscle mass made one of her coils slip out from under her, making her tail dangle over the side of the table. She slipped out of her balled up position to slither over the side of the table, her girth widening as her muscles contracted and tugged her over the gnarled wood, head extending downward as the rest remained in place thanks to the extension of her spine.

While she remained undulating over the desk to return back down onto the ground, she coiled up around Ceylon's ankles in a figure eight, the bulging mass of her form squeezing tightly around the gryphon's calves. Less than a full minute later, she was in a tangled mess of scales and muscle bunched up at Ceylon's talons, looking up at her mate with a gaping maw. "It worked...." She gasped, feeling one final lurch of muscle growth pulsing through her body, only to halt any further expansion. "And, it seems to have stopped!"

Ceylon knelt down, then slumped back over his naga mate's bunched up body; her tail entwined with Leera's while she cradled the snake's now-massive chin with both palms, guiding lips to beak. "You'd say you're what, about twice the girth and length as before?" She asked while running her fingers down the bulging muscles that lined Leera's spine, testing the give and texture. Everything felt and looked right, just bigger.

"Yeah, I think so!" Leera giggled as she tightened her grip around Ceylon's calves, a gentle squeeze to imitate constriction. "So, uh, you want to take advantage of this? I mean, I know how much you love a good affectionate hug, and I think my, uh, girth would be quite enjoyable for you, right?" The naga asked as she giggled and winked, seductively.

There was a bit of a brief, drawn out silence as Ceylon contemplated that very thing, imagining the snake's powerful coils and soft scales squeezing her. Before she could answer, she felt the blunt tip of Leera's tail slithering backwards up her inner thigh like an eager tentacle, prodding between her legs and slipping into her; the textured scales parted her nether lips as her dexterous spine undulated in waves to massage her tender flesh.

"L-Leera, dear?" Ceylon whimpered as she fell forward, grabbing the edge of the table for balance. Her tail was up high to give the serpent's prehensile tail room to work; when that seemed less than ideal, she shifted her weight to lay on her back, knees up and legs spread. "This isn't like you..." She tried to protest a bit, but was hushed when Leera forced more of her tail between the gryphon's plump equine lips.

Leera slithered over her coils to glide in between Ceylon's legs, flicking her tongue just lightly enough to tickle at the vulva before pushing forward with her chin on her mate's belly. "What's not? Since when don't I please my Ceylon?" She winked and flicked her tongue out, forked tip tickling at Ceylon's belly and chest fur, her head slowly pushing up higher until she was able to give a gentle kiss at Ceylon's open beak. Her tail forced itself in a bit deeper, the length of it probing and parting flesh as it went in deeper.

Ceylon gasped a bit and grinded her hips down against the snake's tail, one hand between her legs and under Leera's belly, idly pawing at her clitoris and peeling her lips wide to limit resistance against the ridged scales of Leera's appendage. She reached up with her other hand to idly grab at a quill and parchment, knowing full well she needed to get Lethias a message; she'd have all night to feel Leera's extremities inside her.

Everybody wanted a piece of Lethias. Luckily, he had a lot of love and hugs to give out. The red dragon biped was in his home - a glorious log cabin on the outskirts of Klyneth with his mate Minnigan and two wonderful dogs - and it seemed that every time he was prepared to relax and enjoy himself in silence and solitude, someone else needed his aid. One of his wolf friends needed a deep tissue massage, another friend needed a lift to work, and the dogs needed to be taken to the vet for a worry about bloodvine seed infestation.

The aid of a strong dragon was one that everyone seemed to need in their lives. Only his mate, a thickly built bear with the most intricate and ornate patterns upon his fur by the name of Minnigan, understood his plight.

"You can say no, you know." Minnigan suggested. He was working on dinner for the two of them while Lethias was at the table trying to figure out the logistics of helping all his friends to the best of his ability, while not abandoning his job as a massage therapist. A dragon with as much strength and knowledge as he had was a perfect combination for deep tissue massage. "It's not your job to care for them all. Besides, the weekend is coming and you need a break. Just stay home, away from everyone else. You might like it."

Lethias let out a gentle puff of smoke from his snout as he shrugged his thick, well defined shoulders. "Oh Hus-Min, I wish I could do that, but you know I can't say no. If I could deny a request for help, people wouldn't be asking all the time. I swear they know me too well." He sidled up behind his beefy furred mate, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug, pinning Minnigan's arms to his side.

Minnigan smiled and leaned back into the taller, more defined dragon, head nestled between the bulging pectorals. "Then maybe this is your chance to shock the world and do something for yourself, for once." He struggled a bit against Lethias's powerful embrace, spatula still in hand. "And I can't very well work on dinner with you holding me like this."

"You said to do something for myself. I chose you!" Lethias arched his neck to peck at Minnigan's forehead in a gentle kiss, squeezing harder and lifting the bear up off his feet.

While the two were locked together in a tight hug, a brisk rapping knock came from their front door. This was strange because their cottage home was two stories up in the branches of a dark-wood cellitoke - a slow growing tree with a midnight blue bark and wood that was perfect for building a home in - and they had pulled up the rope ladder in order to be left alone. Nobody should be able to get to their front door unless they had wings or a very particular set of skills.

"Wonder who that could be. Could you get it, hon? I have to make sure this doesn't stick to the pan." Minnigan insisted, using the spatula to flip one of the patties.

Lethias let him go and pulled away. "Sure." He walked over to the door, and when he opened it he saw a peculiar but well-understood sight. It was a black and white bird with golden brown around its neck and accenting the black spots. It was a fishing sea bird, one of the messengers of his gryphoness friend. The bird had pecked at the door to get Lethias's attention, and had a rolled up paper sealed by wax in one of its black-fleshed talons. "Ceylon sent us a message. Wonder what she wants." He reached out to pull the message out form the raptor's talon, opening it up to read its contents aloud as he returned to the kitchen.

"Dearest friends Lethias and Minnigan.

Remember that time when you came to visit last year; I tried out a potion on you and it kind of got out of control? Well, after nearly a year of fear, I finally got out of my funk and am trying again. I've brewed up a potion for controlled muscle growth and I think that you would likely love to try it out. It's still a work in progress, but I can't think of a more appropriate test subject. If interested, you know where to meet me; I'll be on the cliffs until sundown.

Sincerely, Ceylon.

PS: Leera can attest to the potion's effectiveness. She's kind of a mess right now, in all the right ways."

Certainly an interesting letter, but Lethias wasn't one to turn down an offer for more growth potion. After the last event up in the mountains where Ceylon lived, he'd been bugging her for another attempt monthly, always wanting her to return to her studies in order to perfect the potion. Granted, the last attempt was nearly disastrous, as his massive form was taller than even the tallest trees and the resulting seed he needed to spend would have literally flooded the forest, potentially harming the wildlife there. Ceylon was there to catch the load, but she was right to be hesitant about further endeavors, knowing full well that one wrong charge of enchantment could make Lethias' form grow out of control again.

"So what do you think?" Minnigan asked, flipping the patties again, then checking the oven for the baked potatoes in there. "Think you'll join her?"

Lethias looked up from the scroll and cocked his head to the side, ear frill flicking and eye twitching. "Hus-Min, you know I can't say no to that. She says the potion has been modified and update and, you know, I have to do it! In fact, I can go..." He turned and made it two steps towards the door only to be halted by the icy stare of his husband, who held up his spatula to remind that dinner had yet to be served. "...after dinner, of course."

"Good, because you know you don't eat enough most days. Remember that time you said a glass of milk was enough? Well, this isn't one of those times. Sit and eat." He pointed the spatula to the dinner table, a single drip of cooking oil trickling off the rim of it.

After a few brisk moments of blank staring, Lethias aimed himself toward the table and sat down, idly tapping his claws to the wood with eyes wide and lips pursed shut. When he realized that it likely wasn't the best idea to make sounds, he stopped his tapping and folded his hands over his lap.

Minnigan laughed a bit, smile exposing his teeth; he then continued on as if he hadn't just brought his dragon mate to heel with a look in his eye. "Well, I hope you enjoy yourself. I'm going to stay here and clean up. There will be some dishes to do, dogs to cuddle, and I'm really not in the mood to travel to the mountains today. You go have your fun, you know where I'll be when you come back." He leaned into Lethias and rubbed his belly a bit, running fingers over the dragon's well-toned abs.

"Aww, you're such a sweetheart." Lethias cooed at Minnigan, wrapping him in tight for another hug as he flexed his muscles. "So when's dinner ready? If I'm flying to the Cradle, I'll need all the energy I can get."

Both Lethias and Minnigan enjoyed a meal at the dinner table together, making jokes and silly puns about Ceylon's history with potions before sharing a kiss as Lethias left the front door, bounding over the banister to spread his wings and catch a breeze.

He was incredibly excited at the prospect of another growth potion after the last experience with Ceylon. Sure, things got out of hand, but sometimes he enjoyed that. There was a certain excitement that came with not knowing just how big he would get, even if it was paired with an adrenaline dose of fear. He knew that his gryphon friend was quite adept a making potions, so when she said that she had made great leaps of progress since their last attempt, he was more than eager to give it another shot. Though there was no inflection in written words, the assurance that Leera was convinced by the new brew was quite encouraging to Lethias, even if he was a little unnerved at the thought of having her coils around him, squeezing him.

The trip from his home to Ceylon's valley would have taken hours by foot, but by wing it was quite brisk. Before sundown, Lethias made it to the steep cliff-side at the end of the cradle where Ceylon lived, looking up to the valley with hope in his eyes. The Cradle of Dalon was a large, crescent shaped valley that wrapped around the pike of the Gods - the tallest mountain in the world - and the ends of the valley dropped down twenty kilometers down into the lake, with the cliff face a perfectly vertical drop with multiple waterfalls descending into mist below. The steep border of the cliff that lined the Great Saff'Raldian lake was known to be too high to fly to, where the air was too thin to push down and the oxygen was too sparse to keep one's energy high.

However, Lethias had been training his wings for ages for this exact flight, and he wasn't prepared to let a little lack of atmospheric pressure get the better of him. He flapped and flapped, pushing at the air as he came to rise in tight circles, advancing a little bit at a time until he slammed into the vertical cliff face. His claws dug into the rock for leverage and balance while he got his footing, only to kick off and spread his wings again while catching the slightest of updrafts.

His lungs ached and his chest heaved while he struggled against the thin air, his head getting light as the oxygen became a scarce commodity. Though he was tiring quickly, he was making progress, a few wide loops at a time. Eventually, he made another slam into the rock wall, only to find that there was moss and slime on it from the mist of the waterfalls causing him to slip and lose his grip, resulting in him plummeting backwards down towards the lake below.

In that split second between hitting the cliff face and falling, his head started to hallucinate a bit. He felt like he was floating, not falling, and it gave him a certain confidence that he hadn't thought possible. His body twisted in the air, wings spread to catch the breeze as his every muscle struggled against torque. The newfound lightness of his head gave him the unending strength to flap his way up to the ledge, slamming chest first into the jagged rocks as he pulled himself up onto the flat slate.

"Whoooo! Alright!" He called out to himself as he pumped a fist to the sky, his wings spread out for balance while he laid on his back. "I did it!" The dizziness was overwhelming and he felt like the world was swirling around him, but he knew he was on solid ground now, at the end of the Cradle of Dalon. This was truly an accomplishment, for no other flyers had the strength or skill to scale the cliff - something Ceylon and the others had manufactured to ensure that there were no unwanted guests.

After half an hour or laying on his back, staring into the sky while his equilibrium slowly returned, he slowly rolled to his feet and stretched his wings out, only to be greeted by Ceylon.

"Welcome, how was the flight?" She asked as she jogged up to meet him. "Did you enjoy the gusts I used to help ya?"

Lethias stopped with a single finger raised and maw agape. He was about to declare his pride in overcoming the task of flying at such a high altitude, but learning that Ceylon had been aiding him on his ascent sucked the pride right out of him like a balloon being deflated with an unpleasant farting sound. "Y-yeah, I guess. Thanks." He begrudgingly accepted, shoulders slumped and wings folded up close to his back. Before he could move onto his next thought, he glanced up and cocked his head to the side. "Wait, when did you have the time to use magic from that far away?"

Ceylon merely shrugged, a sly grin curling at the edges of her beak.

"Come on, don't be like that. You know if I did this to you, you'd beg and nag until I answered, so come on, I have to know!" He sat upright and glared, amber eyes narrowed. "Don't be a dick."

"Heh, yeah, alright, sure. I did help, but just at the end there after you slipped and fell. I could tell you were trying your best, but I'm not in the mood to watch you fall all the way back down. Hope it's not a problem, I was only trying to help."

Lethias rolled to his feet and brushed himself off. "Well, you probably did save me from a broken wing...and you know, possible death. So seriously, thanks!" This bit of disappointment and dire revelation was short lived, as he quickly remembered why he was here. "So your message said you had potions that I'd find particular interest in?"

Ceylon smiled and nodded, eyes wide and beak agape. "Oh, you have no idea! Come with me! the trek to my den might be a while, we can chat on the way!"

"So how have you been?" Ceylon asked as the two of them both walked up the stone pathway that snaked its way up the mountainside. It was a long, winding trail with occasional benches, torches, fruit trees, and bannisters around the more perilous areas - especially next to steep drop-offs and cliffs. They could have flown if Ceylon chose to use her magic to create wings, but given the thin air at that altitude, both felt it was better to walk. Ceylon's den and lab were up about halfway between foothills and summit, with a lodge-like wooden deck jutting out on stained wooden stilts. It would have been a great place for guests, if it wasn't so far out of the way for normal folks to come visit.

Lethias kept pace behind her, his fit form not having much difficulty with the arduous walk. "I am doing quite well, thank you! Minnigan and I have been enjoying life outside of Klyneth together, I love my job, and I'm making a lot of friends. But you know, even with all that, I just can't get my mind off the last time I came to the mountains with you. That potion you made last time really was something else, and even though things went a little awry, it was fun. You say you fixed it?"

Both continued on their trek up the stone steps with Ceylon leading the way. "Well, I think so. The reason I've invited you up was to continue the experimentation. I tried it on Leera and it worked pretty much flawlessly, but the real test is on another biped without a natural inclination towards potion and enchantment. Much as I love that naga, I can never tell if she's simply indulging me by aiding the potion or if it's entirely the enchantment I laid. So, as I said, you're the best guy I know for the job!"

"You're saying it's not fully safe, yet?" Lethias asked, growling a bit. He didn't seem angry, but there was a whisper of apprehension in his guttural vocalization.

"Well, that's not what I said. it's safe, I'm just not sure if I've got the proportions right or not. I have to find out its potency, try it on you, see how much growth it instills in you and the process it takes from place to place on your body. Right now I'm more worried about consistency, I'd rather it do its process on you uniformly from wing tip to toes. Tail tip to snout. you know?" She kept forward, not looking back while explaining. Her intention was to be as clear and concise as she could.

Lethias seemed to appreciate this straightforward communication, as shown by the tiny pillar of smoke that billowed out from the edges of his toothy smile. "Well, Thanks for that. I eagerly look forward to this."

When Ceylon turned back to look, she could see that her dragon friend seemed to be literally buzzing with excitement. Given the last time and his very particular set of interests, it made perfect sense that he was excited, and given his more reserved nature, it was clear that he was holding back to retain some dignity. It was cute, so Ceylon giggled a bit. "Maybe we should take a bit of a rest on one of these benches, overlook the valley, maybe enjoy a peach or something?"

His eyes went wide. "N-no, let's go to your den, the potion is just waiting up there. What if it loses its potency over time? I can keep walking, we wouldn't want to-"

"Calm down, Lethias. I'm not going to make you wait. I know how important it is to you." She turned to pat him on his well-toned chest, then squeezed his cheek between two fingers. "You're so cute when you're impatient. Come on." She tilted her head and hopped up a few more stairs, guiding him ever closer to her mountainside lodge.

They carried on up the path, eventually ending up on their front yard - a plateau just under their deck with a pool that had a waterfall feeding it. That same pool also fed another waterfall that trickled into a pond and cascaded over the cliff side in a winding stream that followed the path most of the way down into the foot hills of the mountain. They were there.

"Finally! Awesome! Come on, let's go!" Lethias panted, maw open and tongue hanging out.

It was a little strange to Ceylon to watch him acting like an excited puppy, but she simply smiled and opened her sliding door, inviting him in. "Past the den and to the right. That's my lab."

He excitedly passed her as he was prepared to burst into the lab and wait for her help with the potion, but he stopped mid-way through the den as he saw a massive, earthy colored yellow and brown snake curled up in a ball with head resting on the bulge of one of her coils. Her entire body was heaving with each deep breath, and she looked up at him with tongue flicking.

"Don't mind Leera, she's sleeping off the effects of the potion." Ceylon explained, calmly walking past Lethias and patting her mate on her muscled spine.

Lethias cautiously followed, keeping a few steps of distance between himself and the serpent; she watched and grinned at him as he passed. He knew it was Leera, but she looked different. "But where are her arms? And she's not that much bigger than normal, are you sure the potion is going to do much?"

Ceylon reached out to grab Lethias' hand to yank him into the lab with her. "Well, she has deliberately shrunk herself to make things easier, so that's about three times the size she normally is, and she also decided to drop the arms because that's not actually her natural form. She's really just a snake. A cute, cuddly, sentient snake."

"Ah, I see. Well I thought she was a pet or something you forgot to put in its enclosure. You know I'm a little squeamish around snakes and I didn't know that was Leera. She's cool, though." He sidled up next to Ceylon by the bench with all the potions, eyes darting from one to another as his excitement bubbled up as thoughts of massive snake left his mind. "So, uh, which one is the growth potion?"

"That one!" Ceylon pointed to a rack of five vials, each with a slightly different tinge of teal and level of luminosity. "If we want to do science properly, we'll start with the lightest color one, the one that's not glowing that much. Eventually, we'll get to the other ones that are more intense and thoroughly enchanted. One bit at a time, you know? Do you want to just try it raw, or would you rather have it in juice or with a meal?"

Lethias rubbed his chin a bit with a grin. "Well, it depends, will it dilute the effectiveness of the potion if we mix it with, say, orange juice? I could really go with something to drink after that flight and walk."

"Honestly, I am not a hundred percent certain. I know some ingredients used for flavoring do nullify certain effects, like select tree nuts minimizing the effect of bolt-based potions, but I've never heard of juice having any adverse effects, aside from potential acid reflux that might come from a violent chemical reaction within you. So, you wanna try or taste it as it is?" Ceylon offered, grabbing the lightest colored, least luminent of the vials.

The dragon's expression showed that he was containing his excitement as best he could to maintain the manners he'd grown to display. He wanted to reach out and grab, but was being as polite as he could as he extended his claw. "I'm going to do what I can to make the experiment run as pure as I can, so I'll have something to drink afterwards. for now, I'll just take the potion." His form was twitching and shaking as he tried his best to keep himself from grinning ear to ear.

A brief moment passed with Ceylon holding out the potion in her delicate fingers, and she seriously considered toying with him by pretending to change her mind as a goof. Given Lethias' history of not appreciating such good natured pranks, she opted against it. "Alright, you go ahead, and make sure to hold on to it, if the flavor is too intense, you can't spit it back up, or it's wasted ademane."

When the vial landed in his open hand, Lethias slowly closed his fingers around it as his eyes went wide, lips parted in an expression of awe. After he'd taken a moment to really absorb the moment, he stabbed his claw into the cork, twisting and pulling it out in one fluid motion. A cloud of acrid stench wafted up from the vial into his nostrils, making him wrinkle his snout. "Are you sure there's no good flavor to add in with this?"

"Well, let's make sure the potion works first, before I alter it with flavors. Shouldn't taste as bad as it smells, right now it's pure ademane with an enchantment; should taste a little metallic like blood with a hint of sweetness. Go ahead, have a drop - or the whole vial, if you so chose, it's a tame brew."

"Well, let's give this a go, then." He shrugged and poured the whole vial of potion down his throat, swallowing it all with one gulp. His face twisted against the flavor, only to slowly melt into a more complacent look. He slowly nodded as he delicately returned the vial to the rack from whence it came, licking the roof of his maw. "It tastes kind of weird, like blood and blueberries."

Ceylon nodded with a grin on her beak. "Yeah, that's what I expected. Tastes different to different people. If I drank it, I bet it'd just taste like blood or bile. Gross. I'm glad it's somewhat pleasant for you. I'll definitely have to investigate flavor combinations - would love to infuse essence of strawberry and chocolate - as long as the flavors don't have a negative influence on the potion's effects."

"So when's it supposed to start working?" He asked, bouncing from foot to foot.

A grin spread across Ceylon's beak as she looked up at her larger dragon friend. "That's the science, isn't it? I don't actually know how long it'll work for you. With Leera it took about a minute or so before it started to take effect, and the growth required about three to five minutes. We, uh, got a little excited about midway through the shift and I forgot to calculate." She leaned over the desk and inked a quill to write down on a scroll of parchment.

Lethias tried puffing out his chest as he flexed his muscles, trying to show off his bulk. He wanted the change to happen, but had no idea when that would happen. Rather than wait, he reached out to grab at Ceylon's rump, claws poking at her thigh and cheek. "You know, while we're waiting we could-"

"No, dear. Not right now, I have some science to attend to. Wait a bit, see what happens." She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back, staring up at Lethias with an intent glare. "So behave." Of course, she knew he friend wouldn't be able to contain his excitement; not only was he prone to aggressive acts of desire when indulging in one of his personal interests, but Ceylon knew from the potion she'd fed to Leera that it had a notable effect on libido.

There was no chance that Lethias would be able to restrain himself from being a little grabby.

Normally that would be rape, but she knew what she was getting into prior to feeding him the potion. Plus, she was totally down for some passion, especially if the potion had a specific effect between his legs.

To her surprise, when she turned away from him, he actually held back with his claw folded up on his chest like a scorned pup. "Well, okay, I guess. Sorry. You know, I can't expect that sort of attention unless I ask, right? Besides, it's not like you get a chance to lift your tail to me all that often, and it's always fun."

She raised both eyebrows and laid her ears back with a sultry gaze. "You're right, I just need the right incentive to get in the mood, is all. I'm sure you understand. Wait, no, you're a drake; you're always in season." As she watched, she could see that his form had been slowly expanding, bones elongating and muscles matching it. He was a full head taller than when he started, but it had happened so slowly, so gradually, that she wasn't sure he'd noticed. She gave him a suggestive wink, inciting him to reach out towards her again.

Though he hadn't noticed yet, Lethias was looking down towards Ceylon's diminutive form, claw reached out to poke at her shoulder. As he gave her a playful push, he slid his claw down to trail over her chest, poking at her breasts. Luckily for him, Ceylon had long since laid down the ground rules regarding touching and communication. If she wasn't comfortable with his actions, it was her job to say something. With most it wasn't as clear, but many years together allowed them just the right level of understanding. She didn't resist, so he cupped his hands around either of her breasts and wrapped his fingers around her side, tickling her. Despite the fact that his hands were literally wrapping around her form, he still hadn't picked up that he was growing. The blood was flowing, but not to his head.

"I have to ask, are ya feeling anything yet?" Ceylon inquired before looking down at his hands; both of his thumbs were up to massage her collar bone. "Other than me, I mean." She kept her eyes trained on his, occasionally glancing down to see the entirety of his body shifting and bulging every second. His legs were growing longer, then his muscles bulged out to stretch his scales and push out against his expanding plates, only to pause when the bones needed to catch up to the added size and strength.

He kept squeezing as he smiled. "Not yet, no." Despite his insistence that he wasn't feeling any changes, it was clear to Ceylon that he was almost twice the height he was when he started. His head was as tall as her tallest bookshelves. And the tips of his horns were nearly touching the curved ceiling of the lab. She had grown a bit to keep up with him, but not enough that she was still the same proportionate size. "But you feel pretty good."

She pushed his hands off her chest and pulled him down onto his knee. When there, he was still a head taller than her. "Lethias, dear, I am worried the potion has numbed your senses a bit, which is kind of counter-intuitive."

The dragon wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close to him, next to the thigh that was up while he was down on his other knee. His fingers curled around her rump and prodded in between her legs as her chest was pressed right up against his vertical slit; The beginnings of his tapered cock tip poked out in between her breast mounds. "I don't know about that, I can feel you, both of you, and I'm sure your beast is quite tasty." He leaned down to press his snout against her, only to have her pull away.

"No, Lethias, stand up for a second."

"Why? So you can stand on my shoulder like a good bird? I'll have you know I'm all out of crackers so there's really nothing in it for you."

"Just do it. This is science." She insisted, arms crossed over her chest and tail rigid behind her.

He narrowed his eyes and sighed, one hand cupping his crotch to massage himself as he stood up, his horn stabbing into the ceiling. He froze solid and raised both hands to push against the wood, yanking the tip of the horn out in one jerky motion. "I-I, you did it!" He exclaimed. "Not so bird brained after all!" He paused a moment before grinning down at her. "I don't suppose there's any fowl play going on here, is there?"

Ceylon glared at him with a low-pitched squawk.

"Oh, don't be catty. This is awesome! Am I going to grow much more?" He pressed his fingers to his shoulders, thighs, belly, chest, neck, and forearms while flexing; testing his own tensile strength and girth. In between, he was slipping his fingers over his chest, trailing the blue stripe to carry on past the six-pack abs, eventually parting his ventral lips, exposing more of his cock.

"Naw, you stopped about thirty seconds or so ago. Total mass, I'd say, two point five times base mass." She turned and wrote down some numbers on parchment with the quill, only to turn and see Lethias's cock in her face, his barrel-chest puffed out in a posturing angle. Even standing up straight, his hips were at her head height. Rather than act surprised or turn him off, she decided she'd gotten the data she needed and she'd help him out instead. If Leera's change in mood was as strong as it was, she could only imagine how Lethias must have felt under the same circumstances.

After finishing up her note, she turned to the side and slipped her hand into his slit to wrap her fingers around the base of his cock, massaging it and coaxing it from its depths. Within seconds, his arm-length member was exposed and drooling precum on her shoulder while she nuzzled into it. She wasn't really into having cock that close to her head, but she knew Lethias would enjoy it and she wasn't going to tease him without helping him out. She may have been curious to test him, but she wasn't cruel.

"Just like you to beg for seed." He laughed, bulging chest pushing out with every hearty guffaw. His fists were on his hips, which were in turn pushing out towards Ceylon.

"Would you stop with the silly animal puns? It's a real turn-off." She insisted, both hands sliding up and down his shaft to tug and massage gently.

He stepped one foot up onto the table next to the rack of potions. "Are you sure that's not just a cat-howl in the night? Do you want to establish pecking-"

"Stop. If you say another word I'll reverse the potion's effects and subdue you." She wrapped her fingers and thumbs around the end of his cock, barely touching tip to tip, offering the lightest of preen-style pecks to his shaft. "And I mean it. One more word and you'll have to find a way to please yourself without me."

Though Lethias was usually an intelligent person, when he was in a particularly randy mood, he was single minded and dedicated to one thing: mating. With that in mind, he still did know enough that, even when in his large form, he wouldn't dare force himself on Ceylon if she said no. Luckily for him, Ceylon quickly hopped up on the table and got down to all fours with her tail up, hips at the dragon's crotch level and swollen lips moist with excitement.

Science or not, she couldn't say no to a cock the girth of her leg and the length of her forearm. Innate magics that she'd developed over time ensured that her sex was particularly malleable, even when not casting the right healing spells; she was more than eager to try his grown libido. She slid her hand over her rump and parted her lips, exposing the ruby red insides to him - almost the same color as his scales - which was a great contrast to the ashen black of her vulva.

Lethias wasn't the kind to say no to that, so he wrapped his bulging fingers around his member, aiming it down at her rump end. He pressed the tip up against her lips and rubbed the tapered end of his member between her cheeks, smearing their combined vaginal and precum fluids in with each other, ensuring both were properly lubricated and moist. There was no hesitation or worry before grabbing her hips and leaning into her, forcing himself in deep until his thighs were pressed to hers.

"O-oh, oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about." Ceylon cooed as she laid her beak chin on her crossed forearms. Her rump was up high and her tail was curled up over her back to ensure that neither feathers nor fur got in the way or obstructed his girthy member's powerful thrusts into her. The tightness of her walls squeezed down on him in a rhythmic pulse, accented by her equine clit winking to massage the underside at his base against his slit. While he was fully buried in her depths, she started pushing back and grinding her hips to his while he leaned into her.

The dragon's massive hands stayed wrapped around Ceylon's hips, fingers curled up to poke his talons into her inner thighs and belly, thumbs both stabbing at the base of her tail while his thick shaft twitched and throbbed within her. He could actually feel his own rapid heartbeat against her walls as he stayed in place, twitching his pelvic muscles in time with her. After only a few moments of casual relaxation and testing of her walls, he slowly started to pull out as her cozy depths collapsed in the absence of his girth. When only his tip was resting just inside her, he slammed his hips to hers until he felt the pointy end of his manhood stab at her depths.

She grunted and whimpered a bit, causing him to hold back for a moment. "No, no, don't stop, I like that!" She crooned, twisting her neck to look back over her shoulder. "Please, be rough, I want your seed."

"I thought you said no puns." He growled at her in a playful tone.

"Don't overthink it. Just, come on, have your fun. You're pretty thick, I can really feel the throb of your-"

She was cut off mid-sentence as he lifted up one claw to clutch at the edge of the lab table, talons digging into the wood for grip as he roughly plowed into her. The gryphon's flesh stretched to accommodate him, quivering against his aggressive thrusts, her body shaking in delight and pushing back against every one of his motions. He could feel her vulva and clit winking against the underside of his shaft, massaging his length alongside every inch of his massive member. With his one leg up and hands wrapped around her thighs for balance, he kept at her to be as rough as he could, flesh rubbing against hers with just the right amount of friction to counter-balance the copious lube that she was secreting.

Luckily, she was as malleable as she was taut. Her flesh stretched and distended, but was still comfortable for him and he felt that, had he grown more, he could have still mounted her and filled her with his seed. That extra room gave him the inspiration needed to really lean into it, increasing pace and vigor to beat her depths with an aggression only a dragon could muster.

In addition to the taut flesh that squeezed him, her cute, truncated little whimpers and hoots was another indication of his skill that encouraged him farther. He flexed all the muscles in his upper body as he tensed his quads and calves, eyes rolling back as he slammed in as hard and deep as he could, length twitching as a blast of pleasure shot through his form, tingling in every bulging muscle and scale. Every part of him from head to toe felt a strain due to the pleasure that had welled up in his pelvic regions, only to release the tension at once. A powerful blast of cum exploded from his cock like a cannon, splashing against her depths with the force needed to explode out around the taut lips and paint his scales white.

The pressure from his ejaculation forced his member out with a popping sound, leaving it resting heavy on the table top between her knees, a stream of silken seed rolling out over the wood with the grain.

Out of nowhere, he felt a blackness enveloping his vision from around the edges as a dizziness overcame him. A moment later, he was falling, but he didn't see himself landing.

"Gruuu." Lethias groaned as he rolled over onto his side, the springs of the bed squeaking beneath his weight. He noticed that his feet were sticking off the end of the mattress, claws curled up and nearly touching the ground. His eyes fluttered open before he rubbed the sleep from them. The vision he was met with was Ceylon's spare bedroom, a simple square room with a huge bay window looking out over the valley. The roof was curved like a helmet or bullet and bled into the walls, with the window built into them and matching the same curve. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like morning. "What happened?"

"You passed out after the potion took its full effect. Once we finished, you passed out on top of me and I had to carry you here with Leera's help." It was Ceylon, leaning against the door frame.

The thought of Leera coiled up around him, snake scales squeezing him tight made him cringe inside; since he was polite he tried to not show that disdain. "Oh, well thank you. Was that a side effect of the potion or something else?" He swung his feet over the side of the bed, cradling his head in his palms.

Ceylon pushed off the door frame and walked towards him, a tall glass of orange juice in her hand. "I think so. Best I can figure, your muscle and bone mass increased quicker than your blood production could keep up. you know where the blood ended up, and once you finished, you just passed out. I think I need to make some changes, one way or another. Can't have people enjoying the effects of the potion only to pass out; that could be deadly in the wrong situation." She gave him the glass of potion and sat down next to him, his size dwarfing her.

"Thanks again." Lethias said with a nod, gently taking the glass of juice. He had to be careful because the cup itself was tiny compared to his massive hands. Within seconds, he was able to tell that he was still pretty big, but as he focused his mind on the night before, he came to the realization that he was neither his normal size nor the expanded size of his little adventure. "So, uh, what's next then? I suppose you want to try more science?" He took a long, deep gulp of the juice, pausing to glance at the flexed bicep next to his face. A thought crossed his mind that urged him to show off his bulk, but he was still pretty tired and not really in the mood to mess with silly jokes.

"Yeah, that's the plan. I figure you should relax a bit, get your energy back as you revert to your normal size. Once that happens, we can definitely try the next step up, with some modifications of course. You stopped shrinking hours ago so I'm not sure if you will revert to your natural size. Either way, I'm willing to go forward if you are." She got up and walked out of the room, prepared to lead him back to the lab if he so desired.

Naturally, the thought of jumping into another round with the potion certain excited him, but Lethias' reserve was ensuring he didn't jump to any rash decisions. Instead, he stayed in the room and stared out the window while Ceylon returned to the lab.

That day was quite eventful for all three in the mountain lodge. Lethias eventually left the room to hang out in Ceylon's potions lab, aiding in the enchantment one drop at a time while Leera spent some time in the kitchen making them some food. At first, Lethias was worried that Leera wouldn't be a particularly good cook - as a snake her tongue was used for smell and not taste, as well as the fact that her unconventional means of eating meant she really shouldn't have understood texture or flavor at all - but she made a delicious but simple salad, burger, and fries combo.

Apparently Ceylon had been teaching her and she used the keen senses in her tongue and heat pits to test meat's perfect flavor and level of cook.

Ceylon and Lethias both sat out on the porch that overlooked the pool, with Leera curled up on the gryphon's lap, plate of food carefully placed on two of her coils. Ceylon rubbed her chin and back while eating, and Lethias enjoyed a meaty, juicy burger. When that was done, and the sun was setting, Ceylon returned to the lab with Lethias in tow and a needle in her arm to extract more ademane for experimentation.

Lethias was still the same size as he was when he woke, a full two heads taller than he was before the entire ordeal, something he seemed to take great pride in. All day, he kept flexing and bulging his muscles, poking at his many bulges with sticks, claws, and even nibbling at them with his canine teeth. Mostly, he was trying to test his body to see if anything felt out of place. Though his excitement level was astronomical, his mind did retain a glimmer of lucidity that made him curious about the processes, magic, and how his body would hold up now that his mass was filling more space.

Midway through his personal time - as he was about to pleasure himself - Ceylon decided to give a proper lesson on brew number two. "Alright, so this brew is basically the same as the last one, but a little more potent, with a bit more attention paid to the different systems and flow of the transformation. In the end I imagine you'll be about fifty percent larger than last time, with more bulk, and augmented strength. I can't guarantee one way or another how far that'll go, since you're still pretty big, but that's my estimation." She held the vial up and clenched her hand around it with a teal glow emanating from her wrist right up to her fingertips. "And Voila! if my calculations and senses are right, should work perfectly."

"But how does it taste?" Lethias asked, rubbing his chin with one hand, cradling his elbow with the other. He was still flexing his muscles to show his girth, jovially acting posh.

She smiled and slumped a bit, one eyebrow raised. Without saying a word, she pushed past Lethias and slid into her kitchen, returning with a rather large jug of orange juice. She poured the contents of the vial into the jug, turning it a weird mauve-brown color. "Well, that looks gross but I'm sure it tastes fine. You better drink the whole jug or it'll dilute the effect."

Lethias grabbed the jug in both hands because his fingers were too big to fit in the handle. He glanced one way, then the other, then back to the door to see that Leera was watching him with her body held tight around the door frame. That made him feel a little odd, but again, didn't let his expression show that. He leaned back and swallowed both liters of the juice in one go, gulping it down quick and finishing it up with a quaint, reserved burp that he tried to hide with a fist. It tasted like orange juice, only the faintest tint of the potion from last time.

"Okay, so given the dilution of the potion itself, I would expect its effects might take longer to get into your deep tissue and blood, but for all I know the citric acid might trigger the magic within even faster. I guess we'll have to sit back and see. Experimentaaatioooonnn!" She waved her hands around acting fake-mysterious.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Lethias asked, holding back another burp.

Ceylon smiled and nodded, hopping up onto the table so that she could be at eye level to the larger dragon. No changes had happened yet, but she wanted to look into him while the transformation began. She wasn't sure if there would be any tells in his irises, but it was worth a look of curiosity. No harm, really. "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. You know how I work; you really shouldn't take me seriously. Except when you should. Come on, write down anything you are fee-" She was in the midst of offering him a scroll when he suddenly let loose an uncontrollable belch.

Immediately after the gas passed, Lethias covered his mouth with the inside of his elbow, eyes wide and ear frills laid flat to his skull in embarrassment. "I am so, so sorry." He said, though the words got muffled in his forearm scales. As he finished his apology, his nostrils flared up in a precursor to a powerful sneeze that launched him back into the book shelf. The books flew all over the place, covering him as he slumped down on his rump with tail curled up between his legs. All he could do was blink and extend his neck forward to ensure that no flames from his maw caught on the paper.

A split second later, Ceylon hopped down off the desk to land on the ground between his legs while the books were telekinetically moved off him, a teal glow emanating from her wrists to her fingertips to indicate she was using magics. "Okay, are you alright? I was about to ask you to write down what you were feeling, but I'm not really sure that's a good idea now. Just tell me, and I'll remember."

Lethias opened his mouth with a single finger raised, only to have his tongue inflate within his maw, the bulbous tip of it bursting out to loll out the end between his canines. "Bluh?" He groaned, surprised a bit. Before his eyes, the scales on his fingers stretched and started to sag for a moment, only to quickly be filled with expanding muscle. At first it looked bulbous and swollen, but after only a few seconds, the bone length matched the mass of flesh, resulting in a hand that was thrice it's proper size. As a joke, he grinned and slid his hands up between her legs, his biggest, longest finger pressing against her slick vulva, the claw parting her lips and poking at her flesh. He was, however, conscientious of that despite his potion-altered mind, so he pulled back out.

Ceylon tossed the parchment to the side and brought one of her feet up to Lethias' massive thigh, exposing a cherry pink slit of her inner flesh. "And what do you think you're doing, don't tease and then back out." She chastised, grabbing his hand and forcing his digit back inside her depths. His single finger was bigger than even a stallion's cock, and when it went deep enough the tip formed a noticeable bulge in her lower belly.

Though he was still buried in the books that had fallen around him - the same ones that he desperately did not want to damage - Lethias felt his loins stir as the tip of his cock poked out from his meaty slit, the end of his tail flicking out between them. He gave a proper curl of his finger to press against her g-spot, which coaxed a peculiar, erratic twitching of her pelvic muscle followed by a warmth on his palm.

She chirped a bit at the same time she shuddered, forcefully yanking his finger from her depths so she could lick up the juices. Her steely blue eyes glared at his while her tongue dragged over his scales, then wrapped her beak around his digits to give a gentle suck that cleaned him of her messy juices. The sight made a thick, gooey bead of precum trickle down the underside of his emerging shaft, moistening the scales between his legs and on his tail.

While he was paying attention to her, he could feel another swell rocking it's way up his arm, expanding his muscle and scale in a wave from wrist to elbow, then from elbow to shoulder. The weight of his arm was enough to make him fall to the side, using his massive elbow to prop himself up, cheek resting on his shoulder muscle. Again, he tried to speak, but the words got caught against his tongue. Just then, Ceylon was stepping back to observe a bit as another wave built up starting at the tip of the tail; all at once, the scales and skin started growing and widening, the surface area expanding like a balloon wrapped around a stick. His eyes were wide with shock, until he realized that this meant his tail was next. He sucked in his tongue and grinned, watching as the scales on his rear appendage started to swell and inflate to the point where all his skin was taught and barely holding strong.

"Well isn't this interesting." Ceylon mused as she leaned back in, stepping over the books to stand next to his upper arm - which was nearly as long as she was tall. "I see some peculiar mass distribution." She commented as she hopped up onto his chest, hands reaching over his shoulder to grab at the wings that were slowly shrinking and being sucked back up into his spine.

The second he noticed this, he bolted to his feet, smacking his head against the roof as his horns carved out twin grooves in the ceiling. A shower of dust and dirt covered him, and his one massive arm and leg kept him from being properly balanced or able to shield himself from the debris. He reached back over his shoulder to find out what was happening to his spine. "Wthah Asthshpen tho ny Thingz?" (clearly he was asking what happened to his wings, in bulked up tongue-tied gibberish)

Ceylon darted between his leg and the massive arm that was dragging along the ground, looking up at him. "Simple, the potion seems to be doing its work in an disproportionate order, leaving you needing more mass than the potion has created for you. Don't worry, it'll-"

"WHUTH?! NY THINGZ!" He cried out, temporarily forgetting about the rest of himself that was throbbing and growing with every beat of his heart. He could feel the crink in his neck getting tighter every few seconds alongside every breath as his head was pressed firmer and firmer against the ceiling.

"Don't you worry, I can help you get them back, but for now, I think, uh, you had best leave. Come on, you can't stay in here." She grabbed his smaller hand by the fingers, which were the only part she could actually wrap anything around, and gave a huge tug with all her might, digging her heels in to guide him out of the room. Her eyes were darting around, surveying her surroundings as well as she could, clearly a little worried. She didn't want her friend's growth to destroy her home any more than it already had.

But she hadn't caught him early enough; as she yanked, another wave of muscle growth trailed across his shoulders, through his bicep, past his elbow, and burst into his forearm as his hand tripled in size. Now, both his arms and tail were three, four, six, eight times the size they should be, and it was proving quite the challenge for Lethias to move on his own accord since his legs and torso were still normal sized, if bulging with muscle mass pressing out against his taut belly scales, giving him the look of perfect definition.

He tried to bring his one hand up to feel his own belly, but then fell over as his top-heavy body swelled even more, pectorals inflating like breasts before the scales stretched and accommodated them. The extra weight made him fall forward to his elbows, which still meant he was mostly standing up thanks to how much bigger his arms were than the rest of him.

A powerful tug came to his wrist, brought forth by powerful magics in the form of a tight teal mist that wrapped around his arm. When he glanced over, he could see Ceylon was standing at the tall arch way that connected her living room to her deck; she was standing on one of the beams with her eyes billowing the same teal mist, one hand outstretched. She looked intense, even angry as she made a few subtle motions with her hands and fingers, each movement pulling Lethias a bit closer to her. His wide chest was too much to fit through the door, as his pecs were so inflated that, even when on his side, his chest scales were pressed tight to the door frame and his back muscles were squeezed against the opposite frame. At this time he was happy his wings had all but disappeared into him, sans two little nubs.

Lethias glanced back into the room to see a storm of books swirling in patterns, each one with the glowing teal smothering it. Each one darted around the room before shooting itself into place on the shelf, leaving the room as neat and tidy as before his little sneezing outburst. While he glanced back over his body, he could see a slow, deliberate wave of bulk making its way down his belly and into his hips, bringing his lower body to size with the rest of him.

"Come on, suck in your gut and make yourself thin, Lethias, or this is going to hurt."

He closed his eyes and tried his best to exhale, making his chest as small as it could go. He looked up his forward arm - the one being tugged by Ceylon's telekinetic magic - and cried out as he felt the wood squeezing his pecs and shoulder blades. "I...I don't think I can!" To his surprise, his tongue was no longer too big in his maw, making him come to the realization that his skull must have grown without him knowing.

"Then I'm sorry." She wrapped her claws around the wood and pulled at the rope of teal mist with all her might, eyes emanating a powerful glow as she did so. A powerful, tense strength yanked on Lethias's entire arm with a strength that made him worry that, even with his muscles bulging and bones strengthening, he might dislocate something. This fear was accentuated by the sound of cracking and the patter of falling debris around him. As he glanced around, he saw a Lethias-shaped crack forming in Ceylon's wall, which quickly burst forward as Ceylon's magic tugged him out - his cock catching on the door frame and ripping it out with him - through the massive bay window archway with enough force to fling him out over the bannister, the deck, the pool, and the first hill that led to the foothills of the mountain.

As Lethias was flung through the air, tumbling and twisting, he curled up into a ball to caress his own bulging muscles, adrenaline fueling his every motion. Though that hang time lasted less than a second, it seemed to last for minutes in his mind; Lethias's massive form quickly crashed through the underbrush, snapping twigs, breaking branches, and twisting trunks against his body as it tumbled and tossed its way down the gently inclined mountain foothills.

The dragon knew that this should be hurting him, a lot, but it felt like little more than gentle taps against his massive frame. It was like he was in a padded suit of armor, he could feel the impacts, but he was able to easily laugh them off, each successive tree feeling smaller and more puny against him.

When he finally landed, he cracked his skull against the side of a cliff, horns stabbing through the rock to have pebbles trickle down over his face. He wiped them away and blinked away the disorientation to see that the reason the trees seemed like nothing is that he was much, much larger than they were now. In the few minutes of tumbling down the mountain, he'd grown exponentially! His hands patted down around his side, entire trees poking up between his fingers and nestling around him. When he looked up, he saw Ceylon walking her way down the mountain after him, trees up to her knees. She must have drank some potion, too. Either that or she was using her magic.

When she got close, he snarled and grinned, baring his teeth as he grabbed her and slammed her down onto her back, forcing her to the ground under his mass. She grew to nearly match his size, laughing as she grabbed a hold of a rocky arch next to her.

"Well, go ahead, have your way."