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Amber had made a mistake.

Actually, Amber had made a few mistakes, but they weren't her fault, really. As directed by her mentor Konrad, the intern had been happily restocking the components kept in storage, daydreaming of her future in the lab, what new and miraculous mixtures she would create and what potions she would pioneer, when she had noticed that she was placing a bottle of dried moth wings in a section of storage that was supposed to be for liquids only. She had paused and thought it a simple mistake before also noticing that the liquid section was in fact well stocked with a variety of components, most of them not in fact liquids at all. With a rising sense of dread, Amber had turned towards the cart she had used for restocking before her eye caught sight of the other sections, where she saw that they too were improperly stocked, the labels not matching what each container held at all. It was then that Amber had realized she had made not one mistake, but many, and Konrad was going to be furious.

Was going to be, that is, if he had the time to find out, and he wasn't around at the moment. Amber took the bottle of dried moth wings and hurried over to the section it was meant to be. She could fix this. Sure, she had only been interning here a few months and sometimes forgot the difference between the effects of a plucked basilisk scale versus a shed scale, but that was something small, and this was a big, big, mess, one that she was certain she could sort out. It was just mix and match, right? She looked down at her currently held component and realized with a start that there was no label on it, no label on any of them. This, she realized, had also been a test whether Konrad knew it or not, a test of if she really knew what was what.

"Oh no," she murmured, staring down at the container of dried moth wings. Were they really dried moth wings? What if they were wyrm flies or glow bugs or--

"Amber?"

Amber looked up and froze. The voice that had called her belonged to none other than Konrad. She blinked. She thought she would have more time. If he--

"Amber, could you come over here?"

"Could I..." Amber began and gulped. "Could I have a minute? Maybe a few?"

"No." Konrad called back. "I need you now, Amber."

"Ok!" Amber said, closing the storage closet behind her as she hurried toward Konrad's lab just a few doors down. Instead of stepping into the room, she peeked in. Konrad stood stiff and formal as always, hands clasped behind his lab coat as he peered down at a large, liquid filled circular metal container that bubbled and hissed. Though not much older than her, he had more experience and tended to act older, though Amber wondered if that was because of their proximity in age mixed with their teacher-student roles. It worked well enough for them both, even if Amber didn't think he appreciated her fully, though that was mostly because he never laughed at her humor or antics. Still, she tried, but now was not the time. He wouldn't find her mixup so funny. As if sensing her presence, Konrad looked up at her.

"Ah, there you are.," he said. "Come in. Are the shelves stocked?"

"Um, yes," Amber replied, since it was technically true. "So what's the rush? Oh!" She nodded towards the container. "Is it the cauldron? Are we mixing something?"

"It's not a cauldron," Konrad said with a frown. "It's a particularly crafted vessel designed to hold a variety of mixtures most find miraculous so that we may do--"

"Witchcraft!" Amber supplied.

"No, not..." Konrad sighed and brought his palm to his face. "Not witchcraft. We've been over this, Amber. It's science or..." He grimaced. "Alchemy if you are so inclined. But!" He raised a hand. "It's science we are undertaking today, an experiment to be exact."

"Oh!" Amber said. "An experiment. That's--"

"Different, I know. You must understand it's not an opportunity I present lightly, and I only do it because you seem to understand the fundamentals. Well, a basic grasp at least." He smiled slightly. "You are not the most, ah, coordinated pupil I have ever had, but you have a good mind, and I think you deserve something different, though I must admit this experiment is not wholly selfless. I have been thinking of this mixture for months, and I think I have it."

Konrad nodded with confidence while Amber was still trying to understand that her mentor had just complimented her, even if it was in a roundabout sort of way. It wasn't that Konrad was unkind; in fact, he was quite polite, but a compliment from him to her was as rare as an intact phoenix feather.

"Er, have what?" Amber asked. "What's it do?"

"That will be a surprise," Konrad replied. "A pleasant one if everything goes well, and I'm sure it will...with your assistance, of course. You see, this will be a volatile mixture, and I will have to devote my attention to the..." he motioned to the bubbling container.

"The cauldron," Amber chirped.

"The concoction," Konrad said, glaring at her. "I will maintain it while you fetch ingredients as needed. You will need to be quick on your feet and with your mind. Can you do this, Amber?"

"Of course!" Amber said with a nod. "I'm ready."

"Good," he said, turning his gaze back to the cauldron. "Let's begin, shall we? Fetch me a tincture of mireweed extract and a four eyes of newt. Off you go!"

Amber ran towards the storage closet and opened it. She groaned as she remembered her mistake.

"Come on, Amber," she said to herself as she looked over the mismatched components. "You can do this..."

She snatched at what she thought was mireweed and grabbed what she definitely knew were eyes of newts. Or did he mean newt eyes? What was the difference? She wasn't sure, but brought them back to him, and he took them them, throwing the eyes first into the concoction before pouring in the mireweed, causing the mixture to bubble and blacken. He stirred and nodded.

"Mmm, good so far," he said. "Now gypsy root and two scales from a wyvern's tail."

Amber rushed back, no longer feeling as worried. She searched through the components, identifying the gypsy root easily enough, but wasn't able to eyeball the difference between tail scales or otherwise. She took what she could find and handed them to Konrad. He dropped them in simultaneously, focusing more on stirring the cauldron with a wooden rod.

"Are there bristles on the end of that?" Amber asked. "Do you use that to fly?"

"No," Konrad sighed, then frowned as the concoction became thicker and tougher to stir. "Hmm, unexpected. Perhaps some bottled lightning and lion mane?"

"Be right back!" Amber said.

As she was searching through the closet, she heard Konrad exclaim and shout a muffled obscenity.

"Amber!" he shouted. "I need some eagle's finger too!"

Amber blinked. Eagle's finger? That was a plant, right? She vaguely recalled something like that and grabbed the closest approximation.

"Here you go," she said, holding the bottled lightning out to Konrad, who was shaking his head and swearing under his breath as he hastily stirred the concoction

"Throw it in!" he said, without looking up.

"Even the bottle?" she asked.

"Yes!" Konrad said. "All of it, Amber!"

Amber threw all that she carried in, and Konrad seemed to calm down even as the mixture started to bubble more and swirl around seemingly of its own accord. He nodded excitedly.

"Yes, yes!" he said. "Now, just moth wing and some serpent scale, and it should be complete. Close the door when you come back. Go, go!"

Amber sprinted back to the supply closet while wondering how nothing had gone wrong yet. Perhaps, she wondered, it was because everything had gone right? She smiled as she confidently grabbed the containers of serpent scale and moth wing. Her first experiment and it was proving to be a successful one!

She returned to Konrad with the last components in hand. She held them out to him but he shook his head.

"In they go," he said.

"Of course," she said. She unscrewed the lids and dumped the wings and scales in, watching with the visibly excited Konrad as the ingredients sizzled and sank under the surface of a purple-orange mixture that was occasionally wracked with small traces of apparently liquid lightning. It gave off an aroma that was surprisingly pleasant, reminding Amber of a freshly baked apple pie. She looked forward to getting Konrad to explain how that was science and not magic that so many strange and different ingredients created such a sight and smell.

"Wonderful!" Konrad exclaimed. He handed the rod to Amber. "Keep on stirring." He reached into his coat and brought out a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid. "And now...we may see the results!"

He tipped the vial and only a small droplet of the stuff came out, and it fell in the air even slower than molasses out of a bottle. Amber stopped stirring as she stared at the near hypnotic rainbow drop that fell closer and closer to the mixture. Konrad leaned forward in anticipation, his gloved hands on the edge of the cauldron. The droplet came into contact with the mixture, melding into it.

"Keep on stirring," Konrad hissed with annoyance. "We have at least half an hour before this is--"

Whatever Konrad meant to say was cut off as the cauldron suddenly and violently exploded. Amber cried out, but could barely hear her own scream as she fell to the side. She sat up and watched as a thick, multi colored fog rose from the cracked cauldron, filling the room with an eerie, transparent rainbowlike haze. It stung at Amber's eyes and clung to her nose and mouth. She tried to ward it away with her hands, but that did little to stop her from choking and coughing on something that tasted and smelled like fresh apple pie. She heard Konrad close to her coughing too, but she closed her eyes for now as irritated tears streamed from them. She, Amber realized, had made a mistake, a few mistakes, but they weren't her fault, really. Konrad should have kept a closer eye on what she was giving him. Or maybe she hadn't made a mistake at all, and it was his experiment that was flawed? She knew which she preferred.

Thankfully, she could soon enough breathe and see again as the fog thinned in a haze that only seemed to exist on the edge of her vision, though the smell and taste of apple pie remained and she felt a little full, oddly enough. Still, she sighed in relief and pressed her hands to the ground to help her stand when she felt a prickling across her skin. She frowned and looked down, gasping at what she saw--orange spots on the back of her hand that certainly hadn't been there before.

"Konrad!" she called out, looking up to find her mentor's back to her as he stumbled to his feet. He turned around and she blinked when saw his face. It wasn't the fact that he looked annoyed that surprised her, but the navy blue spots spread over his face, small scales she didn't think she would have made out if not for the ones on her hands.

"Failure," Konrad growled. "It was all a failure. What a waste! I'm sorry, Amber, but--" He paused and squinted his eyes at her hands. "Amber, your hands!"

"Your face!" she said, pointing at him, hands shaking and itching as the scales spread over it. He frowned and paused, reaching up to feel his face. When his fingers came across the rough scales, he froze and his eyes widened.

"I..." he said. "I..."

Amber held her hands in front of her face and watched as the scales spread, hair and skin subsumed by a shinier, orange hide. When she saw her nails started to harden and extend into longer, sharper claws, she couldn't help but smile, especially as she rubbed her fingers over her shifting skin to feel the smooth scales.

"This is so cool!" she exclaimed and looked up to Konrad. "Look, I've got claws!"

Konrad wasn't so enthused. He ran a hand through his hair as it started to fall in clumps from his head while the blue scales only continued to spread across his face, his nose and ears shrinking away. He frowned at this and shook his head.

"This isn't 'cool,'" he said. "This is unexpected. And..." he huffed. "Annoying."

"Huh," Amber said, pulling down her sleeves to watch with delight as the orange scales spread down her wrists, darker, horizontal orange stripes forming intermittently down her altering arms. "You mean your concoction wasn't meant to make us grow scales?"

"No!" Konrad spat from a mouth that was starting to gently press out into a proto-muzzle. He rubbed with hands that were shedding skin in favor of scales at the small, indiscinerable holes where his ears had once been and felt only scales instead. He was nearly bald.

"Or..." Amber shuddered as something pressed from the top of her head. She reached up and felt bony growths spiral up and out while her cheeks itched from the spread of scales. She giggled and held onto the growths as they pushed out and out before beginning to curl back. "Horns?"

"Horns?" Konrad said, the word emerging oddly from his forming snout. He frowned and scratched at his neck, wincing and pulling his fingers away as his claw like nails scratched against skin that was soon to be scaled, but not quite yet. Amber noticed his fingers seemed thinner and daintier somehow, much more like hers were, but she was more focused on her mentor's sudden grunt of pain that sounded more hissy and high pitched. His increasingly scaled hands were now at his head, where he held onto two jutting protrusions that pushed straight back against his hands while evenly spaced light blue scaled triangular spires pressed out on the back of his head, the first forming just between and under his thickening horns . Konrad growled and gritted his sharpening teeth in this sloping snout, but even that growl lost its edge, smooth scales dwindling his Adam's apple away.

"Yeah, horns," Amber said, excitedly running her hands what were indeed her horns, smooth, bony protrusions that spiraled down near the middle. "They--"

Amber coughed, tasting that phantom apple pie again as her tongue flicked out before flicking back in. She blinked and ran her tongue around her mouth, savoring that taste just as much as she savored the sensation of her tongue thinning and stretching, forking at the end with a tingle that sent her shivering. Her ears wiggled, and she felt them meld into her head, but the oddest sensation of all was her jaw stretching and surging forward while her nose simply merged into it. She watched her snout press forward in her vision, the familiar silhouette of her nose replaced with a reptilian muzzle, her nostrils flaring as she took in more of that apple scent. Her glasses nearly slid off, but she propped them up with her claws and they stayed there, fitting nicely enough. Her tongue flicked out, and she tasted with it as well, smiling while most of her teeth shrank smaller and sharper yet two at the top of her jaw stretched longer and sharper into proper fangs.

"Whoa," she said, her voice mostly the same though now it bore a reptilian rasp, a difference only increased as the scales ran down her neck. "I've got fangs, Konrad. Fangs!"

She opened her mouth and flashed them at Konrad, but her mentor was not amused or really even paying attention to her. He was actually trying to push back his still stretching snout, and it was a fight he was losing, his hunched shoulders shrinking slighter. With a hiss, he gave up, putting his hands on his hips and staring balefully cross eyed at his more draconic snout, at least until his eyes began to water. Amber's eyes started to water too, and she closed them tightly, hissing in slight discomfort as her lids burned. When she opened them again, she couldn't tell a difference in herself, but it was easy enough to see Konrad's once blue eyes were yellow and slitted like a reptile's. Curious, she got to her feet and walked over to her mentor, neck swaying as it stretched slightly longer and thinner.

"You didn't look!" she said, poking Konrad in the chest. Oddly enough, Konrad's chest felt slightly squishy, and her mentor backed away.

"Amber!" he said, his tone higher and lighter. He blinked, obviously surprised, but frowned at her anyways. "Don't touch me like that!"

"Like what?" Amber asked. "It's not like.."

She stared at Konrad's chest and almost laughed, shivering instead as she felt the itch of the scales spread down . There was something pressing against Konrad's coat, and she could guess what that something was. After all, she had a something of her own. Could it be...?

"Konrad," she said. "Do you have breasts?"

Konrad appeared baffled by the question, then annoyed. He snarled and shook his head, folding his arms across his chest before wincing them and placing them back on his hips.

"I certainly do not," he said in that feminine tone. "I'm a man and--"

"I don't know about that," Amber said, staring at Konrad's chest as his coat protruded more outward, not a whole lot, but noticeably so. "You sure sound like a lady."

Konrad snorted and turned his head and somehow looked even more stern as a dragon-headed man that as he was before.

"This isn't a joke, Amber," Konrad hissed with a snort. "That concoction wasn't meant to change anything about us."

"Oh." Amber looked guiltily away, scratching the back of her head, glad to have retained her long, smooth hair. "Just what was it meant to do?"

"It..." Konrad murmured. He frowned and winced, looking down at his clawed hands on his hips. "This is...uncomfortable."

"What is?" Amber asked. "Your boobs?"

"They're not--" Konrad began. He shuddered and his eyes widened. "Do you feel that?"

"Feel what?" Amber followed his gaze, but dropped it down further still, to his crotch where there was a visible bulge. She pointed at it with his clawed hand. "That? Uh, I don't think so, Konrad. I don't have a penis."

Konrad groaned, and at that moment Amber felt it too. There was a pressure in her hips and a stretching in her spine. She groaned too, tongue flicking out of her serpentine snout. Konrad let out a gasp as his hips widened with an audible crack, and that bulge in his pants began to dwindle.

"What's--" Amber started, blinking as she felt something pressing out right above her hips, two somethings that pawed and scrabbled at her shirt. She saw some sort of protrusions above Konrad's hips too, but now she was focused on herself. She lifted up her shirt and saw her stomach was smoothly scaled with bands of tan scales, but more pressing were the two taloned appendages stretching out just above her hips. She stumbled back, not only out of surprise, but also due to a tugging on her spine, a pressure that was only granted slight relief as a small nub wormed its way out above her rear. She looked over her shoulders and couldn't quite see it, but could feel it wiggle around longer and larger nonetheless while the talons on her hips stretched and grasped for the ground.

Ground? Amber wondered where that thought had come from, but as she looked back to the talons, she noticed that they didn't look like her hands. Similar enough, yes, but bigger and for a different purpose, not to meant to manipulate, but to stabilize. They were, she realized, the beginning of legs, and the talons were her third and fourth feet.

At the thought of feet, her shoes suddenly felt tight, her feet pressing against confines that could no longer contain them. She stumbled further back from Konrad as her mentor looked down in confusion at his own growing pair of legs that had torn their way through his coat. He looked more upset at this than anything, his snout soon screwing up into a snarl. Still looking at him, Amber bent down to untie her shoes, shivering as her tail pressed out and her new legs grew a bit longer. Through the pressure and the pain, she managed to get her shoes and socks off to reveal her altering feet, four toes thicker and with talons pressing and stretching out of their tips while her smallest toe was sliding higher up her foot as her heels slowly lifted so that she depended on standing on her toes. She hissed as she felt the scales spread up her legs while soft tufts of dark fur sprouted just above her heels, bones cracking and realigning as those limbs grew stronger yet slighter. She heard a rip, a tear, and a murmured curse and looked up to see Konrad fuming at the ruins of his shoes and socks, his thick, taloned toes clicking against the ground in his annoyance.

"This is--" Konrad began before letting out an uncharacteristically high pitched shriek as his growing pair of legs tugged forward while Amber's did likewise. They both might have fallen on their faces had their new legs not caught them, though they were still weak and not fully formed. Amber held herself up with the help of her arms, not even attempting to try to stand up again as that pressure in her hips and spine only increased. She hissed, tongue flicking in and out every second or so as she felt her spine stretch and stretch, and it wasn't only just because of her tail pressing incessantly out above her rear, a rear that was pressing together to firm hindquarters. It felt like her back was stretching impossibly long, but she wasn't in a good enough position to look back even as she felt her jeans along with her panties slip down and pool around what seemed to be her rear legs. So instead she looked forward and watched Konrad, who seemed to be much less pleased about this than her. In fact, he almost seemed afraid as his new forelegs grew stouter and stronger, grasping at the ground with greater strength as behind him his back and spine stretched and grew into what could only be called a second torso, one larger, longer and less humanoid than the first though similarly scaled with a navy blue hide with intermittent grey stripes and darker blue diamonds, another torso that Amber realized she must be developing too. Konrad's pants and underwear too had fallen around his forelegs, rendering what was now his hindquarters naked. Amber staring at his stretching tail too, marveling at its ridges and thickness compared to her thinner, more snake like tail before curiosity demanded she investigate just what the shrinking in his crotch earlier had meant. She looked between his hind legs and saw that Konrad's manhood was slipping away, shrinking into a slit that didn't look at all masculine. She quickly glanced back to her own hindquarters to confirm, and indeed she had retained her womanhood, a set of softly scaled netherlips nestled between her legs. She turned her gaze back to Konrad and watched as the changing man shuddered, his diminished testicles sliding up into his slit, scaled lips pulsing momentarily as if swallowing up his masculinity entirely before what remained of his shaft shrank and shrank until it was only a nubby purple clit set at the top of Konrad's new feminine nethers. Upon this transition, Konrad's altered sex pulsed, and the former man let out a hissing, albeit womanly moan, shaking while her tail thrashed into completion behind her. Konrad appeared embarrassed, the scales on her face flushing darker than Amber could guess they could go, though her mentor seemed more concerned with staying precariously upright rather than investigating the change.

Feeling strong enough now, Amber pushed up with her forelegs and stumbled from side to side on her quadrupedal stance as her serpentine tail continued to stretch and grow. It was a dizzying unusual experience, and yet it left her giddy and curious. She looked over herself and was smiled at the sight of her newfound form, with its orange scaled hide spotted with stripes, its lighter tan underbelly scales, its four durable legs that held up her thick, powerful torso and the talons upon her feets that clicked against the floor, and her tufts of fur that swayed on those feet. She lifted her shirt up and tossed it and her bra away to look over her humanoid torso. It was only slightly larger and longer, though still femininely proportioned, her scaled breasts the same size they had always been. She reached up and traced over her serpentine snout, giggling as her tongue flicked out, before she felt her horns and hair. She felt so much more now, her tail, her extra limbs, and how her other torso churned, causing her to realize she had probably developed another stomach as well along with who knew what else, extra lungs probably among them. Finally she found her footing as her tail stopped its growth, and with some effort she whipped it around to hold in her hands. She squealed as she held it, hugging its tufted, furry end and shivering as she ran her claws over its sensitively scaled underside. She let it go and spent a few moments merely enjoying moving it around behind her, at least until she heard Konrad moan again.

She looked up to her mentor and found her much improved. She stood unsteadily on her four feet, powerful draconic haunches and her thick, ridged tail keeping him upright. Amber couldn't help but admire Konrad's form as well. She was similarly structured, but draconic where Amber was serpentine and thus a little thicker and heftier because of it. Her hide too was beautiful with its navy blue coloration wreathed with greyish stripes on the top, while her underbelly scales were a lighter shade. At present, Konrad held her head, still seemingly hung up on the fact that she lacked hair and now had horns, though Amber saw two protrusions on her covered chest that were far more pressing. In fact, they seemed to be swelling still.

Curious and ready to tease, Amber pranced over to Konrad and found the movement easier than she had expected, if a little noisier too. Konrad hardly noticed her, running her claws over her horns instead and looking up and grimacing. Amber reached forward to tug at Konrad's coat, but paused. She looked down at her claws and grinned wickedly, before slashing them down the fabric instead. They ripped clean through the material and Konrad glanced down to see her coat and shirt split down the middle.

"Hey!" she exclaimed in a tone higher in pitch than even before. She looked about ready to chastise Amber, but then her breasts bounced free of their confines, the already large mounds swelling slightly larger. The dragontaur stared, stunned at her breasts, her chest heaving as she took in a sudden breath. They were large, bigger than Amber's and the intern saw an opportunity in that, at least to distract the former man from her other worries.

"My, my, Konrad!" Amber exclaimed. "You make quite the lady!"

"Lady?" Konrad snorted, stiffening and frowning as her breasts bobbed from the movement. "I am not a lady!"

"No?" Amber said, reaching forward cupping Konrad's breasts in her slender, clawed hands. "Are you sure? You've got quite the handful!"

"Get your hands off my..." Konrad sighed. "Off my--"

"Off your what?" Amber asked. "Off your boobies?"

"They're not boobies!" Konrad growled. "They're..."

"What are they?" Amber said, giggling as she tweaked Konrad's stiff pink nipples. "Look like boobies to me!"

Konrad shivered, but managed to push Amber's hands away. She removed the remains of her tattered clothes before she placed her hands on her wider hips and stared at Amber.

"They're breasts!" she said. "And I'm not meant to have them!" She blinked as she looked over Amber. "Amber, you're naked."

"No, I have my glasses!" Amber said, flicking out her tongue and pressing up her spectacles. "And anyways, so are you! Your bits are showing!"

"Bits?" Konrad said. "I do not have 'bits.' I have..." She looked back and her eyes widened. The dragon was so mortified, her tails seemingly moved of its own accord to cover her feminine slit.

"What do you have, Konrad?" Amber asked, claws cheekily clicking against the ground as she sauntered over to Konrad's hindquarters. "Are you telling me your dick is hiding in that slit? Let's find out!"

She pulled Konrad's tail away to reveal her altered sex and would have touched it too had Konrad not quickly pulled away, stumbling a bit in the process, still uncertain in her new stance.

"No," Konrad said firmly, though she snarled in annoyance at her bouncing chest.

"Why not?" Amber asked. "Are you scared or something? Not to spoil you or anything, but I saw it shrink away into your cute little clit. You're totally a girl now, Konrad."

"I am not!" Konrad protested in a very ladylike tone, reminding Amber of her childhood governess.

"Sure," Amber said, rolling her eyes. "You're totally not."

"It doesn't matter whether I am or not," Konrad huffed. "All that matters is that we need to figure out why we're like this and--"

"Nah," Amber said.

"No?" Konrad tilted her head.

"Yeah, no, " Amber said, walking in circles around her mentor. "Why can't we just have fun?"

"What?" Konrad shook her head. "No, no, I need to understand why--"

"You're a lady?" Amber asked. "I don't know why, but you make a cute dragon girl and that's enough reason for me."

"Amber, this is serious."

"Oh yeah?" Amber stopped in front of Konrad. "Like this?"

Before Konrad could respond, Amber simply plopped down, landing on her lower torso before she rolled around and onto her back, flailing all of her limbs, claws and talons grasping at the air while Amber's errant and fluffy tail brushed against Konrad's face. Konrad recoiled and stumbled back, looking at Amber as the serpentine dragontaur continued to roll from side to side, smiling and laughing all the while. Still staring, Konrad brought up a clawed hand when Amber tried to get up, but only managed to flail even more. The dragontaur smacked her open palm over her eyes as she sighed heavily.

"Amber..." Konrad murmured.

"What?" Amber said, stopping midflail to look up at Konrad. "I'm having fun!"

"We're--eep!" Konrad yelped as Amber reached up and grasped Konrad's breasts, using them as firm, sensitive handholds to pull herself up. Konrad couldn't help let out a moan, especially as Amber purposefully tweaked her nipples.

"We're what?" Amber asked. "We're scaly, sexy taurs, Konrad! You should be having fun too!"

"I--" Konrad shivered as Amber's clawed hands left her sensitive chest. "That..." she blinked. "That felt good."

"Oh yeah?" Amber giggled. "And what else feels good?" She sidled up to Konrad so that they were facing opposite directions as she rubbed down Konrad's ridged back. "What about this?"

"Y-yeah..." Konrad stuttered, eyes half-lidded. "It does, and..." Her tail twitched and her eyes opened wide. "That was...that was my tail!"

"Sure was!" Amber said with an excited nod. She smiled salaciously and guided her tail towards Konrad's hindquarters. With the utmost concentration, she was able to brush her tufted tip against Konrad's nether lips, causing the dragontaur to shudder and moan.

"A-ah!" she exclaimed.

"And that was my tail," Amber said, brushing against Konrad's now slick slit.

"O-oh," Konrad said. "Ok, maybe you're r-right. Ahem. I just don't understand why--"

"Maybe it's not important," Amber said, turning around to stand side by side by the other taur. "An experiment gone wrong, right?"

"Y-yes," Konrad said. She looked down at her chest and cupped her breasts, shivering as she squeezed and caressed the sensitive flesh. "I just don't understand--"

"Why it feels so good?" Amber asked, nuzzling her shoulder. "Maybe because it's all so new?"

"No, it's not that," Konrad said, shaking her head. "I mean, I..." She gasped as Amber leaned forward and flicked her tongue at one of her nipples. "The components, they shouldn't have had this effect because--"

"I wouldn't worry about it," Amber said. "Just try to have fun for once, alright? There's always another cauldron to concoct stuff in."

"It's not a cauldron," Konrad insisted. "It's a--"

"Specially crafted container," Amber snorted, rolling her eyes. "Whatever, girl."

"I'm not a girl!" Konrad huffed, folding her arms under her breasts. "Need I remind you that I am a--"

"Lady?" Amber shook her head. "No, Konrad, I can see your boobies as clear as day."

Konrad looked like she might retort, but then she simply smiled. She stuck her tongue out at Amber and looked smugly at Amber's chest.

"I think," Konrad began. "You're only teasing me because I've got the bigger breasts."

"As if!" Amber said with a laugh. "Size isn't everything."

"Oh yeah?" Konrad said, propping her chest up and flicking out her tongue. She waved her tail and smacked it against Amber's rump. "Thicker tail too!"

"But it's not so nice and fluffy," Amber countered, whipping her tail around to snuggle the fluff in her face. "That's what really matters."

"Is it?" Konrad asked. "Are you an expert all of a sudden? Remember, I'm the mentor here. You're learning from me."

"Really?" Amber giggled. "You're saying you know more about being a lady taur than me? Then tell me, oh wise girl, what's--"

Amber paused as she heard something gurgle. She frowned and her tongue flicked out, tasting the air to find that apple pie scent again. She looked over to Konrad to see the dragontaur clutching at her stomach, looking down in confusion.

"Are you hungry?" Amber asked.

"No," Konrad said, snout set in concern. "Actually, I feel..."

Amber groaned as she heard that gurgle again, except she felt it this time and it wasn't coming from her upper stomach. No, it was coming from her lower tauric half, and the sensation made her squirm. It wasn't hunger and she wasn't satiated either. It was something different, and she couldn't quite place a claw on it.

"Full?" Konrad hazarded. Her nostrils flared. "Why does it smell like apple pie? That's normally only caused by wyrm flies mixed with newt eyes."

"Is it?" Amber asked innocently. "That's strange because we didn't mix that in, did we?"

"No," Konrad murmured. "Unless..."

The dragontaur winced, and Amber couldn't help but wince as well as that same gurgle sounded, and then she felt her lower stomach churn and grow...heavier? She looked back and saw that the one sleekly scaled stomach was starting to press out. It didn't look like much, but she couldn't help but wonder.

"Um..." Konrad said. "Odd aftereffect. I..." She blinked and rubbed nervously at a horn. "I don't understand why this is happening."

"Neither do I," Amber said, and it was mostly the truth. She shivered again. This time there was no gurgle as her lower stomach pressed out. It wasn't flabby, but firm, round and warm and oddly comforting to look at. Feelings rose in the serpentine taur, a rush of hormones that made her feel protective of what was rapidly growing inside of her.

"Growing?" Amber said, eyes widening.

"Growing?" Konrad echoed, staring at a similar swell on her underside. "No, no, I can't be..."

"Pregnant!" Amber cheered, hugging the other taur, the pair shivering as that gurgle sounded louder, their bellies swelling out into a noticeable baby bump. "I was wrong, Konrad. You're not a lady--you're a mommy!"

Konrad froze, still staring at her swelling stomach, the scaled skin stretching taut and firm as the eggs of her clutch pressed out slight bumps. Amber followed her gaze and hugged the other taur tighter, bumping her tauric half against her.

"Eggs!" Amber said. "Those are eggs!"

"Eggs..." Konrad said numbly. "No, no, I can't have eggs, I'm a man--"

"Oh, Konrad," Amber said. "We've already been over this. You're a lady. A lovely dragontaur with some nice tits and bits." She squeezed one of Konrad's breasts as she brushed her tail against Konrad's swollen sex. "See?"

"A-ah," Konrad said, shivering from both the touch and the sensation of her stomach stretching, tight and wonderfully warm. "B-but I haven't even had sex!"

"Are you sure?" Amber teased, groping both the dragontaur's breasts now. "You seem like you'd lift your tail for just about anyone."

"That's absurd!" Konrad said, pushing her assistant away. She awkwardly stepped back, her movement both slowed by her heavy stomach and unfamiliarity with her form. "I haven't--"

"Haven't dreamed of taking in a hot dragon dick before?" Amber asked. "No need to be such a prude, Konrad!"

"A-amber!"" Konrad said, setting her snout into a toothy frown. "This isn't a jest, we're..."

Both taurs shivered as the warmth in their womb seemingly flowed to their chests. Konrad stared in disbelief as her breasts began to swell with sweet milk, while Amber cheered at the sight of hers doing likewise, especially as her pair ended at a swollen size to match that of the dragontaur's. She smirked and sauntered over to Konrad while the dragontaur cupped her bigger breasts, shivering at the sensation of her tight, overly filled bosom.

"Ah, pregnancy," Amber said, pressing her breasts up into Konrad's line of sight. "The great equalizer."

"Was that--" Konrad said, squeezing at a stiff nipple. She squirmed as a hot rush of milk squirted out, splashing against Amber's snout. The serpentine taur giggled and licked it up with her flexible tongue.

"Mmm, sweet!" Amber said with a smile. "I think the hatchlings are going to love your milky chest, Konrad!"

"Hatchlings?" Konrad asked, horrified. "No, no, there can't be hatchlings. These eggs must be infertile. I can't...I can't be a mother!"

"Oh come on, Konrad," Amber laughed. "It's not so bad. At least the breasts are on your chest. You could have had a big, fat udder or something like tits at your crotch. Could you imagine that? Your little hatchlings suckling at your swollen, sore udder while--"

"Enough!" Konrad panted, shivering.

Amber giggled and shrugged before massaging her own breasts, shivering as droplets of milk leaked from her sore tits. "Ooh, that feels good. Do you need a milking, mom to be?"

"N-no," Konrad stuttered. "I need to..." She shuddered as both taurs felt another surge of warmth only matched by another surge of swelling, their lower bellies large and round and stretched tight, so full that they nearly touched the ground. Amber almost wished they had, just to see how Konrad would react. She idly rubbed her rounded belly with the fluffy end of her tail while Konrad struggled to speak, annoyance with Amber temporarily displaced by a rush of maternal sentiment that only confused the former male further.

"What do you need to do?" Amber asked, flicking her tongue out at the dragontaur. "Need to make those eggs fertile? Or the next batch? You know that dragon the institute gets its shed scales from? I'm sure he would be happy to--"

"Certainly not!" Konrad huffed, scales flushing fiercely as she rubbed at her nipples, letting out a sigh of relief as some milk flowed out of her tight breasts. "Motherhood is..." She took a deep breath. "Parenthood is not a joke, because..." She blinked. "Because responsibility and breastfeeding...and no, I am not a lady, and I am also not looking to get these eggs fertilized or even the next clutch..." She blinked. "I mean...I need to...need to-"

Konrad's speech drifted to an abrupt gasp as a contraction ran through both the taurs' swollen stomachs, their scaled slits pulsing and stretching as the first of many eggs dropped into the beginning of its way out. Amber squealed with delight while Konrad looked absolutely mortified, clawed hands dropping from her milky chest to hang at her sides.

"Oh my," Konrad said, her voice tinged with embarrassed acceptance. "I need to lay."

"Lay it, girl!" Amber giggled, to which her mentor had no response. Sure, she might have made a few mistakes, more than a few, but she didn't regret a single one now. She had an arduous, though pleasurable egg laying to look forward to and plenty of time to tease Konrad in between moments of contraction and release. It was, she decided, the best series of mistakes she had ever made.

---

A few weeks later, Konrad stood in her lab on all four legs, because she was still a dragontaur and also still very much female. It wasn't that she had taken to wearing pink or frilly things, but more the bothersome biological aspect of it all mixed with some other annoyances her newfound form had brought. She felt very female indeed, and it wasn't just because of her recent egg laying. Certain irksome urges had welled up gradually after she and Amber had laid their clutches, urges that not only delayed and distracted her from her research into figuring out how to turn them back, but urges that also demanded to be satisfied to the exclusion of all other activities It had meant certain arrangements also had to be made, the dragon that supplied the institute scales now supplying other services as well.

Konrad shook as she thought of those services, but managed to drag her mind away from them as she looked down at her notes. She had to figure out how to reverse this transformation so that she wouldn't need to be...serviced so regularly, or at all really. She hoped this recent swelling of need would be the last before she had perfected the formula.

"Hey, Konrad!" Amber called.

Konrad turned her head to see her intern prancing towards her naturally on her four clawed feet. Unlike Konrad who wore a covering for her scaled slit and a bra for her breasts that had refused to shrink after they had been relieved of their milky burden, Amber was completely naked and uncaring of the fact.

"Amber!" Konrad hissed, folding her arms over her chest. "Cover yourself up this instant!"

"Sure, mom," Amber said, her eyes rolling behind her glasses. "But nah, I'm not going to because..." She winked and flicked out her tongue. "He is on his way."

Konrad shivered at this, that troublesome slit pulsing at the thought of who he was, no doubt the dragon. The dragontaur sighed, eyes glazing over as she imagined just what the dragon would do to her. His deep, dominating voice combined with his impressive, scaled physique was so appealing to this form, not to mention his--

"No," she said, shaking her head and setting her focus on her notes. "I must concentrate."

"On what?" Amber asked. "Still looking for a cure?"

"Not a cure," Konrad corrected. "This form isn't a disease, but rather a--"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Amber chirped. "It's awesome is what it is. I don't know why you want to go back. You seemed to enjoy yourself laying those eggs, even if they were infertile."

Konrad felt her snout scales flush hotly, and Amber laughed.

"And you make a nice dragon lady!" Amber continued. "Long, thick tail, smooth, scaly hide, so many, many limbs and those big boobs--do you really want to say goodbye to your girls?"

Konrad clenched her teeth and pretended to peer down at her notes, ignoring Amber as much as the jiggle of her chest.

"This would be easier if you could remember what wrong ingredients you gave me," Konrad murmured.

"Sorry, I can't!" Amber giggled. "All I'm saying is that you should be focusing on other things. Real work like teaching me instead of trying to get that dick back."

Konrad shivered at the word, her slit pulsing again and also becoming slightly slick. She growled and clutched at her notes.

"Perhaps," she murmured to herself. "Some bristleroot and--"

The building suddenly shook as something large and heavy landed nearby. Amber cheered and placed a clawed hand on Konrad's shoulder.

"He's here!" she said. "Say, you want to go first this time?"

"No," Konrad said. "I must--"

"Concentrate?" Amber supplied. "On what? The cure, or hearing me being dicked by the dragon?"

Konrad froze, mortified. Amber laughed and pulled her hand away.

"Well, I'm going off to have fun," she said. "Good luck concentrating. It'll be your turn sooner or later."

Amber bounded away, and Konrad watched her go, feeling a surge of jealousy rise up, because she was going to see the dragon first, feel his hot breath on her cool scales, experience him slowly spreading her nether lips apart with his warm--

Konrad shuddered and clenched her claws. She heard a tearing noise and turned to see she had ripped her notes. She sighed and reached for some unblemished paper, blank pages that she stared at in order to clear her mind.

"Think, Konrad," she murmured to herself. "You can undo this, you can--"

She stopped speaking when she heard Amber's high pitched laughter followed by a much throatier chuckle. She wondered what was so funny. Sure, Amber was amusing at times, but lately she had been more annoying than anything, teasing Konrad mercilessly. Was she teasing the dragon too, warming him up so that his member would slowly emerge from his slit, large and what Konrad wanted more than anything else.

"No," Konrad said, staring at the blank paper. "I want to be cured."

She nodded. It was a ridiculous sentiment since this form wasn't a disease, but it was true enough. She wanted to be cured of the hot, burning need that had built up in her loins over the week since the dragon's last visit, and his thick, ridged member was the proper treatment. Wait...

"N-no," Konrad stuttered, shaking her head. She nervously rubbed at her horns. She was supposed to be thinking of something else other than hot dragon dick, and that something else was...?

"The cure," she said to herself, but thoughts of a cure only brought up images of that dragon and his majestic member. She shook her head, but the thought wasn't dislodged so easily. In fact, it was only strengthened by the sounds that slipped into the lab, of Amber moaning while the dragon grunted and hissed. Konrad felt her whole body go warm, but her face was the hottest portion of her all. She still couldn't believe that both the institute and the dragon had so readily agreed to him providing his service in a room so close to the lab where others could hear their erotic activity. She had been told it was for science, but she was beginning to doubt that, though such thoughts slipped her mind as she imagined what exactly the dragon and Amber were doing, not that she had to guess. After all, she had been ridden by the dragon before and was certainly looking forward to it now, to being bred by the strong draconic male who would ensure that her next clutch of egg was much more fertile than her last.

"No, no, no," Konrad said, denying something, but denying what? Her desires, no, needs? She panted and her tail swayed behind her, lifting invitingly, but there was no one around but her, just her, a dragontaur in heat desperately trying to deny what she really wanted.

The moans and hisses of Amber and the dragon continued to filter into the lab, and Konrad could no longer deny that it wasn't arousing her. Her pussy pulsed hot and ready, and before she knew it her hands were at her breasts, squeezing at her supple, sensitive mounds as she realized her bra was now lying on top of her shredded notes. She paused, wondering when that had happened as her tail, seemingly sensing her needs, teased at the cloth of her hindquarter covering and loosening it enough that it came undone. It drifted to the floor, Konrad shivering as cool air rushed over her warm, sensitive slit. She panted and her tail raised while she unconsciously also raised her rear, presenting herself to a mate that simply wasn't there. Why had she let Amber go first again? She needed this more than anything and now here she was, pathetically groping herself while she listened to her intern being pleased when it should have been her getting pounded by that magnificent dragon dick.

"N-no," Konrad moaned, though she still squeezed her breasts. "Have to focus, have to come--"

She suddenly froze as she heard the dragon shrieked, followed by a muffled, satisfied serpentine moan from Amber. Konrad felt jealousy surge through her. That should have been her filled with the dragon's seed, so thoroughly filled that she couldn't be anything but pregnant.

Pregnant? Konrad paused, dropping her hands from her breasts while she also lowered her tail. She shook her head and looked down at her notes. If there was anything she didn't want to be, it was impregnated. Sure, she was a fertile female, but carrying a clutch would surely make turning male or to her fully human self that much more difficult, if not impossible, but maybe that's what she wanted...

She pondered this, staring so deeply into her notes that she didn't hear Amber enter the lab.

"Konrad?" her intern called.

Surprised, Konrad spun around and her notes went everywhere, flying up into the air before falling slowly around her. She sighed while Amber laughed.

"Excited, aren't you?" Amber asked, eyes flitting over Konrad's naked form. "Well, it is your turn!"

"Already?" Konrad said, placing her arms over her exposed breasts.

"Well, that was only round one for me," Amber said. "But you looked so hot and needy that I figured you deserved some loving first."

"I was NOT 'hot and needy!'" Konrad protested.

"Oh?" Amber scampered forward and reached down to pick up Konrad's discarded hindquarter covering. She held it up and pointed towards its darkened surface. "Looks like you were a little needy to me!"

Konrad snarled and snatched the covering away. Amber flicked her tongue out at her and smiled.

"There's no shame in it," Amber said. "It's just what you want!"

Konrad hissed, but had nothing to say. She walked stiffly past Amber, arms folded over her chest and tail kept low as she left the lab. She couldn't quite believe the audacity of Amber! Why, if they were both still human, then...well, Konrad had to admit she'd probably be just as troublesome, though in different ways. She smiled despite herself as she turned the corner and stood at a wide set of double doors. She gulped and then pushed one in to peek inside what Amber had affectionately dubbed the "Dragon Dickin' Room." She let out a wanton hiss when she saw the dragon was indeed inside the large room furnished with soft, padded floors, the room's only other feature being a mirror near the top that she knew wasn't a mirror, but she didn't like to think on that. The dragon, large and covered in bronze scales, stood near the middle and peered straight towards her with his golden eyes, his snout set in a knowing smile. She shivered when he winked at her, the dragontaur feeling her need drip down her hindquarters. Still, she stood stiffly and stoically. She had dealt with this dragon even before she had accidentally acquired this form and had been professional then. There was no need for her not be professional now. She was merely being serviced, after all.

"Mmm..." the dragon rumbled, his deep voice sending shivers down the dragontaur's spine. He was a large specimen, but not too big for her. "Come in."

Konrad entered and closed the door behind her. She looked back to them and frowned, not liking that others would hear her activities.

"Ah, playing coy as always, Konrad?" the dragon asked.

Konrad turned her head to the dragon and put her hands on her hips.

"I'm not coy," she insisted. "I'm professional."

The dragon tilted its head and chuckled.

"Professional, are you?" he asked. "If you insist. I remember last time."

Konrad hissed, shuddering as she remembered last time too.

"In fact, it started just like this," the dragon murmured. "You coming in insisting you are a professional, pretending as if we aren't here to fuck."

Konrad shivered, but stood her ground.

"I know what you want, dragonling," the dragon continued. "And I know I have what you want. Want to see it--"

"W-wait..." Konrad pleaded, but the dragon lifted himself up and showing its member, ridged and ready and large and as magnificent as it had been in the dragontaur's mind. Her tail shot straight up and her tongue flicked out, tasting not only the dragon's masculine arousal, but the sweet scent of her sex as well.

"Come now, Konrad," the dragon laughed. "This isn't our first time doing this, and neither do I suspect it will be the last. Still..." His eyes glimmered. "It can be our best time, if you'd like."

"Y-yes," Konrad said. "That sounds agreeable."

"Sure does," the dragon said, nodding as he stepped slowly forward, Konrad tracking the movement of his member. "Well, what are you waiting for? You know how we do this."

"Um, yes, right," Konrad said, also moving forward, staring up at the larger dragon. He was big, but Konrad knew she could take him. She had done it before and would do it now, had to do it now, though hopefully this was the last time. After she was serviced, her mind would be clear and she could figure out the reversal formula, she was sure of it. She just need some time where she wasn't distracted by thoughts of riding the dragon.

The dragon came to a stop, and he loomed over the smaller dragontaur. Konrad shook beneath, but knew what to do next. Still a little unused to her tauric form, she turned herself around and pressed her lower chest into the ground while raising her rear. Her tail waved behind her, as if inviting the dragon to take a peek at her warm, slick slit that was so ready for him.

"Would you look at that," the dragon rumbled. "Even needier than last time."

"S-shut up," Konrad stuttered looking back over her shoulder. "Shut up and do it already."

"And just as forward," the dragon said, smiling. "Are you enjoying this more and more, Konrad?"

"I said shut up!" Konrad said, meaning to snarl but her voice dropped to an almost pathetic mewling hiss. "Just do it!"

"Do what?"

"Do..." Konrad hissed in frustration, wiggling her rear. "Just fuck me already!"

"As you wish," the dragon said, and he was upon her. Konrad yelped as his claws gripped just above her rump and he leaned forward over her, his hot breath rushing against her neck while cool air from him flapping his wings rushed all around them. She lifted her rear higher, the dragontaur's eyes widening as she felt the tip of his member brush against her swollen sex.

"W-wait," she said, looking up at the dragon, whose longer snout hung above her own. The dragon looked down at her and she saw some annoyance in those golden eyes.

"What is it?" he asked, smoke curling out of his nostrils. "Have you changed your mind?"

"Not at all," Konrad said quickly, almost too quickly. "It's just--stick with standard procedures, alright?"

"Sure," the dragon laughed, Konrad shivering and hissing as his member brushed against her sensitive slit again. "We've done this before. We've..." He leaned his head down and licked at the dragontaur's horns. "Had practice. Good practice. I'm a professional too, you know. I know when to pull out."

Konrad shivered again and nodded.

"O-ok," the dragontaur murmured. "Let's do this."

"That's all I had to hear..." the dragon rumbled.

Konrad readied herself, but the dragon didn't press in as he normally did. Instead, he teased her with his tip, slowly spreading her slit further and further apart until it was somehow slicker and more aroused than it had already been, pulsing and wanton and driving Konrad mad with want. All thoughts of reversal and a cure and the niggling notion that she was being watched flew out of the dragontaur's mind, replaced with the singular want for that shaft so teasingly poking at her swollen slit. She hissed her frustration and wiggled her rear, but her movement was impaired, dominated by the dragon holding her lower half mostly in place. Still, she flicked her tail in frustration, her hands going to her chest to squeeze at her sensitive breasts in hopes of caressing out some of her frustration.

"Really wanton," the dragon murmured above her. "You were overdue, weren't you? Amber said you might need some more effort this time, girl."

Konrad hissed, unable to find the words to reply. She hated being called girl, but part of her loved it as well, because what was she at the moment but a needy dragon girl? It was reality, and it was beginning to bother her less and less. Though she would never admit it to anyone, least of all herself, she was loving this.

She loved it even more when the dragon finally pressed into her, penetrating her slick sex with a powerful thrust that sent her shuddering. She fell forward, hands catching herself on the padded floor as her nipples brushed against the ground. She moaned and hissed as he thrust out and then in again. The dragon went in hard and fast, and his tempo only increased, each thrust in and out sending shockwaves of pleasure and force through the dragontaur's form. She couldn't help but hiss and moan, no longer caring that Amber or the rest of the institute could hear her, she, the stoic Konrad being bred like the needy dragoness she really was. She panted, rear wiggling, and he thrust deeper in, her breasts pushing into the ground. They were big, sure, but she imagined them larger still, filled once more with sweet milk to feed so many hatchlings...

Konrad's thoughts paused momentarily even as her whole scaled shape shook, but she couldn't find what was wrong with that thought. She was female, right? A female that was being bred by a dominating dragon as she was meant to be. Why would she want to turn back when there was so much pleasure to be enjoyed? She was as she was meant to be.

That thought didn't feel quite right, but Konrad didn't have the reason to question it too much in her pleasure addled state. She was being so thoroughly used, pumped and pounded with every passing second, that it was so much easier to feel than to think. After all, analytical thoughts got in the way of her physical pleasure, and she wanted to enjoy herself, really.

And so Konrad did, moaning and hissing, shivering and shuddering with every thrust of the dragon's hard shaft, him pressing deeper and deeper into her than ever before. It felt good, it felt right, and it was what she wanted. She encouraged him, tail curling around what part of his shaft wasn't buried into her, tenderly rubbing around it to encourage it to release its load into her, to make sure her fertility was finally put to use. She hissed in ways that she had never hissed before, and it seemed to egg him on further, as if she was communicating something only the more primitive part of their minds could understand. She was so close, and he was so close too. Just a little more loving and she would finally fulfill her role, visions of eggs and hatchlings and leaky, milk filled breasts flitting through her mind.

Konrad frowned, wondering why she was thinking such thoughts when her goal had only meant to be sated, not to be bred.

"W-wait," she barely was able to mewl to the dragon thrusting so relentlessly into her, but it was too late.

He made one final thrust and then shuddered and froze, hissing intensely. Konrad's eyes widened as she felt her inner walls clamp down, and then there was release, the dragon roaring and belching fire over her as he reached climax while the dragontaur made it to her own. Pleasure washed over her as she felt his seed spill deep inside her in several spurting waves. She collapsed against the ground, her pleasure addled mind all too aware of what had just occurred, and the dragon seemed to realize it too.

"Oh," he rumbled above her as he began to withdraw, each retreating moment followed by her inner walls clenching harder and harder to milk him of every drop as pleasure continued to cascade through Konrad's shivering scaled form. When he pulled out with a wet pop, the dragontaur shivered again, hazily staring forward as the dragon lowered his head besides hers.

"Er," the dragon murmured, smiling apologetically. "Umm...at least you're sated?"

Konrad turned her eyes to glare at him, her sore slit quivering as excess seed spilled down her hindquarters. She wanted to say so much, but the afterglow was overwhelming, not to mention the maternal feelings rising in her mind as the dragon's seed took in her fertile womb.

The door to the room suddenly opened, and Konrad shifted her gaze away from the dragon to see Amber standing in the doorway. The serpentine taur smiled excitedly and flicked her tongue out as she bent down to look at the just bred dragontaur while the dragon who did the deed looked sheepishly away.

"Oh my!" Amber exclaimed. "Konrad's going to be a mommy!"