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The mattress squeaked loudly and repetitively. It was starting to annoy the neighbors, but then the moans and growls that overpowered that steady squeaking had long since taken care of that. Shaylor was no doubt going to get another noise complaint against her from the building. She really needed to install soundproofing in her bedroom. But then they'd probably knock her for that too. There really wasn't any winning this situation. Fortunately, she was a little too preoccupied to think about any of that.

She humped hard and fast, her smooth scaled body showing trickles and beads of sweat from her exertion. It wasn't often she got so deep into the animalistic side of her nature so fast with someone, but this little kobold she had met was certainly doing it for her. He had encouraged and enticed, trying to draw that side out of her. And he was quite enthralled with their progress as well.

The short, pale grey lizard lay on his back, gasping for breath as a pair of larger blue paws pinned his shoulders to the mattress beneath him. A rather generous spire was lodged deep inside him. It had been quite a bit of fortuitous serendipity that they had both been cut from the same cloth, one more masculine, the other more feminine, both in possession of two functioning sets. Shaylor was being 'the man' while Tim was being 'the woman', and both were quite enjoying it.

The blue dragoness had already enjoyed her turn, straddling the kobold, feeling him thrust up into her, now was her chance to return the favor. And she was doing so in spades. The short lizard, easily at least a meter shorter than the azure lady atop him, could feel the lump in his trim abdomen. It was a bulge in the shape of the above average spire pushed so deep into him he could feel it bumping against the back of his womb. Oh he was adoring this.

Throbbing, aching, bucking shafts pulsed away. One bobbed up into the air only to come down and slap Tim's stomach repeatedly. The other rammed home into him and stole his breath away. His petals quivered as he lay there, his eyes half-lidded and his mouth hanging agape in a broad smile. He was in heaven. He liked it when a partner had the means to really satisfy him, and she was certainly doing that.

After only a few more moments of being completely lost in bliss, the kobold squeezed his eyes shut and yowled. His nethers clamped down on the invading spire and soaked the lady's lap as well as his own. A sheen of sticky, sweet nectar coated both their hides. There had been a presence of the kobold's honey there already, but now there was considerably more. It threatened to run down both lovers and soak into the sheets. That didn't seem to concern either of them, nor did the mess they had made earlier when their roles were reversed. He could feel the presence of a wet spot under the small of his back, and it stretched up to just below his shoulder blades.

Shaylor meanwhile wasn't done yet, even as she looked down to see a splatter of creamy-white paint the pale grey lizard's stomach. She had gotten him to pop, both ways, now she could really go to town and finish. It was important to her that she brought him to an end like that. After all, it was only fair. And now she could really let loose.

The azure dragoness snarled and began all out rutting, pumping fiercely, taking the little lizard on an even more intense ride than he had expected. Shaylor bucked with all her might, pounding the little kobold under her relentlessly until at last, she threw her head back and filled the room with a groan. Had she been more pent up, it might have been a roar, but she had been doing well to adhere to a regular regimen of 'self-appreciation'. It meant she was a little more in command of her faculties when she encountered someone she found attractive.

The kobold wriggled and cried out again as his stomach began to swell, showing signs of just how capacious the blue lady was. She had quite a lot to contribute, even in spite of her 'self care routine'. When at last the thrusting and throbbing had settled, Tim looked down at his belly to see it had gained a very visible curve, enough to make him appear as though he were fairly well along with a small clutch. It was an added bonus to him, and a delightful little wave he was sure he'd be able to ride for a few days. Nothing would come of it since he wasn't entirely sure how things might go with Shaylor. But if tonight was any indication, then there might be reason in the future to let 'nature take its course'.

"Holy crap... I didn't expect that." Tim said in spite of his efforts to catch his breath.

"Sorry... I get pent up easily." Shaylor responded, similarly winded.

"Don't be sorry! I'm tempted to get you to do that again, see how big you can get me!" Tim said with a laugh.

"Maybe... later... momma's tired." the blue lady replied, pulling herself free with a slurp from the grey lizard, then flopped down onto her back next to him.

That sudden retreat disappointed Tim, having hoped he could have stayed stuck on her for a while longer. But it was of only minor concern. He sat himself up to look over at the blue dragoness, letting his gaze slowly move across her to drink in her lovely form. She was strong, but slim, athletic was the term he had heard used. She was very tall, a good deal taller than most anyone around in fact. Her pleasing curves were obvious but not exaggerated, giving him plenty to appreciate. He reached out and gently stroked across the lady's stomach, recalling that he had given her a bit of a filling as well, just not nearly as copious as the one he just got.

"Perhaps after you've gotten your second wind, we could try a different position, maybe with me on top." Tim said.

Shaylor snickered and opened her eyes to gaze up at the grey fellow sitting up next to her as she lay flat on her back.

"What? A kobold top a dragon? That seems terribly unrealistic don't you think? Now, since you're clearly already rested, be a dear and go to the kitchen get your mistress a drink." Shaylor said, her lips pulling into a grin.

She had hoped to tease him a bit, but she had miscalculated, and rather badly. Tim paused as he heard those words, frowning as he parsed them. It had taken a moment for him to really let it sink in, having not wanted to believe that she had said what he clearly had just heard. A single eye ridge was raised in his lack of amusement, his tone suddenly turning quite serious.

"Excuse me? Mistress? Unrealistic? Get you a drink? I'm not some token kobold here to serve a dragon just because she let me get a little tail. This isn't a game of 'Castles and Creatures' and it's not the dark ages." Tim said, quite firm on the matter.

Shaylor propped herself up as she listened to him speak, not having expected things to take such a sudden turn. She frowned in return, disheartened by his tone.

"Hey, it was just meant to be a joke. I don't actually expect you to act like I'm your mistress. It was just supposed to be a little fun, you know, roleplay?" the lady offered.

"Sure. If I react badly, it's a joke. If I'm into being an 'obedient little kobold', then it's all 'part of the fun', or maybe something more than that. Maybe you find a kobold who goes along with the 'gag' and you just keep it going until it's not a joke anymore," Tim said, hopping off the bed where he began to slip his clothes back on, "I thought there was something special here. I thought we really clicked."

His close-hugging underwear cupped his still messy groin, and his tight-fitting pants helped to keep everything nestled right where it should be, clinging to his somewhat feminine figure. His hips were wider than most boys his size, making it tricky to find clothes that fit. Often he had to look in the women's section, a fact he was silently amused by. His shirt had been a loose-fitting one, a black garment that looked much like a blouse with a plunging neckline. It reminded Shaylor of what she imagined a witch might wear. The lady sat up further and moved to the edge of the bed.

"Oh come on. You know I don't think that way. Like I said, it was just for laughs. So I made a bad joke. It fell flat. That doesn't mean I actually expected you to play along. Just... can we talk about this? Please?" Shaylor asked.

"No. The damage has been done. You're just another dragon who only wants a cute, little kobold sex slave to do your bidding. You might have convinced yourself you don't want it, but deep down, it's there. This is the fifth time I've let myself get close to a dragon in the hopes of maybe getting something more out of it. And every time, you all just want me to obey. Tim get me this. Tim get me that. Tim you're late, come suck me off. I'm tired of it. You all need to learn a hard lesson about my kind. Maybe instead of just getting us to come whenever you want, maybe you need to beg for us to give you some relief." the grey lizard said.

His pale, full-moon-yellow eyes suddenly flashed and he lifted a paw, snapping his fingers as a strange energetic crackle split the relative calm of the air. Shaylor shuddered at that sensation, suddenly a little worried about what had just happened. What was this little guy? What had he just done? Was he an elemental? Did he have some sort of electrical powers?

"Tim, I'm sorry. I really am. It was a joke in bad taste. I screwed up. Please, don't leave angry." Shaylor said, almost to the point of begging.

"I'm sorry. The mood is ruined. Goodnight." Tim replied, turning to leave, putting his hat on.

It was broad rimmed with a fairly tall pointed tip, just like one might expect a witch to wear. Odd choice given the modern world and the fact that he was a boy, but it had been a very adorable appearance he had put on, one that had enticed the dragoness earlier that night, leading to them coming back to her place.

Before the blue lady could try and follow, stumbling as she tried to stuff herself into her own panties, the kobold had opened the front door to the apartment, stepped out, and shut it behind him. Shaylor sighed and let her underwear drop back to the floor. There was no point in trying to go after him. He was gone. And to make herself decent enough to go outside would take long enough for him to get a serious head start. She'd never catch him. She needed to find a bathrobe her size. Badly.

Instead of giving chase, the lady sighed and flopped back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. It had been a rather serious miscalculation on her part. One that she knew from the beginning she should never had attempted. Her efforts to be humorous always ended badly in the bedroom. When was she going to learn to not do that?

"Smooth, Shay. Real smooth. You blew it." she muttered to herself.

As she lay there, letting out another sigh that gave her chest reason to rise far enough to feel the limits of her inhale, then sink low enough to make it feel like her lungs were collapsing, she felt something odd. Her shaft had stiffened back up, providing that familiar, gentle ache from a need for release. Her nethers warmed as well, quivering just ever so softly. She knew this sensation, and she groaned. Somehow, her prematurely canceled night of fun had triggered it.

"Oh god, am I really going into heat? Now? Of all times?" she grumbled.

The warmth between her thighs began to build, turning into a smolder, then a fire that started to blaze quite powerfully. Her shaft throbbed hard, almost painfully as her arousal spiked. She whimpered, realizing she had managed to ruin her night with Tim right when she was going to need him the most.

With a grumble, she rolled over and reached under the bed for a plastic box. She retrieved it and opened it to find its contents waiting for use. She reached in and pulled out a sizable, flexible, latex-rubber spire--only slightly bigger than her own endowments--and immediately put it to use. Her voice rose once again as she parted her folds and occupied her passage with the toy, easing it all the way in until the two sizable lumps that were supposed to make up the 'scrotum' bumped just under her own. She took out a small pump bottle of lubricant, squeezed a couple of squirts into her palm, and wrapped her fingers around her exceptionally firm shaft.

Shaylor could tend to her needs on her own, but it was always so much better with another person. She wriggled on her back as she worked to please herself, huffing and crying out as she pushed herself to climax. Then she was hit with frustration. The need wasn't going away. So, she proceeded to try again. It grew more difficult to achieve the moment she sought, and when it did come, it was similarly ineffective in dousing the flames. It felt like something was wrong. And yet she couldn't stop. The azure lady continued her efforts. She fondled her chest, twisted one of her nipples, flicked a thumb across her clitoris, trying everything she knew about her body. She even took another toy, one that buzzed quite powerfully, and slipped it under her tail. It was all she could do to find climax over and over again. And still, no true satisfaction came, nor did the need fade. It did however create a very large mess across her stomach, groin, and thighs.

Eventually, the dragoness worked herself into a frenzy until she passed out, covered in her own release, her sheets soaked under her in a mix of sweat, seed, and nectar. She was in trouble, and she knew it.

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Shaylor grumbled to herself as she stood by the door to the ladies' restroom. She looked back and forth quietly, watching to see if anyone might spot her as she disappeared in. Quickly, she scanned the room, dipping her head down to peer under the partitions to see if anyone was in the stalls. She was alone. Marvelous.

The blue dragoness quickly locked the door to the bathroom and rushed to the last stall in the line. There, she began desperately ripping open her clothing. Her white lab coat had offered no barrier, thankfully. All day she had been at her station, trying to focus on her work. But her mind was still a little hazy, prone to thinking back to the burning fires between her legs. It wasn't unpleasant or painful, but it was damned inconvenient. Never had she experienced anything this powerful, able to render her this needy. Normally, she could ignore her urges long enough to get home. But now here she was, about to try and satisfy herself at work.

Her button down shirt was opened, thankfully without popping any buttons off. Her dress-code approved slacks were shoved down, opting for that rather than a skirt today. The latter wouldn't hide her undying erection nearly as well; an erection she had passed out trying to deal with last night and woke up that morning to see it was still present. She had showered and tried to 'work things out' there in the privacy of her own home, but it didn't help. She knew this wouldn't either but she had to do something.

A soft, muffled groan filled the stall as she plunged a pair of fingers into her petals. She couldn't stand how badly she needed this. She stroked about within her crevice, immediately seeking out the powerfully tender patch of flesh she knew quite well. It sent a jolt of electricity up her spine the instant she found it and mashed down hard on it. Her other paw was shoved into her muzzle to try and silence herself. Her nostrils flared as she huffed hard for breath through them. She drove herself to the cliff as fast as she could, not wanting to waste time.

In only a few moments, she was tensed up, thrashing about in the stall, threatening to loose a roar that everyone on the floor would hear. A hearty splash of honey coated her paw and she fell limp atop the closed toilet lid. She panted as she removed her other paw from her muzzle and let it drop to her aching shaft. There was no way she was getting out of this without tending to both sides. She pumped furiously, driving herself to ragged breath once again. She clenched her teeth, trying to hasten herself along with visions of all sorts of horribly erotic things.

It didn't take long. The fact that she had managed to last from the shower to now left her feeling pent up as though she had been without release for weeks. A geyser of seed gushed forth, splattering against the lady's stomach as she let out a long, louder-than-intended groan. Again, she fell limp in her seat. For a brief, desperately short moment, she felt the relief of the fires burning out. But then they sparked back to life, quickly beginning to build into a roaring inferno. She whimpered and traced around between her petals idly, fidgeting as she tried to think of a solution to this strange problem of hers.

Eventually, she had to clean up and return to her station. So, she did just that. She wiped down her stomach, cleaned her groin, flushed the tissue based evidence of what she had done, and dressed herself again. A quick wash of the paws an attempt to make herself look at least a little less disheveled gave her the confidence to try and head back out and try to finish the work day. She didn't make it three steps out of the bathroom before she was stopped.

"Shaylor," called a voice from behind her, "Having a little trouble today?"

Slowly, the lab coat clad blue lady turned to see a short, slim vulpine with exceptionally large ears. The fennec was wearing a lab coat similar to hers, though he was from a different department than where she was stationed.

"Oh... good morning, Jacob. How are you today?" Shaylor asked, trying in vain to redirect the conversation.

"I'm fine. You're not. I heard the noises you were making in there. You didn't sound terribly well." the fox said.

The dragoness blushed and averted her gaze, trying to make light of what happened. She didn't know exactly what he heard. It might have been too muffled to really make out. But then, those ears of his were exceptionally difficult to fool. Maybe it would be best to come clean. He might be able to help her after all.

"I'm... I'm okay. For the most part. Look, if I told you something in confidence, would you keep it quiet?" she asked.

Fifteen minutes later, Shaylor was buttoning her shirt back up. Her pants had already been slipped back on and the fennec she had come to think of as a friend over the last few years was sitting across the room, looking over the readings he had taken when he scanned her. He didn't seem terribly encouraged by what he saw.

"So... it's been like this since last night. No matter how hard you try, the sexual urge just doesn't go away. Correct?" he asked.

"Yeah. I've been in heat before, but this is so much more than that. It just doesn't stop. I can't think straight. I can't get any work done. I thought maybe this was some kind of bug I caught from that kobold guy but, infections don't kick in that fast. Do they?" Shaylor asked.

The fennec stood and approached, feeling safer to do so now that the dragoness was dressed. She had gotten dangerously amorous and insistent after she disrobed for the exam.

"Well, I can put your fears to rest. It's not an STI. I'm showing no signs of infection whatsoever. And you're right. It wouldn't have manifested this fast," Jacob said, "But, I'm afraid I do know what this is, and it isn't something I can't treat."

Shaylor whimpered and lowered her head, feeling defeat begin to wash over her. If Jacob couldn't treat her, then she wasn't going to have any luck with an ordinary doctor. He had access to the best equipment and had graduated top of his class. He was the best in his field.

"So, what... I'm gonna be stuck like this for however long? Is it deadly? Does this mean I can't sleep with anyone ever again? Oh god, how am I going to put the damned fire out!?" the dragoness complained, her voice rising as she began to grow desperate.

"Settle down. I can't treat it because there isn't anything medically wrong with you. What I'm reading here is that there's something at work here of a mystical nature. You don't need a doctor, you need a sorcerer." the fennec said, turning his tablet around to show the blue lady what was displayed on it, a two-dimensional graphic of her body with some sort of unknown cluster of masses moving about, representing an energy form.

"Mystical? You mean that little kobold wasn't kidding when he called himself a witch!?" Shaylor cried, "That little punk cursed me because I made a bad joke!?"

"I said settle down!" Jacob said, raising his voice to get the lady's attention, "The more worked up you get, the more difficult it will be for you to maintain your composure and keep this... curse or hex or whatever it is in check. Keep a cool head. Remember, tense people die, calm people live. And no, I don't think this is going to kill you, not directly. I can't speak for what happens if you decide to just stop in the middle of the street and start jerking off, aside from possibly getting arrested. I think it's just a hateful little prank."

"A prank... it's one hell of a prank. I haven't been able to stop thinking about fucking or getting fucked since it hit," Shaylor whimpered, "What do I do!?"

"You are going to stay calm," the fox echoed, speaking slowly and loudly to make it sink in, "And you're going to take a half day from work today. I think there's a temple of some kind down the street. I don't know what exactly the worship there, but it's a place to start. If they can't help you, then maybe they can point you to someone who can lift the curse."

"Right, temple down the road, lift the curse. Tense people die, calm people live." Shaylor said, trying to get a handle on herself.

"Or in your case, tense people rip off their clothes and masturbate in the ladies' room, calm people don't." Jacob said.

Another fifteen minutes passed and the blue dragoness was out on the sidewalk, walking along the street. Her lab coat was back where it had been when she walked into work. She had changed back into her street clothes, having been clear headed enough to at least accomplish that. It didn't help that they hugged a little more tightly than would have been appropriate given her situation. She tried her best not to think about it, breathing slow and deep, trying to keep her heart rate low. There was only one way all the hormones and chemicals running through her could get to her brain and drive her to fondle herself quickly and easily, and that was through a fast pumping heart. It was simple biochemistry. She knew that. And so far, it seemed to be giving her a clear enough mind to function. At least enough to take a stroll down the street.

She walked along, fighting against her distracting libido the whole way, until she spotted the temple in question. It had a very old-world appearance to it, with steeply sloping stone walls and spires that stood well taller than the other buildings on either side. It looked terribly out of place amidst the shops and apartment high-rises, but it had an excellent location. The lighting inside appeared to be composed largely of torches and candles, actual fire flickering and dancing about. There was a sinister feel to the whole thing, but if the city thought they were harmless enough to grant a building permit, then surely they couldn't be as bad as they appeared.

The dragoness turned and walked right up to the staircase leading to the entry. It was fairly short, feeling like it should have been much taller. Perhaps if they had found a larger property, they could have built a proper pyramid which would have given the entire operation a more legitimate appearance. There was no door, just an open archway with fabric draped across it on either side, framing the view into the interior. As she passed through the entry, the blue dragoness slowly peered about, feeling more unsure about this place the longer she spent near or in it.

"This place is kinda spooky, like... someone's gonna be a ritualistic sacrifice to the sun god or something." she said to herself.

"We do not believe in ritualistic sacrifice," came a voice that almost floated on the mildly chilled air, "Nor do we believe in the sun god. His is a faith of heresy and corrupt ideals. Here, we believe in the deities of sensuality. How may I be of service to you, my child?"

Shaylor turned with a start at the voice, spotting a figure in a dark, maroon cloak that concealed almost everything except a hint of a slender muzzle that protruded from the shadow within their hood. Their arms were in a relaxed posture with the paws resting in front of their stomach, everything concealed by the oversized sleeves of their robes. It looked terribly comfortable and warm, though just a little bit chaotic-evil.

"You said you deal in sexual stuff huh? Great. I uh... well... I've got this problem. I've been experiencing the absolute worst heat of my life since last night and-"

The dragoness was cut off as the canid lifted a paw, exposing them from within the sleeves of their robes. The now visible paws rose and pulled back on the hood, revealing the face of a coyote. He appeared young and old at the same time somehow, as if he were in his mid twenties but had lived a hard and stressful life. Just what did they do in this temple?

"Say nothing further. Your arrival here is no coincidence." he said.

"Yeah," Shaylor said, drawing out the word, "I was referred here by a doctor friend."

"No beast of science can know what lies within us! What compels us to take what actions we choose!" the coyote cried angrily.

"Uh... yeah they can. It's called an MRI machine, and it can show you brain activity," the dragoness said, sounding terribly skeptical, "Look, I feel like maybe this isn't the right place for me. Can you maybe refer me to-"

"Silence!" the coyote howled, clearly not a fan of the scientific method or the devices that enabled it, then cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "Your coming has been foretold. I know why you are here. You must come with me. We can help you."

"But, I didn't tell you what's actually wrong." Shaylor said, slowly trying to back away.

Before she could turn to leave, several others in those same robes had slipped in behind her, blocking her path. They had no intention of letting her depart. Shaylor suddenly felt like she might have come to the wrong temple, but then again, it was a place where they worshiped gods and goddesses that were all about pleasure. Maybe they knew how to deal with this curse after all.

"We know all that is necessary to provide you with what you seek." the coyote said, turning to head deeper into the temple.

Those who had cut off the dragoness' route of escape urged her to follow. Not wanting to try and shove past anyone and be rude, she decided to at least hear them out. She could always say no and walk away, she thought. The corridor was rather short, leading into a round chamber that felt like it had been designed to be larger. Building code limitations had imposed their nefarious will on the acolytes when erecting their temple.

In the center of the room was a large altar. It was smooth on top and the sides were covered in all manner of suggestive displays. Were it anywhere else, Shaylor might have thought to stop and appreciate the artistry of it. The room opened to the sky high above, torches lining the walls leading up to the round aperture so very far away. The floor was smooth save for grooves carved into the marble, appearing to be drainage trenches. A number of cushions and binding implements could be seen, waiting to be used. It felt like a room where a lot of sex happened, and got hosed down regularly.

"Look, guys... if we could just have a conversation about why I'm here, what I'm looking for, what you guys actually do, maybe we could sort this out and not get carried away with any sort of ritual that might make things worse. Seriously, I'm way too wound up to think about a sex dungeon." Shaylor said, rubbing her thighs together as she began to imagine all the perverted things that might have happened on the top of that altar.

"As I have said, we know enough. Please, lay down. We will begin shortly. That which you seek will be given to you shortly." the coyote said.

"And what is it you think I seek?" Shaylor asked.

"The peace of mind that can only be found through release. Release of your burden." the canid said smoothly.

"Release of my burden," the dragoness echoed, fighting to keep from groaning as she slowly lost her grip on herself, "Fuck it. If you can make this stop, do it."

With that, the blue lady climbed up on top of the altar and laid down on her back. She clenched her fists and tried to breathe slow and deep just as she had while walking down the street. It helped, but not much. She wasn't going to last long if they didn't lift the curse soon.

"I call upon the powers that be," the coyote said as he and the other acolytes formed a circle around the altar, "Oh goddess of the flesh, grant us your favor and bless this our offering to you. We shall make her pleasing to your eyes so that you may walk among us once more."

"Wait, what!?" Shaylor lifted her head as she cried out.

The four acolytes began to chant. As they did, the dragoness found herself suddenly unable to move. She was made to lay back down, staring up at the great eye above. There was a lovely blue sky overhead with a few white, puffy clouds, making her consider how nice the weather had been. That thought was quickly squashed as whatever forces the cultists were calling upon struck the poor lady.

Shaylor began to moan as what had once been an intense heat turned into a rolling wave of spine-tingling tactility. The sensation of millions of little fingers dancing over her scales made her tremble and moan. It cut through her clothing as if she were naked. Her shirt quickly showed a pair of peaks as her nipples grew erect at the strange pseudo-contact. She fought to move her arms so she could run her paws over herself, but she was not permitted to.

A curious strain filled her, not unpleasant, but as if she were being made to wear clothing that was too tight. And it was indeed the case. She glanced down to see her shirt was suddenly no longer the right size for her. The dragon's breasts had grown considerably and the fabric was beginning to fail. She felt the same tight compression down between her legs and underneath as though her pants were now two sizes too small for her manhood and her rump. The growth continued in this fashion, revealing another transformation at work. What had been a subtle display of musculature under her scales was growing more pronounced. She could feel the strength of the added bulk beginning to swell inside her.

Then, a great ripping reached her ears. Shaylor's shirt exploded into tatters as her chest and arms ripped through it. Her slacks tore themselves apart as well, exposing her well toned, well enhanced form. Her bust was now large enough that she could shove someone's entire head into her cleavage and it would disappear from sight. Below, her length now stretched down to her knees. Or at least it would have if it would lay flat. Instead, it stood proudly over her, throbbing and pulsing as she gasped for breath. The two orbs that it drew power from had swelled to match her bust. Her backside was much more shapely, offering a slightly yielding cushion that could turn as firm as the hard surface she lay upon in seconds.

The dragoness cried out as the transformation finally came to its end, resulting in a sudden rush of intense pleasure. She arched her back and gave herself to the lust that was driving her towards the brink of insanity. A great fountain of sticky seed burst from her newly engorged length. It splattered down atop her as her nethers pursed and gushed as well, soaking the top of the altar. What remained of her clothing was spared from the sticky mess by and large, but then that was only part of her problem anymore. Her chest heaved as she began to settle, thinking perhaps that might be the end of her misery. But it had come with a very large string attached.

She was an Amazon now. Her once somewhat slender figure changed to be some sort of idealized shape the acolytes believed would please their goddess. When she could move again, Shaylor looked over the changes she had been put through, feeling a mixture of emotions. She couldn't say she didn't like how it looked, but there was no way she would ever be able to live like this. Her clothing no longer fit, especially since it had all been destroyed by the bursting growth she just went through. If they had let her undress first, she could have spared the poor garments such an unfortunate end. And then came what brought her to anger.

The intense fires of desire roared back to life. They had not removed the curse at all! If anything, it was worse now! Why had they done this!? What was the point of it!? The dragoness was preparing to leap off the altar and scream herself hoarse at the horny little acolytes when she was immediately made to stop. What stopped her was a new voice.

"Oh hello, hello! I do believe my children have finally hit the jackpot!" said a woman from somewhere unseen.

"The hell!? Who's there!?" Shaylor shouted, whipping her head about to find the source.

"Oh settle down, you're going to make yourself dizzy," said the voice, "Now let me just have a look around in here for a moment. Ah, yes, there we are. Your name's Shaylor. Mind if I call you Shay?"

The dragoness blinked at the odd question, more that it didn't seem appropriate for what was happening at that moment. None of the acolytes had been speaking, and they all simply stared up at her in wonder. She had gained some height in the process as well, at least a third of a meter, perhaps more.

"Uh... sure? I mean, really only my friends call me Shay." the blue lady answered.

Whispers began to pass between the acolytes. They sounded excited by whatever was happening to the scaled creature they had just made bigger, in a variety of ways.

"Alright Shay. I'm Min, but you can call me Minnie if you like. I think it's kind of cute. You have just been a part of a ritual that was meant to summon me so that I could rule over these silly little boys. They still think I'm like the big, bad gods and goddesses from ancient times. You know, the sort that would choose a mortal to use as an avatar, to walk among mortals and all that jazz?" the disembodied voice explained.

"Ritual... to summon a goddess," Shaylor said slowly, lifting a paw to slap herself in the face, "Make her pleasing to your eyes... they wanted to use me as a vessel for you."

More excited whispers followed, making the dragoness frown angrily down at the zealots who had done this to her.

"That's right!" Minnie said melodically, drawing out her words as though singing them, "But don't worry, I'm not any sort of evil, vengeful immortal demanding all bow before me and serve as my slaves. I'm just your average, run of the mill, lower-tier goddess of sex and lust and sensuality who prefers to watch. And I gotta say, they gave me one hell of a bombshell to ride around in! You are absolutely gorgeous! We're gonna end up real good friends, real fast!"

"I came here to have them remove a hex that someone put on me last night!" Shaylor growled, glaring down even harder at the acolytes who were now beginning to turn from awe to fear, "And they decided I was just the perfect test subject for their little ritual!"

As she showed her displeasure for the shorter ones around her, her eyes began to glow with an eerie pale blue light, signaling that she was indeed in possession of some interesting and possibly frightful power. The acolytes took it to meant they had displeased their goddess and cowered away.

"Shay, honey. Take it easy. It's gonna be fine. We're gonna have a lotta fun together. I promise." Minnie said.

"Fun!? You think being constantly in a mind-altering heat is fun!? You think being transformed against your will is fun!? I ought to squash every single one of these little punks!" the dragoness practically roared.

Then, Jacob's warning echoed in her mind. She was losing control of herself. Her rage quickly melted to lust and she moaned, buckling next to the altar. One of her paws moved to her still completely rigid shaft, pumping furiously over it. She didn't care that others were watching, she simply needed the relief.

The acolytes quickly moved to try and offer what assistance they could. Initially, she didn't accept it, but when it became clear they were trying to help her reach climax, she decided 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' and right at that moment, her enemy was that blasted heat.

"I... can't... live like this... make them change... me back... please." the dragoness panted.

"Now why would you want to change back? You're stunning!" Minnie replied.

"Oh great one, does your new vessel not please you? Why do you ask us to undo what cannot be undone?" the coyote asked, sounding as though he believed he was talking to the voice in Shaylor's head and not Shaylor herself.

"Can't be undone!?" the dragoness shouted, not intending to.

She tipped her head back and roared, her shaft spasming as it put the drainage channels in the floor to the test. What felt and looked like a few bucketfuls of viscous, white essence gushed out across the stone under-paw. Thankfully for them, none of the cultists had been standing in the way. Otherwise they might have been knocked to the ground by the force of the eruption.

"Yup, sorry babe, there's no going back. You and me, we're stuck together. And you get to keep this rockin' new bod!" Minnie said.

"I can't... I can't... this isn't... I'll never be able... to live... a normal life... again! This is all their fault!" Shaylor cried out, wanting to glare at the acolytes, but the power of the lust ripping through her transformed it into an almost hungry look.

"You really want to punish them don't you?" Minnie asked, "You know, that could be fun. I've got a few thoughts on that actually. Hope you had a light breakfast, new bestie."

Shaylor's eyes flashed, turning a solid pale blue glow. The look of hunger melted into an expression of amusement. Minnie's sultry voice oozed out of the dragoness as she stood up, taking full control over the body she now shared.

"Do I... have the honor... of speaking to... our great goddess? Mother of all that is sensual and pleasing?" the coyote asked.

"Mmm, that's right you do. Though, I gotta say, the decor here is a little drab. I was hoping for something a little more modern. My new bestie--Shay--and I, we're gonna go have some fun. Paint the town red. I know you were hoping you could keep me here so I could make sure you, my most loyal followers, would get to know only an existence of everlasting delight... but... that's boring. Because there's nothing new about it. I've done that before and I'm tired of it. Now, before we head out, I think my girlfriend needs a little snack to get the pep back in her step. Care to volunteer?" Minnie asked.

"Snack... I... I don't understand..." the coyote replied, confused.

"You will in a bit." Minnie said.

She reached forward, gripping the coyote's robes. She lifted him into the air and brought him in close, pressing his muzzle to hers for a brief kiss. Then, she opened her maw wide and gingerly shoved his head in. With practiced skill, specifically in the use of a few fundamental magic spells, the dragoness, driven by a goddess, stripped the acolyte of his clothing completely. His robes and undergarments were cast away by the invisible forces she had summoned.

The first gulp was noisy, and it stretched the dragon's throat. Shaylor, who was able to experience it all in just as raw and visceral a presence as Minnie, was lost to her lust-fueled haze. She could taste the coyote, feel him squirm, hear her own stomach growl. She wanted to devour him. Or was it Minnie who wanted it and she was being made to share that desire? It was virtually impossible to tell where the dragoness ended and the goddess began.

Another swallow tugged the startled canid's chest into the blue lady's throat. She moved her paws to grip him at the hips, lifting him up into her muzzle each time she gulped. Her throat bulged and squirmed, delighting Minnie, which Shaylor was able to revel in, directly. Another heavy gulp tugged him right to his waist, and the dragoness lifted her chin, letting gravity assist in her meal. A series of quick, rapid gulps brought the coyote's legs in, right up until his paws vanished into the lady's maw. Her stomach swelled outward powerfully as he landed inside it with a bounce, turning about and struggling to find a way to atone for whatever transgression had brought this fate upon him.

"Oh great goddess Min! Please, I beg of you! Show mercy! I thought you would be pleased with the new form we had offered you! Please tell me what I have done to anger you!" he cried, his voice muffled from under layers of muscle and scale.

A belch sounded in the chamber, startling the other acolytes and making them cower away in fear. They didn't want to be the next course. Or did they? There was some discussion going on between them that perhaps that was the gateway to the life of eternal delight they had been promised by their odd, misguided beliefs.

"Mmm, not bad, not bad. Pretty tasty. You probably should lay off the 'ceremonial cologne' though. It's a bit too strong," Minnie said as she ran a paw over her gut, delighting in his squirms, "And you're being punished for performing the ritual on a young lady who had not agreed to it. Shame on you. Maybe some time in there will make you a little more cautious in the future."

With that, the glow in Shaylor's eyes faded and she was permitted to resume control over herself. It was a sudden and powerful shock to the system, even though she had been experiencing it all along. She hunched forward, moaning loud enough to echo through the temple, then loosed another heavy burp.

"Holy fuck... I... I didn't... want to eat him!" she complained, then groaned again, "But why does it feel so good!?"

"Because honey, you're with Minnie now! And Minnie makes sure you feel good all the time. Now, what was it you came here for? Something about a hex?" the goddess in Shaylor's mind asked, beginning to sift through the lady's memories once again, "Oh right, yeah. A curse that causes an intense, unstoppable heat. Nothing you do seems to make it go away. If you ask me, that sounds kinda fun! I dunno why you'd wanna get rid of that!"

"I can't focus at work like this... hell, I don't think I'll be able to ever show my face there again now that I look like this. Please... I just want to go back to normal." Shaylor begged through her moans, her stomach gurgling and churning away as its contents continued trying to find a way out of the prescribed punishment.

He couldn't help but think if this had been done not as a means of reprimand, it might actually be rather enjoyable. The conversation about Shaylor's belly being the gateway to eternal delight reached his ears and he paused, thinking that might be the case. The tone in the dragon's belly shifted from one of struggle to survive, to a desperate need to pleasure her, hoping it might result in her showing him favor.

Shaylor shivered and clutched at her stomach, desperately wanting to just grind it down against her still throbbing shaft. A paw lifted away from her belly, not under her control, and began to slowly massage one of her breasts. It felt so pleasant, the delicate touch and understanding of how her body worked. She could have just let herself be taken by that. But the rational side of her mind would let it prevail.

"What... do I do... now? I have to... get him out of me. I have to... change back. I have to... lift the curse." Shaylor said through her throaty moans.

"We don't let him out. We don't change back. And as for the curse," Minnie sighed, "I guess we could try someone else. If I remember correctly, there should be a temple to the goddess Tela. She's an old friend of mine, another 'lesser deity'. I'll bet her followers might know a thing or two about this. If you're really so interested in getting rid of what I think is a pretty great 'curse', then that's probably your best shot."

"Temple... of Tela... okay. I think... I think I've driven past that... before. I just... need to get dressed. And get this guy out of me. I can't go out like this." Shaylor said.

"Sure you can!" Minnie said encouragingly, "It'll be fine!"

"Fine? Fine how? Also, can you do something about maybe not being just a voice in my head? I feel like a crazy person," the dragoness said, then shuddered and tipped her head back in a long, loud groan, "A crazy person who can't seem to get off enough! Fuck, why does what he's doing have to feel so damn great!?"

"You want to skip the disembodied voice? Okay, I can do that," Minnie said, suddenly appearing in front of the blue lady as a feline dressed in clothing that didn't exactly cover but certainly accentuated her features, small enough to stand in the palm of one of Shaylor's paws, "There we go, now you know what I look like. Just think of me as that little guy on your shoulder helping encourage you to do stuff."

"What, like my own little shoulder devil trying to make me do bad things?" Shaylor asked as she raised an eyebrow.

"Whaaaaaat!? No! I would never! I only wanna make you do -good- things! Things you'll enjoy! Sure it might be naughty, but that's the fun of it! Now c'mon, let's get going! I can't wait to show you off to Tela! She's gonna be so jealous!" Minnie said, immediately hopping over onto the dragon's shoulder.

The concerns about decency and removing the coyote from her stomach were suddenly gone. Shaylor simply stood, shuddering as the weight tugged on her spine, forcing her to lean back as if she were pregnant. It was breathtakingly stimulating. She wanted to stop then and there and work her paws over herself again. But that would just slow her down.

She began to waddle out of the temple, the acolytes too afraid to stop her. As she emerged into the sunlight again, she found she didn't really care about the odd looks she started receiving. Minnie was whispering all sorts of things in her ear that made it hard to bother with giving them any space in her lust-addled mind to think about them.

The blue dragoness turned and began waddling down the street, leaving a sticky trail behind her as she went. The phrase "you'll walk your snack off before we get there" entered her head, suggesting a fate for the coyote. And yet, she still couldn't find reason to complain anymore. And the heat burning away between her legs didn't seem quite so awful. Maybe Minnie's company was helping her learn to contend with it. The two conversed, learning about one another, though it looked like the blue dragoness was just talking to herself the whole time. Slowly, her stomach flattened out, groaning audibly as the canid she had devoured was made use of.

Some time after the three remaining acolytes had hosed down the summoning chamber, the coyote simply appeared, as if blinking into existence, sitting on top of the altar. He was disoriented and confused, unsure what exactly had happened. He remembered being eaten, and then fading away. He knew his goddess had chosen to digest him. And yet he was alive again. Was he not worthy of eternal delight?

"We must do better, apply ourselves to the goddess' will. She has returned me here because my work is not done," the coyote said, "She is headed to the Temple of Tela. We must prepare to come to her aid against the heretics should she call upon us!"

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"Okay, now take a left here." Minnie said, still sitting on Shaylor's shoulder.

The blue dragoness panted as she tried to focus, desperate to not think about the burning need to rut or be rut consuming her from below. She stumbled from time to time as she walked down the street, her length fully exposed and drooling, leaving a trail on the sidewalk. Her chest was similarly uncovered. No one seemed to be bothered enough to call the police on her. She was awfully tall, and looked strong enough to overpower just about anyone after all. Instead, they just slowed down and stared. Once or twice, there was a near accident by a couple of passing drivers. She was a rather sizable distraction. A tall, blue dragon, her clothes in tatters, inappropriately uncovered, fully aroused, walking down the street; of course she was drawing attention.

"Turn... left... and how much further... to this temple?" Shaylor asked, panting away.

Those who passed her thought she was talking to herself. None could see the manifestation of the feline deity on her shoulder, whose domain just happened to be bound up in lust and sex. She was a sandy-colored cat, clad in the garb one expected the high born of the ancient desert world of the mid-east to wear. And she just sat there, drinking in the sensations she was being fed by the scaled woman she now inhabited.

"A couple of blocks, not too far. Just keep your eyes forward, don't concern yourself with all these little pipsqueaks staring at you. If you really wanted to, you could step on them. Or maybe eat one or two like that tasty coyote fellow." Minnie said, clearly trying to tease the poor girl.

"Please don't make me do that again. I don't want to kill anyone else." Shaylor whimpered.

"What? He's not dead! He woke up back at the temple after you finished him off! I made sure of it! You really think I'm gonna make you do something permanent like that?" Minnie asked.

"Well... look at me. You said I'm stuck like this from now on." the blue lady replied.

Again, a couple of passers-by gave her a look of shock at her nudity, then a look of concern, thinking her deranged to be talking to herself like that.

"Yeah, I know. But that's different. You actually like being this big. You keep saying you don't, but I can see into your mind. I know you are in love with it, you just don't want to admit it to yourself. As for gobbling up the naughty doggy who did this to you, he probably enjoyed the whole process once he realized he was gonna be fine. And you can't tell me you didn't enjoy that. I'm in your head. I feel what you feel. And you were fighting to keep from jerking it right there on the street when you finished him." Minnie said, grinning as she leaned in against the dragoness' cheek, giving it a kiss.

"If I admit that I enjoyed eating and digesting him, will you actually help me fight back against this hex thing?" Shaylor asked.

"What makes you think I can do anything about it? I already told you I don't know how to remove it." the ancient, low level goddess replied.

"You took over for a little while, so you could eat your little cultist buddy, which you said you wouldn't do. I'm still a little salty about that. You didn't seem to be too bothered by the hex when you did. You just plowed on through whatever it was you were doing without worrying about being in unending heat." the dragoness said.

"Yeah, I don't usually do that. But, you felt like you needed a little help dealing with the situation, so I thought I'd lend a paw. And I suppose you're right. I'm used to dealing with constant lust so it doesn't bother me nearly as much as it would someone who's never had to put up with it as you like to think of it. I prefer the idea of 'getting to enjoy it' myself. I love that feeling, being insatiable, always looking for the next fix. That hunger, that desire, how it just never goes away. Mmm, they couldn't have picked a better bestie for me to be stuck with." Minnie said with a giggle.

"Right, 'getting to enjoy it'. Sure. Can you help at all? I can't really think straight. It's taking everything I've got just to follow your directions to this Tela place." Shaylor complained.

"Fine, I'll help. I wanted to just let you bask in all this delicious horniness, but you're still new to it so I'll play fair. I won't take full control, but I will give you a little more focus." the feline goddess said.

Shaylor stopped walking as she waited for Minnie to do as she had said she would. For a brief moment, nothing happened, then the dragoness gasped, arching her back a little. Her eyes flashed and glowed softly, her pupils no longer visible to anyone looking back at her from outside. She lifted a paw to gaze at it, turning it one way, then the other.

Her vision had changed, sharpening into remarkable focus. Before today, the dragoness thought perhaps she might need glasses. Now, she could see just as well as she had when she was a little girl. Her vision was perfect. The strain in her lower back from contending with the new, expansive, weighty bust was gone. Her legs no longer ached from how far she had walked. She felt completely fresh and energized, and while the heat burning away in her loins was still just as powerful as ever, she didn't seem to feel quite so mired by it.

It was remarkable, like the difference between night and day. Shaylor felt better than she ever had in her life. All the new strength her densified musculature had provided now felt readily available, like she could pick up a small car and juggle it overhead. She stood herself upright and resumed walking, marveling at how much a difference Minnie's influence made. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing having a goddess in her head after all.

"Holy crap. I feel like a damned superhero! What did you do!?" Shaylor cried, turning to find her feline friend sitting on her shoulder had vanished.

"I'm giving you a little boost. This is really what the blessing was supposed to feel like. But that hex kinda muddied things a bit, took me a few moments to really get a feel for what was going on. I won't be able to keep this up forever, it might burn you out and then you'll end up asleep for a week or something trying to recover. But, just like exercising, the more often we do this together, the longer you'll be able to maintain it. In a couple of months, I'll bet you'll be able to leave it on full time, even when you're asleep, and you'll be just fine." Minnie said, her voice surrounding Shaylor inside her mind.

"We're not... gonna become one person, one mind, one soul or whatever, are we?" the blue lady asked.

"Hey, that's only if you wanna go that route. Honestly, I'm good just like this. I love seeing through your eyes and how you interact with the world. Oh, hang a right at the next corner." Minnie said.

"I think I'd like to stay me, but... having a goddess helping you out doesn't sound so bad if it's like this." Shaylor said.

"See!? I knew we'd be besties!" the hidden feline giggled.

The two continued to chat, the dragoness learning about the cat's past, how she came to be, what she did between the times she had someone hosting her, things of that sort. It was rather interesting hearing a first hand account of ancient civilization. Minnie even promised to let Shaylor see some of her memories sometime.

Eventually, the pair reached the front steps of the temple they had sought. This one was built to a very different standard. It looked like a large, wooden house of ancient design but very well maintained, as though whoever lived there took great pride in keeping it in good order. As the dragoness approached, she picked out details, like the ornamentation at the edges of the roofline where it came to a peak on each end, the scale-like styling of the shingles, and a lack of any large windows.

It suggested it belonged to a culture that came from somewhere in the far north, somewhere very cold and damp. Images of burly men and women in longboats wearing helmets with horns flashed in her mind. Minnie picked up on the blue lady's thoughts and she giggled, seeing the direction her hostess was thinking.

"You're right, you know. That's the sort of people who used to build this kind of temple. Go on, go inside. The folks here are pretty friendly, so long as you don't try to pick a fight." the deific cat said.

"So, do I have to slam down a tankard of mead and tell stories of my heroic deeds before they'll help me?" Shaylor asked as she began to walk towards the front doors.

Before Minnie could answer, her boon faded, leaving the dragoness to crumple visibly. She gasped as the uncontrollable sensation of the lust overwhelmed her again. Her senses dulled again, making her regret having experienced the heightened state in the first place. She wanted it back. She wanted it badly.

"Whoa there, take it easy now. I told you it wouldn't last long. You can't use it for too long or you'll burn out, remember? Just take a few deep breaths and you'll be fine. And no, you don't need to do any of that stuff," Minnie said, trying to comfort her 'bestie' as she reappeared on her shoulder, "Ya know... unless you really want to. Sounds kinda fun to me. I'll bet you're a real party girl when you're off your chair drunk!"

"Whatever... just... lemme get inside... maybe they can help." Shaylor said through her pants for breath.

The azure dragon stumbled forward, pushed open the doors, and almost fell to the floor as she was overcome by the heat. It was as if the intensity of it had built up during her brief immunity to it. Or perhaps it was more just she had built up something of a desensitization, and Minnie's boon had robbed her of it.

"Wow, okay. Next time, instead of cutting you off cold turkey, let's try slowly turning the volume down, give you a chance to acclimate again." the goddess said.

"Now who is this familiar voice I hear? It sounds like a certain very naughty kitty I used to be friends with, but it can't be! She's been cooped up in her own temple for ages!" sounded a new voice Shaylor did not recognize.

"Heeeey guuuurl! You know it's me! I'm back out on the town and I got me a new bestie to show off!" Minnie called back, suddenly sounding like a social media celebrity with the tone of voice she had shifted to.

"Wow, you aren't kidding! She's quite the looker!" the voice answered.

"Who are you talking to?" Shaylor asked, trying to prop herself back up and get onto her paws.

"That's Tela! Since you've got me in your head, you can perceive things no ordinary mortal can, like gods and goddesses who haven't got a physical form! Among other things," Minnie said, taking control just ever so briefly to direct the dragon's vision in the appropriate direction, "Say hi to Tela, northern goddess of fertility and pregnancy and stuff like that!"

Shaylor looked in the direction she had been made to, finding a figure that was almost as tall as she was, though a very different sort. This lady was covered in bright red plumage, trimmed in orange and yellow. It gave her the appearance of being alight with flames. She was a phoenix, and a beautiful one. Her figure wasn't nearly as exaggerated as the blue lady's, nor the cat Shaylor could see brief glimpses of in her mind, little snapshots of the feline's 'true form'.

The bird wore attire that was appropriate for the northern regions, thick and heavy for warmth, yet still flattering on her. She had a kind smile and eyes that glowed a soft, pale gold, the light filling them completely such that she had no pupils or irises to speak of. She had an air of regality about her, which was fitting given that she was a goddess.

"It's... um... an honor... to meet you," Shaylor said, still trying to get a handle on herself before trying to whisper to Minnie, "Am I supposed to bow? She's a goddess after all."

"Honey, if you want to have a private conversation with your new 'bestie' as she put it, you are going to have to learn to think what you want to say rather than just saying it. I can hear you. And you don't have to bow. It's fine. You're on the 'V.I.P. list' as it were, what with Minnie riding shotgun." Tela said, her voice just as kind as her smile.

"Oh... um... thanks?" Shaylor said before moaning and doubling over again, cupping her paws to her groin.

Tela blinked as she watched, then turned her gaze to Minnie.

"She's really in a bad way. What's the deal? Did you're followers do something to her?" the avian put her wing-hands on her hips.

"What!? No!" Minnie shot back, then paused before continuing, "Well... nothing bizarre. Nothing grotesque. Besides, she came to my temple looking for help for what ails her. This is a pre-existing condition and unfortunately, I'm not the specialist she needs. We were hoping you might be able to do something about it."

"I dunno, what I'm seeing isn't really familiar to me but it may just be I need to dig around in the mess of it. We should get her somewhere she can relax." Tela said.

As if she had summoned them, three figures dressed in garb not dissimilar to the avian entered the greeting hall and moved to assist the dragoness. There was a distinct lack of nefarious purpose to their actions, but Shaylor was still a bit weary.

"Hey, what are you... stop... where are you taking me!?" the dragoness cried.

"Anyone can see you're in need of aid. Please, come with us and we'll try to make you as comfortable as possible." said a tall--though not as tall as Shaylor--she-wolf with several small braids in her hair, each one ending in a different charm.

The dragoness thought to struggle for a moment, but then gave up. She couldn't resist them when she was in such a state. They helped her back onto her paws and guided her deeper into the building, leading to a room that looked like it might have once been where a king or queen sat on their throne. That regal chair was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was a much more modest furnishing near the center of the room, looking like it might be meant for an honored guest.

"You're not... going to do anything... weird to me... are you?" Shaylor panted out as she was eased into the chair.

"They're going to take care of you sweetie. You're in a pretty bad way from what I can tell. All pent up and nowhere for that energy to go. Minnie, love, would you care to explain a bit more about what's going on? I don't think your friend here is going to be clear headed enough to be able to say much." Tela said, turning to the feline for answers.

The goddess already attached to Shaylor began relaying all she knew of the situation to the phoenix, leaving out nothing, including the rather sordid details of how she came to be bound to her and how enjoyable that was. Tela's followers were busy removing the dragon's tattered clothing, giving her something to put on that might do a better job of keeping her warm. It was shockingly cool in the temple. While it might have appeared to be an ancient structure, they clearly had state of the art air conditioning installed.

After she was clothed, though only loosely with a thin robe that was surprisingly cozy, one of the acolytes began massaging her paws. It was then that Shaylor realized the kind of damage walking barefoot on the concrete sidewalk of the city had done to her soles. The intensity of the fire burning away had masked the discomfort and injuries she had sustained. But with careful, practiced skill, those wounds were fading. The pain dissolved like a wisp of smoke in the wind and soon the massage turned far more pleasant, making the lady practically melt in her chair. It didn't help the yearning gnawing hungrily at her.

"Interesting, a hex that produces and unending, insufferable, impossible to ignore heat. And no amount of stimulation can sate it. I don't think I've encountered anything like it." Tela said, her voice suggesting a sense of wonder.

"You almost sound jealous, hun." Minnie said with a grin.

"I suppose I sort of am, jealous that I didn't think of it first. It looks like it was meant to behave like an illness that is transmitted through sexual contact, but it doesn't look contagious. I think it was supposed to purely be a form of punishment for a singular victim. She must have pissed off someone real good." Tela said.

"A magic-based STI that makes you unbelievably horny? That sounds like the most enticing end of all intelligent life on the planet." Minnie said with a giggle.

"Which is why I'm glad it isn't designed to be spread. Still, I'm not sure I can do anything from here. I'd have to get in there and dig around to see if I can untie it. Your followers did a number on it though. I can see how they tied it up in an even bigger knot when they transformed her." the avian said.

"Wh-what would it take... to make it stop? Tell me what to do..." Shaylor panted.

"Like I said, I can't do anything from here. I would need to get in there and dig around," Tela looked back to Minnie, "Do you plan on keeping her?"

"Oh hell yeah! She's already proven to be a lotta fun! And once I get her used to this hunka-hunka-burnin'-magic thing, we're gonna have a blast! Why? You're not planning on kicking me out so you can take my place just to turn off the heater are you?" Minnie asked, narrowing her eyes a bit.

"You know I'd never try to exorcise you from a willing host," the bird paused, "She... -is- willing, isn't she?"

"She didn't know what she was getting into at first, but she's coming around." the feline grinned.

"You know... I can hear both of you. You don't have to talk like I'm not here." Shaylor said.

"Forgive me, miss... who are you talking to?" asked the wolf with the braids in her hair.

"Oh... sorry... I was just talking to god... er... goddess. Your boss lady and the cat lady in my head were being very rude, talking about me like I couldn't hear them," Shaylor said, then moaned, "Oh god, the guy down there working on my paws... he's amazing."

"Yes, he is quite the skilled healer. I'm not sure I understood you correctly. Did you say you can here the voice of Tela? She speaks to you?" the wolfess asked.

"What? Yeah. Minnie being in my head makes it possible for me to see and hear deities apparently. Your boss lady's very pretty." Shaylor said, practically melting into the chair.

Immediately, the she-wolf backed away, pulling the other two acolytes with her. They began whispering to themselves, shocked by the revelation that this curious, exceptionally well-endowed dragoness could hear and speak to their goddess.

"This is kinda why we do what we do. It's a bit of a habit. If we try to have a conversation with you directly and you haven't learned how to think what you want to say to us, then you end up looking like a bit of a loon," Tela said, "And I'm almost tempted to ask if you've got room for one more, because what Minnie's been telling me sounds like you've both had quite a bit of fun."

"Fun to her... frustrating for me," Shaylor replied, "But... I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy any of it at all. And what do you mean room for one more? I've already got one goddess in me, I really don't need two. The whole split-personality thing isn't really something I'm interested in exploring."

"Well, I'm afraid you may not have much of a choice, dear. Have a look." Tela said, pointing to the three acolytes now surrounding the chair in a circle.

They had begun chanting with their arms extended and their eyes lifted to the high ceiling. The language they spoke was beyond Shaylor's understanding, but it sounded old and of a sort common among the far north. They were beginning some sort of ritual. Just like the acolytes from Minnie's temple!

"What... are they doing!? They're not... oh god, please tell me they aren't!" Shaylor cried in alarm.

"Better make room, Minnie! I'm comin' in!" Tela shouted as her entire form shimmered brightly.

She shattered into a cloud of red sparkles, looking like tiny rubies glistening in the light of the torches and candles. The mass that was the phoenix swirled about, surrounding the dragoness as she wriggled and squirmed, crying out as a second goddess was being summoned into her. It didn't seem to make much sense to her. Tela was there, in her temple. They didn't need to summon her at all. But rational thought was quickly pushed aside as her entire form tingled and heated up. She felt as though the fires between her legs were suddenly covering her entire body, making her cry out. Her mast throbbed hard as she was made a vessel for another deity, writhing about as she tried to pleasure herself.

One paw wrapped around her aching member while the other pushed down to her quivering folds, both working furiously to tend to the intense need that had roared into an inferno within her. She could hear both Tela and Minnie giggling in her thoughts, no doubt tinkering with her, driving her to this lustful act. But it didn't matter. She needed release, now. The chanting of the acolytes continued as the swirling cloud shrank, pulling into the blue dragoness. Then, with a clap, there was a flash of light and the cloud was gone.

Shaylor loosed a roar that shook the walls. Her efforts to pleasure herself were finally rewarded with results. Her spire pulsed hard, sending a fountain of white into the air. It would have come splattering back down on her if she were reclined back further, but instead it splashed on the floor, creating a sizable puddle of sticky dragon seed. Her nethers pursed around her fingers and soaked her paw, as well as the cushion of the chair she sat in. Her thighs quickly squeezed in together, smearing that clear honey across her scales. She was a mess all over again, just like at Minnie's temple, though the fountain of white had missed her this time.

The dragoness slowly settled back in her chair, huffing as she was blessed with sweet relief from the burning heat. It was a short respite. It quickly began to build back up within moments, making her moan and squirm unhappily. The addition of the second goddess had not helped anything at all. At least, not yet.

"Ugh, I don't wanna be like this forever! I don't wanna be constantly horny for the rest of my life!" Shaylor complained.

"Well take it easy and try to settle down. I'll see what I can do. You're stuck with me now so I'll do what I can to help you get rid of it, or at least contain it" Tela said in her mind.

"Two goddesses, both ruling over a domain of sex, in my head... and I've got a curse that keeps me constantly aroused. This is gonna go real well." the dragoness said.

"Hey, Tela's really good with this stuff. If she says she's going to help, believe her," Minnie said, "Besides, it might be fun having a roommate in here! Just think of all the naughty dreams we'll be able to give you! Hell, it'll be nice to actually be able to get nasty with my old friend, the dirty birdy herself!"

"You really are incorrigible. But... yes. We'll be able to give her some lovely, intimate dreams to help her relax." Tela said.

"Relax, nothing! I wanna make her wake up sticky!" Minnie replied and cackled.

"I'm never going to live a normal life again." Shaylor said, not really speaking to anyone in particular.

"Hmm," Tela hummed in disapproval, "I'm not liking what I'm seeing here. This is a very intricate spell. Whoever cast it has no doubt spent years perfecting it. I can't seem to see where it begins or ends."

"I thought you were a goddess. Aren't you supposed to be all powerful or something?" Shaylor asked, sounding worn out from all her trials an tribulations so far.

"Honey, I'm good, but I'm not that good. I'm also a lower-tier deity like Minnie here. Our domains only go so far. And... it doesn't help that the spell's been modified by the ritual that joined you with her." Tela said.

"Modified. That sounds ominous." Shaylor said.

"Yes, and... from what I can see, it's been modified by my own people binding me to you. It's why it's hard to see where things begin and end now. It's taken a bit of influence from us northern tribes. We do like our intricate knot-work." the phoenix said with a sigh.

"Great! So it's even more of a tangled mess now!" Shaylor cried, "Dammit! Why can't I just get it removed!? And now that you're in my head, do I get another crazy change like when Minnie had me blown up all over!?"

"Yes, I was about to bring that up," Tela said, "Tell me... do you like eggs?"

That puzzled the dragoness, feeling like a rather hard topic shift with no bridge to cross to get there. It was a hell of a leap, at least while she was missing a key piece of context.

"What? Eggs? Sure, I like eggs. I'm a fan of a good omelet. What's that got to do with anything?" Shaylor asked.

"Well... see, here's the thing. These people who worship me... they believe that someone is meant to come along and be my new vessel. And when I assume control of that body, I would immediately begin trying to provide their tribes with children, restore them to their once great numbers and all that," Tela said, "And... well... birds... lay eggs."

The dragoness was beginning to get the picture, but she wasn't quite certain of the full scale of the implications. Not until her belly began to swell. Shaylor jerked her eyes down to her stomach as she bulged. It grew slowly, right before her eyes. It made her cry out in surprise as the size and weight began to stretch her. Her paws moved to feel over the expanding dome, trembling powerfully as the experience drove her towards climax once more. It was a slow burn, but it was building steadily, growing more powerful as it carried on.

"Wh-what's happening!?" Shaylor cried out, trying to hide the moan she wanted to loose in those words.

"You're making eggs. Eggs that my followers believe will give them large, strong families. It's kinda what's expected of you when you're a goddess of pregnancy. Just breathe slow and deep. It'll be okay. Ride the wave. I'm right here to help you out." Tela offered, trying to comfort the dragoness.

"Oh hell yeah! This is great!" Minnie moaned happily, fully able to enjoy the experience right along with her dragon partner.

"I... I... I don't wanna be a mom!" Shaylor whined as she panted.

By now her stomach had grown so large it was lifting her expansive bust. The additional change had triggered another, making her breasts swell and leak. She was pregnant. She knew it. She was going to be a mom in spite of not at all being prepared for it. The great, pale blue dome contrasted with the darker blue of her chest. The sheer robe she had been wearing was no longer sufficient to cover her bulging stomach. It had pushed out from her so very far and so very quickly that Shaylor could no longer see her length.

She could, however, feel it. It was mashed up against the underside of her tummy, almost painfully hard from the sudden swelling in her middle. The eggs simply didn't stop forming, making her grow until she looked well past any typical pregnancy. As it continued, the growth slowed, and that came with an odd pressure. It made the blue lady wriggle in her seat as she groped at her tummy.

"Hmm, it's not shutting off on its own. I'll see if I can't find a way to slow production," Tela said, "In the meantime, you'd better find a way to relieve the pressure soon. Otherwise... well... I'm sure you can imagine what could happen."

"Relieve the pressure how!?" Shaylor practically screamed.

She could not believe the sensitivity of her stomach. It was so tightly stretched, it should be agony, and yet it was euphoric. Any attempt to stroke or squeeze the great dome brought a jolt of electricity up her spine. How could being filled with eggs feel this good? And why wasn't it putting out the fire?

"The only way a lady with a belly full of eggs can. You need to lay them." Tela answered.

"Lay them!? How!? I've never laid eggs before! And what about the kids that hatch from them!?" Shaylor tried not to scream as she arched her back.

The pressure was building, becoming too much for her to take. Then, she felt something very curious. There was a sensation of motion inside her, deep down, low in her belly, very near her groin. She gasped and her eyes bulged as the sensation of something round, roughly the size of a large grapefruit, passed through some sort of passage inside her. Then, that same object descended, feeling as though it wasn't escaping her the way she expected eggs to. Her scrotum began to bulge, making the dragoness wriggle about all the harder. She had just deposited one of her eggs into her own sac.

"Well, that's new," Tela said, not having expected the shift in location, "But it might make things a little easier. Load up and then unload them. Either by paw, or into someone."

"Into... someone... you mean... I can fuck someone... and cum eggs into them!?" Shaylor huffed, then cried out as a second egg passed through her into her scrotum to join the first.

Now that a way out had been discovered, the rest of the clutch seemed to want to follow. Her sac bulged heavily, distending out with what felt like a dozen eggs. That was where the limit seemed to be because the motion stopped and the pressure began to return. It was oddly satisfying, enticing even. Tela sighed as she sensed Shaylor beginning to lose herself to the experience.

She wasn't going to be able to do much of anything about the build-up, which meant they would likely just start popping out of her uncontrollably. That might be a little dangerous depending on the degree of force they exited with. No one needed to have an egg hit them in the face after being fired like a cannonball. Tela ceased her efforts to tend to matters behind the scenes and apologized just before assuming control.

The dragon's eyes opened wide once again, flashing with the same golden light that had filled Tela's. A soft gasp escaped her before a content smile spread across her muzzle. The blue lady stood herself up, running her paws over her swollen stomach, occasionally lifting one to give one of her breasts a gentle squeeze.

"I have to say... this one does have a very lovely form. I think I'll enjoy being a part of her. But, you should have asked her if she was willing to go through with it. You know the rules. Since you didn't consult with her first, you'll have make up for it. You need to help this poor, overwhelmed woman out." Tela said through Shaylor's voice.

The she-wolf approached, looking up in wonder at the blue dragoness with glowing eyes.

"What would you have us do, my lady?" she asked.

"I need you to undress." Tela said.

A few minutes later, all three of the phoenix's devout followers were completely nude. The she-wolf was the most unafraid of the trio, willing to do whatever her goddess needed of her. She was down on all fours, tail hoisted. Tela brought herself down onto her knees, letting that sizable member she was going to have to get more acquainted with drag slowly along the lupine's back, rubbing against the cleft of her rump.

There had been a brief discussion about Shaylor's needs, and almost no hesitation whatsoever from her followers. The wolfess trembled, not in fear but in anticipation. She was to be mated by her goddess. There could be no greater honor. Tela could sense her eagerness to please, and it gave her a little thrill of delight. She guided her dragon friend's form, taking her time in getting into position. When she finally thrust forward, the lupine woman's folds parted easily around the grand spire. That was a bit of a shock. She must have practiced with something or someone pretty large.

A loud gasp, one of shock and overwhelmed amazement, came from the wolf. Tela meanwhile simply shivered as the alien sensation washed up over her. If this was what she had been missing by not possessing both sets, then she had been missing out on quite a lot. The avian in control of Shaylor's body pushed deeper into the smaller lady's passage, doing so slowly to drink in the experience. A soft cry of elation escaped her, almost similar to the trill she would have made if she still had a bird's voice.

The wolf trembled and moved a paw to run over her stomach. She could feel a sizable bulge there, something very large swelling her outward. It was very nearly the largest thing she had felt inside her, if not the absolute largest. Her petals squeezed and clung to the invading rod, honey coating the grand mast. She even shifted her hips from side to side as she pressed back towards the dragoness. Eager thing indeed.

The pace was slow and gentle. Tela was new to sex from the male's perspective, but she was quickly growing to enjoy it terribly. Oh she would always hold the feminine side of the experience in higher regard, but she was already considering making a change to herself if ever she decided to take physical form again without needing a host. Still, having a host was usually more fun. And today was just solidifying that notion.

Tela pulled Shaylor's hips back oh so slowly, leaving a void in the wolf's middle. It made the lupine whimper, but only for a moment. The instant she began to shove back in, a long, low yowl came from the canine. There was no way she was going to top this experience, filled by a goddess. And one so tender and caring to do so slowly to let her adjust.

But it was also to give the avian hiding in the dragon's body a chance to familiarize herself with the new 'equipment' she was working with. She had eggs to lay, and this curious trick of anatomy was fascinating to her. A soft coo escaped the scaled woman as she ran one of her palms over her bloated stomach, adoring the size, weight, and pressure.

She had missed it. It had been ages since Tela last was permitted to revel in such an experience. She could feel Shaylor giving in to the moment, letting herself join in and take joy in the blissful passion. With the dragoness no longer struggling against her own desire, it made Tela's job easier. She wriggled her hips from one side to the other, gasping softly as she searched for what she needed and found it. A swell formed in the base of the dragon's shaft, the size and shape of one of the rather large eggs she carried. It stole Tela's breath away.

The phoenix had laid thousands of eggs in her time, perhaps millions. She had lost count. But never in her countless millennia had she done so like this. And usually, they weren't quite this massive. The smooth bulge began to slowly creep up her length, pressing against the lupine's already well-soaked entry. The lupine's eyes bulged as she felt that sizable lump pressing against her, forcing her to open wider still, knowing immediately what was coming.

Tela rocked her hips gently, trying to carefully help guide the concealed egg in. There was some resistance initially, but then both ladies eased into a more relaxed state and with a wet pop, the wolf's greedy petals snatched it up. The grey-furred lady filled the room with a long, drawn out moan, clearly adoring this new method of being provided eggs. She had only heard of the old ways. That was what she had prepared for, using smaller 'practice' items. This was far more pleasing than she imagined.

The avian within the dragon shuddered as she felt her egg escape her grasp, landing in the lupine's womb with a soft spurt of seed. It felt like a mini-climax, at least to Shaylor; brief, abrupt, but just as powerful. Tela had no experience with the sensation save what she felt when she joined with the dragon and the feline goddess already present. Minnie had kept to the background during all of this, simply drinking it all in. Any new experience was an adventure to her, and she was right in the thick of it.

A second swell pressed into the base of the dragon's shaft, intent on following the first. Tela was already breathless, gleefully running her fingers over her new shared form. Her pace had remained the same, slow and careful. The wolf had begun pushing back, trying to hasten the progress, wanting to please her goddess. As soon as the second egg pushed into her, then was ejected with the same pop and burst, she shuddered all over again. She ran a paw over her stomach, able to feel the two orbs she now carried, as well as that sizable length stretching her. If it was to go this gradually, she would have plenty of time to savor the entire process.

Egg after egg slipped up through Shaylor's rod at the direction of her second 'roommate'. Slowly, the she-wolf's belly swelled, hanging down under her. Her expression gradually shifted from one of overwhelmed shock to an almost drunken delight. She was in love with the weight and size of her stomach, pawing at it as she was given so much to carry. Shaylor's sac lost mass as it was deposited in the lupine, reducing the odd pressure. It had made the dragoness anxious, but it had also been strangely enjoyable. She found she missed it, as did Tela. When the last of the dozen eggs was provided to the wolf, the avian goddess began to quicken her rocking, groaning softly as she felt the true climax finally welling up inside her.

Just as she was about to reach her peak, one final egg descended from her exceptionally filled womb and immediately began to slip its way into the lupine. It worked its way up along the dragon's spire where it ran into something of a difficulty. The she-wolf felt like she was running out of room. But Tela couldn't stop. She didn't know how to call the egg back. Even as she rocked, she began to worry. She couldn't think of what to do other than to pull out. Just as she thought to attempt, her entire form stiffened and she trembled, claimed by her first true male orgasm, the first one she was permitted to experience from beginning to end.

A roar and a howl filled the room as dragon and wolf were both claimed at the same time. The final egg was forced into the lupine's well-stuffed tummy, along with a hearty blast of dragon seed. All the gaps and crevices between the round, white ovoids was quickly filled. Then, the wolf's abdomen stretched larger still. What had been a round, gravid dome with several visible lumps quickly smoothed out into a single, near spherical shape. A great splash of moisture coated the grand spire that had provided so much for her to carry, covering the groins of both lovers.

Tela panted as she slowly withdrew, feeling a deeply powerful sense of satisfaction that came with having discovered and successfully accomplished laying a clutch in so novel a way. The wolf was deep in her own sense of euphoria. She rolled onto her side and wrapped herself around her generously engorged belly. Tela took a moment to appreciate the sight, reaching down to caress the lady's stomach. She loved this moment, the sense of content she could provide someone.

"I hope you enjoy yourself. I'm... not sure if they'll hatch. But if they do, they'll be yours, not mine. And not my friend's. They will belong to you and you alone." Tela said.

Then, a sharp gasp escaped the dragoness, taking all three minds by surprise. The pressure in the dragon's tummy had forced another egg into her sac, quickly followed by another. In only precious few moments, what had been an empty scrotum, save for a small lake of seed sloshing about inside, another dozen eggs were 'loaded', ready to 'fire'. And likely, whoever received this clutch would get that final addition to make it a baker's dozen. Tela cooed and giggled softly, reaching down past the rather productive tummy to fondle the weighted sac.

"My lady," said one of the other acolytes, a densely built canine, "Are you well?"

He wasn't a wolf, but he had similar markings. His tail curled upward in a distinctive manner that suggested his breed.

"Mmm, I'm very well, thank you," Tela replied, "Which one of you wants to go next?"

The husky turned to look at the pristine white vulpine, another male. They just stared at one another for a moment as if they were about to suggest the other before themselves, then they returned their gaze to the tall, strong, very pregnant dragoness housing their goddess.

"Whichever of us you wish first." the arctic fox said.

Roughly an hour later, Shaylor was back in control. Her belly wasn't quite so angry at her for being stuffed right to the limit, but her scrotum was still weighed down by yet another clutch. All three canines lay on the floor, each swollen with their own clutch of eggs to enjoy. It had been an interesting time at this particular temple. The dragoness tried to waddle her way towards the exit, thinking it might be a wise idea to wear the sheer robe at the very least rather than nothing at all. What little it did cover, it didn't exactly conceal, but it was the best she could do on short notice.

"Okay... so... that visit didn't help things." Shaylor said, still very much aware of the powerful burning between her legs.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Tela said, "I didn't think they'd jump straight to it and bring me in on the festivities so suddenly. But at least we all had a good time, right?"

Minnie agreed enthusiastically.

"Yeah we did! I wanna find someone else to put a clutch of eggs into! That was fantastic! Are those three gonna have kids? Even the boys?" the feline asked.

"I would guess no... It's meant more to be an experience that's just for fun rather than actually give someone kids. You know, unless I 'bless' it. But this hex business has gotten itself so wound up in everything it's hard to tell. I'd like to go back and check on them in a week or so, see if they laid their eggs or if they're actually pregnant." Tela said.

"So... what now?" Shaylor asked as she turned and walked down the sidewalk, already pleased that she had the forethought to grab some footwear provided by Tela's people, "Another temple where someone's going to do something freaky to me?"

Before either of the deities residing inside the dragoness could respond, they were all distracted by a sudden, intense wave of stimulation from below. Tela was able to tell what it was immediately. She coaxed the dragoness into a crouch, coaching her to lean back and spread her legs. Shaylor did as the phoenix directed, gasping and panting as she pressed a paw to her belly. Her petals parted and pursed just as smooth, white orb began to emerge. With a gentle but firm push, it slipped out onto the sidewalk as the dragoness cried out as though someone had given her a surprise poke.

"Well, good to know that the original 'relief valve' still works." Tela chuckled quietly.

"I'm not going to do that all the time... am I?" Shaylor asked, shivering as she collected the egg, not sure what to do with it.

"Not all the time. I've slowed down your production. I'm still tinkering around in here. When I can find it, I'll hit the pause button so you won't just keep making eggs all the time. But... I would strongly recommend only letting it stop when you're full, then let production pick back up after you've 'donated' to someone." Tela said.

"So that I stay pregnant forever," Shaylor groaned, unable to find a reason to complain, "Why does being a big, scaly hen have to feel so good?"

"Because that's what I'm all about, dear," Tela replied, "Now, as for doing something about the hex, I think I know a place that might be able to assist, or at the very least give us some insight into the spell work behind it."

"A place that specializes in spells, curses, and charms that are strange and unusual?" the feline asked.

"Are you pondering what I'm pondering, Minnie?" Tela asked.

"You stop right there," Shaylor said, "I'm not going to do anything about taking over the world."

"Oh you're no fun," Minnie complained jokingly, "But no, we're not talking about that. At least not yet. Might be fun to start up a new following, a religion of people who want to get filled up with eggs from a never-ending source of them."

"No cults. I'm exhausted as it is. And you two are a bad influence on me." the dragoness panted as she waddled down the street, squeezing her thighs together as she felt a second egg trying to start heading the same direction as that last one.

"There's a temple on the other side of town that deals in weird, dark magics," Tela said, "They're pretty harmless, and rather friendly. Think happy goths. They should be able to get us some information on this hex at the very least."

"Temple that deals in weird, dark magics," Shaylor echoed, huffing as she turned and waddled to the bus stop because she wasn't going to walk all the way across town, "That means I'm probably going to end up in some kind of soul pact with a succubus or something."

"Oh they don't use soul pacts anymore," Minnie said, "Bad optics, lost a lot of business as the world grew more modern."

"They use short-term to long-term contracts to exchange pleasure for services rendered. Usually it's so they can feed on a person's lust. Often one isn't enough so they usually drag their friends in too. But it's all completely above board. You won't find a more clear-cut and fair contract than with a pleasure demon, be it boy, girl, something in between, or something beyond." Tela explained.

"Whatever. I just hope the bus driver doesn't kick me off for making a mess. I'm probably going to lay a few more eggs on the way there. What do I do with them?" Shaylor asked.

"Just give them to people. Tell them it's a blessing or something. Tell them to use it in the kitchen if you want. They're great for omelets. Lucky you, you'll be able to make those every morning!" Tela said brightly, trying to help the dragoness stay positive.

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The bus ride to the far side of town was longer than Shaylor would have liked. With two sex-crazed goddesses constantly chattering away in her head, or on her shoulders as she requested so she wouldn't feel quite so crazy, it was hard not to think about how strange this day had been so far. It started off so innocuous, save for the hex making it impossible for her to control her libido. If it had stayed like that and nothing else, it would have been a fairly unremarkable day. And yet, here she was, sitting on a bus, headed to yet another temple in the hopes of getting the hex removed. And it was after going to two other temples that had no interest or ability to help in that regard. Instead, one turned her into a muscle-bound, ridiculously endowed vessel for a goddess from an ancient desert civilization. And another summoned a goddess of pregnancy into her, basically turning her into a big, blue, scaly chicken, constantly producing and laying eggs.

Needless to say, Shaylor was feeling a little self-conscious. She had drawn plenty of stares from the other bus riders. The driver however didn't seem to pay her much mind. It made her wonder what sort of things he had seen in his time doing the job that seeing her walk on in such a state was just 'another day at work'. Did she even crack his top ten weirdest things he'd seen? Maybe he was gay and he wasn't interested in a giant, pregnant dragoness with boobs flopping around everywhere leaking milk down her front. Maybe she should have tested that theory by 'accidentally' flashing her dick at him. Maybe that would have gotten a response.

The dragoness shook her head as she tried to push such thoughts away, worried that she was slipping into an unhealthy pattern of lecherous thoughts. Minnie and Tela didn't really help. Minnie was certainly worse about it. Tela tried to reign her in, but it was clear she was still something of an enabler. Just the kind that says 'Why don't we wait until she gets home to try that? It might be illegal to do that in public.' rather than outright saying no.

"Guys, can we maybe not discuss perverted ideas to try on random strangers or with toys when we get home? It's really distracting and doesn't help with the whole being in heat thing." Shaylor whispered, just before she shivered and leaned forward in her seat.

She let out a soft moan just as an egg slipped from her petals and landed on the cushion she had been sitting on. The dragoness scooped up the egg and held it close for a moment. She lifted her gaze to peer across the crowd on the bus, all of them staring at her for various reasons. Without a word, she pushed the egg towards the man sitting closest to her, telling him to enjoy, that it would make a good omelet.

"That's what you get for trying to tell us to tone it down when you're already thinking such naughty things yourself." Minnie said with a grin.

"Minnie... you didn't make her lay that egg, did you?" Tela asked with a frown.

"No, it's just sheer happenstance. Correlation does not equate to causation." Minnie said.

Shaylor frowned and turned her head to look at the little cat on her shoulder she could only describe as 'chibi'.

"And just how the hell do you know that phrase? That only came about because of scientific advancement. Are you telling me your followers keep up to date on academia and published papers and stuff?" she asked.

"Honey," Minnie said, sighing a little, "I'm in your head. I know what you know. Granted, I'm still leafing through your childhood, but I've gotten enough of the last few years to have picked up on that little phrase. It's a good one. I like it."

"You'll have to forgive her, Shay. She's just a little single-minded. Once we all get settled in together and get used to one another, I'm sure we'll all find a happy balance we can all enjoy. It's not my first time being housed in a mortal form after all. And it's certainly not hers." Tela said.

"Yeah, about that. Why is it you two can read my mind like it's a Tikipedia article but I can't get anything from either of you? I only know what you've actually said to me." Shaylor said.

"If we opened our minds to you right now, you would be flooded with thousands upon thousands of years of memories and all the knowledge that comes with it. It would overwhelm you to the point of making you pass out. Possibly killing you." Tela said.

"Yeah, mortal brains just can't take it in all at once. Give it a little time. You'll get used to us, and then you'll be able to start peering into our heads little by little. Small moves, Shay. Small moves." Minnie added.

"Whatever. It's all so exhausting, playing host to two deities who can't really think about anything but sex. I'm not going to be able to work at the lab anymore. Not unless I'm a test subject for them to study." the blue dragoness muttered.

Thankfully, she had learned how to think what she wanted to say to her two new friends rather than saying it out loud. Otherwise, the people on the bus with her would have thought her insane as well as very inappropriately swollen in several places. The bus came to a stop at long last at the blue lady's destination and she rocked herself onto her paws, yelping softly as yet another egg escaped her, landing on the seat under her. She blushed and scooped it up before hurrying to the door. Before she stepped out, she paused, looked at the orange-sized ovoid, then pushed it into the bus driver's paws.

"Here! Think of it like... um... a tip! They're great for omelets!" Shaylor cried.

The bus driver just shrugged and moved to set it down somewhere it wouldn't roll around, then went back to looking straight ahead.

"I like frittatas better." he said, proving clearly that it wasn't the first time someone had laid an egg on his bus.

Shaylor just stared at him for a moment, trying to process his dismissive attitude to what was happening to her, and how he had just so quickly accepted the egg.

"Oh... cool." she said, then turned and tried to hurry off the bus.

Thankfully, with how many eggs she had laid while on the ride to this particular stop, she had not been given enough time to fully fill back up. Tela had managed to slow down production enough so that if she were determined enough, she could just lay everything she had and enjoy at least a few hours of being empty--or at least mostly empty--again. But chances were good she'd end up passing out halfway through the effort and wake back up filled back up again. At least she wasn't quite so big and could fit through the bus' door without needing to fight to squeeze her bloated stomach out.

Once she was on the street, she stumbled a little, still not fully used to the weight of her tummy. It made her groan as she hunched over, clutching her middle. It was just too much to ignore. There were far too many lovely little tingles that came with walking around with such a load in her womb.

"Hey Minnie, I think she likes it!" Tela said with a giggle.

"Yeah, she's gettin' into it alright. Pretty soon she'll want to stay completely full all the time. And I can't fault her. It does feel really damn good," Minnie replied, "But, we promised we'd help. Let's get you to where you're going. Just head down the street half a block. You'll know the place when you see it."

"Right... happy goths... lemme guess. They all live in some sort of nightmare mansion, black drapes, spider and bug themed decorations, lots of steampunk and Victorian era furniture, low lighting to cast lots of shadows and make everything look really creepy." Shaylor said.

"Oh you've been there!" Minnie cried happily.

The dragoness just shook her head and waddled down the sidewalk, trying her best to not give into the urge to lay another egg. At least there wasn't near the pressure anymore thanks to how many she had laid and how slow she had become in producing them. There still was plenty of pressure, just not enough to overwhelm her and make her whine and roll around on the ground. In the back of her mind, Shaylor kind of missed that. And she was shocked she felt that way.

"Don't worry, sweetie," Tela offered in a comforting tone, "Once we get you home, I'll turn it back up and get you full again. Then, once you're at your limit, I'll shut it off so you don't have to let anything out. You can just lay there on the bed and enjoy it. It's been a long time for me too, so I'm a little needy myself.

"I can't believe I'm actually wanting more. It's so unlike anything I thought I'd be into." Shaylor said.

"Hey, fetishes are just boner landmines!" Minnie said with a laugh, "You step on one, it goes off, and you think 'well I guess I'm into this now' and you just learn to live with it."

Shaylor stopped cold in her tracks, blinking softly as the statement hit her.

"I don't think I've ever heard it put like that before. But... the weird thing is, it works." she said.

"Of course it does. You're not the first one to worry about the kinky things she's into. Now, keep going. Back straight, chest out, good posture. Maybe give your hips a bit of a pop on each step. Really get into the sexy-walk." Minnie said encouragingly.

"I will not 'sexy-walk'." Shaylor replied.

She did try to straighten her back though. The posture notion sounded like a good idea. As she resumed walking, she found she couldn't help but at least try the hip-pop idea. Soon, she had gotten into a comfortable gait with it and it just came naturally. It made her realize just how easy it was to corrupt her. Minnie was dangerous and the bloated blue dragoness would need Tela's help to keep her from doing something she might later regret.

The temple in question was a brief walk from the bus stop. It was just as Shaylor had described, a mansion that looked like it belonged in a fantasy horror novel filled with unspeakable monsters that drove learned seekers of hidden knowledge mad. The odd thing about it was the sign out front. It was written in a gothic font, but what it said seemed incongruous with what the image of the place tried to establish.

--Welcome to the Temple of Our Lord of Eternal Acceptance--

Underneath it in smaller lettering, and a font that was a bit easier to read while still maintaining something of a spooky, old world feel were instructions.

--Please let yourself in and make yourself comfortable. Someone will be along shortly to assist you. We accept all major credit cards, checks, money orders, and debit cards. We do not accept FitCoin, sorry.--

Shaylor wrinkled her nose a bit, trying to understand the oddly out of place message on the sign.

"Are you sure this is the right place? It sounds... I dunno... too mainstream to be 'happy goth'." she said.

"Oh, this is the place alright," Minnie said, "Also, what's FitCoin?"

"Check her memory, region 34g, section 247 delta." Tela said.

"Wait, you can actually section off parts of my mind and identify where certain memories are stored!?" Shaylor cried out loud.

"Oh yeah! I get it now! It's some crazy idea to digitize currency. Sounds way too volatile. Like that one guy that kept trying to convince everyone to use papyrus because he was the only one who knew how to make it. When everyone else started learning how to make it, he threw himself in the river." Minnie said.

"Where he laid face up in the reeds until his wife dragged him back home. He wasn't very bright, that one." Tela said.

"Ladies... stunning revelation about how you are able to dissect my mind into discrete blocks aside, I think we should save distracting conversation until later." Shaylor said.

"Okay, sorry. Sometimes we just get caught up reminiscing about things. You'll get wrapped up in it too in a few months." Tela said.

The dragoness just shook her head once more. She was doing that a lot today. She sighed as she tried to climb the short staircase leading to the front door of the mansion. How it was called a temple confused her a bit, but given everything else that happened today, it was just another little curiosity. She opened the door, squeezed through, and closed it behind her.

The interior was just as she had figured, darkly lit, as if using candles or old gas lighting systems. It had been meticulously designed that way, but using modern materials. She could spot the LED bulbs in the 'gas' lamps. A very ornate chair caught her attention and the dragoness sat herself down in it with a huff. Loudly in her head, she hoped she didn't end up laying an egg there and make a mess on the very expensive looking piece.

It only took a few minutes of sitting there quietly for the dragoness to start to wonder about the place. She had two fonts of ancient knowledge in her head that clearly knew about the mansion. And she wasn't being helped yet.

"So... what can I expect from this place? What do they actually do here in this 'temple'?" Shaylor asked.

"Well, they specialize in strange and dark magics, like we said. How they go about it is surprisingly modern though." Tela said.

"You know how you go to a Kiwi Store to get help with your phone or JacBook Pro at their little help counter?" Minnie asked, "This'll be something a bit like that. Just don't let them talk you into upgrading anything. That's how they get you."

"Wait, what!? I don't want anyone to 'get' me again! What are you talking about upgrading!? What would they upgrade!?" Shaylor asked as she began to grow frantic.

"Upgrade your casting equipment, manuals, knowledge base access, things like that. They sucker you into a long-term contract that really isn't worth it in the long run. You're better off going third-party support. I can get you the names of a few trusted retailers." Minnie answered.

That made the dragoness calm down a bit. It did indeed sound just like a Kiwi Store. And what she encountered next solidified that exact experience comparison. A lady, appearing to be roughly Shaylor's age, came walking around the corner. She looked exactly as the dragoness would expect a goth to look. She had dark makeup, including black lipstick. Her hair was just as black with dark purple at the tips. Her black and white fur had been altered to display various tattoos that looked like casting circles or ancient incantations. What looked out of place was a name tag on her gothic, Victorian era coat and her beautiful, brilliant, bright smile. Someone definitely had sprung for braces when she was little, and it paid off. Happy goth indeed.

"Hello! My name is Tina! I'll be your alternative magic ambassador today. Are you visiting because you're interested in upgrading?" the skunk asked.

"What? Oh, no... I'm not looking to upgrade anything. I guess you could say I need... um... tech support?" Shaylor asked, sounding unsure, then paused and furrowed her brow, "What all do you guys actually upgrade besides casting stuff?"

"Oh we can upgrade a wide array of things. Perhaps you'd be interested in our 'broadening horizons' package, really opens the mind!" Tina said happily.

"Say no! Tell her no! Do not let them 'open your mind'! You're not ready!" Minnie hissed into Shaylor's ear, "Maybe in a few months but not right now!"

"Oh! I see you've already found yourself a couple of deific familiars! That's wonderful!" the skunk said.

"Wait, you can see and hear these two!?" Shaylor cried in surprise.

"I'm a class three ambassador. It means I have pierced the veil of the mortal realm and can peer into what lies beyond. It's just the thing for being able to help customers with their spiritual possessions, demonic, deific, or otherwise. We can provide you with a talisman that permits them to take corporeal form outside your body for a limited time. It takes time to craft the charm and has to be custom fit to each deity so it would be a little on the pricier side but-" Tina stopped mid-sales pitch, then looked the dragoness up and down, stopping as if intent on focusing on the blue lady's groin, "Oh... Oooooh. Yes! I can see exactly why you're here!"

"You... you can?" Shaylor asked, trying to cover her groin, a fruitless, futile effort given the size she was working with now.

"Yes, absolutely! You've got a rather interesting bit of black magic wrapped up around and running through you. I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like it. Come with me and we'll get you taken care of." Tina explained, offering a paw to guide the blue lady.

"Finally. You don't know what I've been through today just trying to get some help with this. I'd say it was torture but... that's... not entirely accurate." Shaylor said, rocking forward to climb onto her paws.

For a brief moment, she felt everything clench up, worried she might let another egg slip. Thankfully, nothing shifted loose and she was able to relax again once she was standing. The skunk guided the gravid dragoness deeper into the mansion. The whole while, Tela and Minnie were chattering away, trying to keep the conversation as quiet as possible so as to not seem rude, talking about the skunk as though she weren't present.

"This looks pretty good. I think they're gonna hook you up with a hex dispersal. She can clearly sense dark magic what with the whole piercing the veil thing. The fact that she picked up on it almost immediately is great." Minnie said.

"Yes, I agree. I think this is a good sign. Just try to relax and let them work. They are consummate professionals, if a little... quirky." Tela said.

"You won't get a complaint out of me so long as they can get this damned hex off me." Shaylor said.

The dragoness was led into a broad, open room with a very large table at one end and several chairs arranged so that anyone sitting in them could face another, no doubt excellent for fire-side chats. The whole room appeared to be some sort of library. The walls were lined endlessly with books and other era-typical bric-a-brac could be seen strewn about, strategically placed to be useful in the practices of the cult. Or shop, however it was considered. Shaylor was settled into one of the high-back chairs, finding it to be quite comfortable, and sighed once again. She had done too much walking for one day.

"When I get home, I'm going to shower to clean myself up, then I'm flopping down in bed, putting on a bad movie, and ordering take-out. I've earned a hermit day." Shaylor said.

"That sounds super relaxing! I might have to do that myself when I clock out!" Tina said with a giggle, "What's your go to for bad movies? I love classic black and white monster movies, how about you?"

"Oh," the dragoness said, "Um... I usually go for the dumb knock-offs. You know, the 'similar but legally distinct', right-to-video junk that never hits theaters unless it's a cult classic on some special event."

"Oh those are pretty great too! Well, let me just go get something, I'll be right back, then we can get you on your way to your bad movie night!" the skunk said, still flashing that winning smile.

It had taken a while, but the ambiance and Tina's expression were finally starting to make the blue lady uneasy. It was at long last beginning to feel very culty in her opinion; as though the girl, who was admittedly kind of cute, couldn't not smile. That fell in line with protocol at the Kiwi Store and their 'Prodigy Counter'.

"I like how you think, Shay," Minnie said, "A movie night does sound pretty great. What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking 'The Venusian'. It's god awful," she paused, then blushed, "Oh... um... should I not say things like that? God awful?"

"Go right ahead! I'll bet I would agree! As soon as you mentioned movie night, I locked off access to what you've seen before so I don't spoil myself!" Minnie said.

"Does it have any romance in it?" Tela asked, "I confess I'm a sucker for a happy ending where two people metaphorically ride off into the sunset together."

"No, it's not really a romance flick. It starts off trying to be a hard science fiction movie, but there's a distinct moment where the writers just said 'fuck it' and took off down a different tangent. It's bad. Really bad. Like, so bad it goes all the way around and becomes good again." Shaylor said.

It was odd. It had been less than twelve hours with these two literal gods she had in her brain, and she was chatting casually with them as if they were just a couple of girl friends. It was actually kind of nice. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad having them with her after all. Especially if she could get Minnie to kind of ease down on being such a bad influence. As they discussed the night's events, what they would order, how long they would spend in the shower 'getting clean', and what they might do after the movie, Tina came back. She was carrying a clay jar with a lid. It looked very old, as though it belonged to some long-dead civilization.

It immediately aroused the curiosity of the two deities in her mind, suggesting they knew nothing about it. That worried the blue dragoness just ever so slightly, as did some of the markings on the jar. While she couldn't read what they said, some of the images depicted suggested some very curious contents.

"I'm back! And I've got just cure for what ails you!" Tina said a little too happily.

"Yeah? And what is that exactly?" Shaylor asked.

The skunk unfastened the lid from the jar and reached in. As the dragoness leaned forward, she could see some sort of dark liquid inside, no doubt preserving some sort of item within. Was it an ingredient she would need to cast whatever dispel incantation or cantrip or whatever she needed to get rid of the hex? Or maybe it was just the house recipe for pickles. It smelled like pickles, at least at first. Then the aroma shifted, still savory, but difficult to place. It wasn't unpleasant, but it raised several questions.

As Tina pulled her paw back out, the liquid drained away to reveal an orange-sized ball of something. It was difficult to tell what it was, but it looked as if it were made of rough, unpolished stone. Then, it immediately came to life. The ball 'unwound' itself and became a little mass of tendrils that shifted in color from grey to deep, dark purple, then to a sort of muddy green. The little tentacles waved about, wagging in the air as if trying to find something to latch onto. Those that were in contact with the skunk's paws began curling around her fingers, running along her palms, and just explored her in general. It reminded the dragoness of a very small octopus, or a squid. But it didn't appear to have any sort of head. Instead, a single eye opened from in the center of the mass, swiveling about to get a look at its surroundings. Shaylor was deeply anxious now.

"Hey! What are you doing!? What is that thing!?" the blue dragoness cried out, trying to push herself away, which only resulted in sinking into the chair's back.

Tina just smiled away and lowered the little nest of tentacles down out of sight, hidden behind the mostly-egg-filled belly Shaylor was only just beginning to get used to. The sensation of flexible, boneless flesh sliding across her hide made the blue lady squeal. The little mass of tendrils began showing the same curiosity for her crotch as it had for the skunk's paws, and it was thorough. She could feel it trying to wrap around her still rigid member, though failing to reach all the way around something so girthy. It latched itself onto her sac and began feeling over the two great swells, stretching about one way, then the other, wanting to try and surround the egg-filled orbs.

The 'happy goth' wasn't having that. She had a specific destination in mind for her little friend. The skunk hoisted Shaylor's weighty scrotum up out of the way, all while the dragoness struggled to get away. Her mind was too fogged over to think clearly and realize she could hop over the arm of the chair and escape that way. The mix of fear and stimulation was a powerful cocktail, one that Minnie and Tela would have to help her learn to contend with.

Tina coaxed the little squid-like thing around behind the plump, over-filled bulges, introducing it to the quivering, well-soaked cleft hidden just behind it. Here, the little tentacle creature grew intensely enthused. It slipped one of its limbs in, then several more followed, working to spread her wide open. Shaylor squealed again, wriggling her hips to try and pull away in futility. The little monster had gotten a firm grip somehow and was pulling itself in. With a quick, sudden little slurp, it was gone. The dragon's nethers closed behind it.

"Oh god! It's inside me!" Shaylor practically screamed.

"Yeah and it feels really weird! I like it!" Minnie cried out, letting herself indulge in the moment.

"Not helping, dear." Tela said.

"Screw helping! I'm loving this!" the cat fired right back.

Shaylor just whimpered and squirmed about, able to feel the little orange-sized thing slither its way deeper into her, reaching her womb in very short order. She could swear she could feel it moving its way between all her eggs, but she couldn't be completely sure. The dragoness clutched her belly and huffed, terrified at what might be happening inside her. What was that thing going to do?

"What the hell did you put inside me!?" the blue lady practically roared, then moaned as she felt something more.

Whatever that thing was, it suddenly felt like it could reach out far further than it had once appeared to be able. The dragoness' eyes rolled back in her head as she felt those curious, exploring limbs trying to push their way back out of her. She could distinctly feel her canal occupied by something, and it wasn't an egg. Soon, her petals bloomed open again and a collection of tentacles--longer and thicker than she remembered seeing going in--slithered out, feeling over whatever of her they could reach. And that included her sac and shaft.

"Oh that's our god!" Tina said happily, almost as if she were explaining the newest features to be included in the latest phone, "It's in an immature state. It needs a host capable of sustaining it with the dark magic it feeds on to survive. In a few months, it will mature and be ready to be born. When that time comes, it will take us, its chosen followers, as part of itself and share is grand, cosmic wisdom with us so that we may in turn share it with the world! Isn't that neat!?"

"I don't want another god inside me! Get it out! Get it out!" Shaylor screamed, half in rage and fear, half because this 'god' thing that was slithering around between her legs was doing things she could not help but melt into.

She felt the now oddly familiar sensation of something trying to escape her womb and push into her masculine features. It wasn't an egg. Instead, she felt several, long, smooth, wriggling appendages feeling around inside her sac, then more pushing up along her shaft. In but only a few moments, they emerged from the end of the dragon's spire and she cried out. It felt as though she had been struck by orgasm, and yet it just wouldn't stop. It was far too powerful and exhilarating for her to hate. But there was the fact that it was a foreign creature that was supposedly going to feed off her black magic.

That caught in her mind. Would it eat up the curse and then leave? Was that it's purpose? How did it get so big so fast?

"Easy now. Just breath, Miss. If you'll take a moment to settle, I'm happy to answer questions but maybe not so many all at once!" came a new voice.

Shaylor was used to someone speaking in her head at this point. But the oddity of this was while it was clearly in her head, it gave the impression that it wasn't coming from her head like Minnie and Tela. There was some sort of sophisticated telepathic trickery going on to make it feel like this voice was coming from deep down, very low inside her belly. Shaylor panted and dropped her gaze to the swollen dome, now able to feel more of those tendrils dragging away against the walls of her womb. She could even see them make subtle distensions in her tummy as they pushed outward.

"Who... who the hell... are you!?" she huffed.

"Well, there's no reason to be rude about it, but then I suppose you did kind of get me pushed on you without an explanation, so I'll not hold that against you. Anyway, proper introductions," the voice was very friendly and well-spoken, like a well-read gentleman, "My name is Lawrence. I was never provided a surname. And it is not uncommon for those who do take the time to speak with me to call me 'Larry' for short. I'll not mind if you use the nickname. I suspect your next question will be -what- am I. I'm afraid Tina has been misinformed. I am not a 'god'. My species is Parateuthis Krakata. I'm loosely related to various cephalopods you're familiar with, like squids and octopuses. In modern vernacular, I suppose you could say I'm your friendly neighborhood tentacle monster." explained the creature calling himself Larry.

"Okay... that's who and what... but... why!?" Shaylor huffed, "What are you doing in there!? Why are you doing it!? How did you suddenly get so big!?"

Neither Minnie nor Tela were able to help. They were too wrapped up in the sensations of what 'Larry' was doing to their host's well stretched, well stimulated form. They did however moan and cry out, making it difficult for Shaylor to focus on this third voice touching her mind.

"I tend to keep myself rather small until I can find someone willing to host me. Then I can stretch out to quite remarkable lengths to help facilitate what it is I do. I'm an explorer. I enjoy investigating all manner of biology, and yours is quite fascinating! I do hope you don't mind me getting to know it better." Larry said.

"Does that... mean you're going... to help me... get rid of this damned hex!?" the dragoness asked, squeezing her belly.

She couldn't help but press in against the tendrils pushing out under her paws. It was too tempting not to, and the resulting delight far too powerful to cease. The reaction she got was additional pressure from the limbs slipping against her insides, almost as if Larry was trying his best to give her what he perceived she desired. It was remarkable.

"Oh, yes... the hex. Once again, Tina has misinformed you. I do not actually interact with dark magics in that manner. I do not feed on them, nor do I intend to be 'reborn to conquer the world' as she explained, though worded it differently. Terribly sorry, Miss." said the hidden beastie wriggling around in the wobbling dome.

Yet again, Shaylor had been led to believe she was going to be cured, and in fact, she had been led astray. She turned her gaze to the skunk, glaring daggers at her for letting this slippery, undeniably enjoyable little creature into her womb.

"How the hell is this supposed to remove the hex I've got on me!?" she roared.

Tina simply blinked, not at all fazed by the sudden raising of the dragon's voice. Her question confused the poor 'ambassador' looking up at her.

"Remove? Oh, I'm sorry. We don't remove hexes here. That could result in the voiding of a warranty." the black and white lady explained.

That was the final straw. Shaylor had finally had enough. The dragoness tried to push herself up onto her paws so she could give the skunk a piece of her mind, but she couldn't stay standing. She just collapsed back into the chair and moaned. Gradually, Minnie and Tela were able to come out of their stupors, still reveling in this deeply pleasurable turn of events.

"Well holy shit! If this is what a god from the underworld is like, I gotta get me a travel visa!" Minnie cackled.

"I wouldn't mind visiting, myself." Tela said.

"Oh! Hello! I didn't realize there were more presences! I am Lawrence, Parateuthis Krakata, an explorer of anatomy, and certainly not a god. How do you do?" Larry asked, introducing himself in a terribly polite manner.

"Nice ta meetcha! I don't know what you're doin' in there but don't you dare stop! You've almost got Shaylor sold on keeping you and I like this roommate setup we've got going so far!" Minnie cried out gleefully.

"Yes, I could sense she was rapidly becoming open to the idea. It is the least I can do in spite of entering uninvited. Tell me, is she going to wish to seek some form of retribution on Tina for this transgression? If so, I would ask for leniency. She's a fine lady, just a little misguided." Larry replied.

"Hell yeah! Get some revenge! Tina thinks you're her god! I say take advantage of that! Shay's got a belly full of eggs at the ready, I say fill Miss Skunky up so she doesn't forget what she did!" Minnie cackled once again.

"That might only give her incentive to seek Shay out in order to experience it again," Tela said, pausing for a moment, then 'diving under' to make some modifications like she had before, "I'll get started on producing more eggs."

The dragoness could hear the scheming going on, hearing what they were saying. And quite frankly, she didn't care. Larry's exploration of her insides was far too exciting to give up. As he pressed on, she felt his tentacles slip up along the sides of her belly, reaching her chest in short order where he began to slowly massage. Oh she was quickly falling in love with this. Whatever he wanted to do, she might just go right along with it, no questions asked. Minnie meanwhile decided her host was in no condition to 'drive' so she took command.

The dragon's eyes flashed solid, brilliant gold and she smiled, slowly standing up as Larry's limbs waggled about, exploring her swollen figure.

"You want to see what your god can do once he's found himself a host?" Minnie said through Shay's voice.

Tina's eyes widened and she nodded. Before the feline behind the dragon could say another word, the skunk had cast off her clothing. It made Minnie grin. Without any ceremony or foreplay, the dragoness reached forward and pulled her close, turning her around and bending her over. There was a brief back and forth between Minnie and Larry. Then the tentacles protruding from the end of Shaylor's rod--still slipping about in search of something to explore--turned their attention to the bushy-tailed lady before them. They sought out the skunk's folds and slithered their way in, helping to line the two up. Soon, the dragon's spire was stretching her open just as widely as the she-wolf back at Tela's temple.

The dragoness rocked away, not being quite as gentle as had been attempted with the wolf. Immediately, Larry began working several of the eggs in the scaled woman's scrotum towards their new home in Tina's womb. One by one, several large lumps formed in the dragon's shaft, vanishing quickly into the 'saleswoman'. Each one came with a slurp, a pop, and a gasp from the skunk. Her stomach began to distend downwards, sagging towards the floor. Gradually, Shaylor's sac was emptied of the ovoids that had been swaying and sloshing about inside her with every step. She moaned behind Minnie's control, suddenly missing the fullness.

She wouldn't have thought that only a few hours prior. These three voices in her head were certainly bringing with them some rather profound changes. At the moment, Shaylor couldn't see reason to complain about it.

A roar finally split the relative quite of the stately, well-appointed, Victorian home. A surge of thick, sticky dragon seed poured in behind the dozen and a half eggs Larry had deposited in the skunk, even pulling a few from the blue lady's womb until he felt Tina could hold no more. The goth mephit screamed as she was forced to swell even further, collapsing onto the ground, panting for breath and drooling into the carpet with a crazed smile on her muzzle. Slowly, Minnie and Larry eased down off their insistent lechery, removing the dragoness from the most recent crevice she had violated. Her belly had shrunk some, and her sac had shrunk considerably. As Shaylor regained control, her eyes faded back to normal, and she whimpered, running her paws over her belly.

"This is the new normal. Isn't it?" she asked.

"Hey, only if you want it to be. We can easily find loads of people for you to play with if you like filling folks up with eggs." Minnie answered.

"If it is too overwhelming, I could withdraw and play a more conservative role. I do not wish to cause any grievous mental or physical discomfort." Larry said.

"Oh... there's nothing uncomfortable about it," Shaylor said through a low groan, "I just... my old life is over. I can't go back to it like this."

"Why not? I see no reason why you can't resume your duties at the laboratory. I happen to find the work I've seen in your recent memory to be terribly fascinating. Perhaps I could offer insight!" Larry said excitedly.

"Whatever... I'll deal with it in the morning," Shaylor said as she managed to catch her breath, then gasped and shuddered, "Oh god, Tela... please tell me...you're..."

"Don't worry, everything will be nice, and full, and heavy in a bit." the phoenix said, her smile coming through in her voice.

Slowly, the dragon's belly began to swell back out, eventually growing back to the state it had been at its largest. Once it reached that size, complete with the sensation of being 'over-pressurized', Shaylor wiggled her hips and let her tongue hang from her lips as her scrotum began to swell. The 'pressure relief valve' was being used, right up until her sac could hold no more without forcing them up and out of her shaft. She didn't feel like seeing if she could be the living version of a potato cannon at the moment.

When everything was swelled back out, feeling 'as it should' as Shaylor suddenly thought, she began to waddle her way towards the door, ready to go home. No more temples, no more crazy magic people trying to fill her with even more voices and eggs and tentacles. She had certainly had a very full day, and she was tired. She didn't even stop to consider how odd she might think it was that she now considered this over-stretched, over-stuffed, swollen, heavy, sloshing state of hers to be 'as it should be'. At least not right at the moment. It was a little too much to unpack currently. It would hit her in full force sometime later.

"Let's go, everyone. The bus is leaving. It's time for take out and bad movie night." Shaylor said with a huff as she waddled her way to the door.

As she moved to leave, Tina pushed herself back up, managing to stand in spite of the very heavy, very full belly she had been given. It felt marvelous, and she was convinced it was a blessing from her 'god'. No doubt Shaylor would be happy to come back and 'bless' her again sometime. Before the dragoness could get out of earshot, the skunk lifted a paw and waved to wish her farewell.

"I hope you found your visit satisfying! Please be sure to give me a good rating when you receive your email survey! If you have any questions or problems, please come back and see us anytime!" she called out.

It didn't sound thirsty. It sounded like any retail associate reading the script corporate insisted they follow. Shaylor just shook her head and waddled out, squeezing her belly through the doors as she left. It was curious. She had managed to get onto her paws and walk several dozen paces before she noticed the fires of her hex-born heat burning away again. And this time, curiously, it seemed more distant. It was just as strong, but she didn't seem nearly as overwhelmed by it.

Maybe all these voices in her head were helping her out, sharing the neural load. It put her in mind of that film involving giant robots that fought giant monsters. Perhaps this was going to be her version of 'the drift'. Maybe Larry could discuss it with her later. He seemed the scientific sort, and she found that encouraging.

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"Look, I don't care how loudly you push for it, Minnie. I am not going to go to work in full body latex." Shaylor said, not out loud, but in her mind.

She had learned the lesson about looking and sounding utterly insane talking to herself quickly. She still made the odd expression from time to time when conversing with her three new companions. That much was a little harder to avoid, but she was determined to learn. And apparently Larry was entirely eager to help her with that. His methods were unusual but effective. After all, if one could get through being molested in practically every orifice by a tentacle monster and show no change in facial expression, then hosting a spirited debate on how much cleavage--or nipple--to show in a professional setting would be no trouble at all.

"I agree," Tela chimed in, "As alluring as it might be to walk in and draw that kind of attention, it might not be appreciated by her supervisor."

"Yes, from what I understand, there is a dress code for such places," Larry added, "Though, there is no reason why we couldn't enjoy an outing in such attire provided it is an entirely non-professional capacity."

The dragoness was walking through the mall, finally dressed at long last in something that actually concealed everything, but it didn't really leave terribly much to the imagination. She was still turning heads and drawing stares. Fortunately, she had been able to develop a sense of 'barren fields wherein I grow all the fucks I give' about such matters. She carried several bags full of clothing that she had purchased specifically to wear out in public or to the lab. If she was going to make this 'relationship' work, then she was going to have to regain some degree of modesty. Thankfully, Tela and Larry were helping restrain Minnie's less than helpful proclivities. Even though they did occasionally leak out, sometimes literally.

The night in, watching a bad movie and eating take out, had been a smashing success. All three of her new friends had enjoyed it thoroughly and demanded it become a regular tradition. And given the snide comments and silly jokes they all were able to make, it was as though the dragoness was sitting in bed or on the couch, just cracking herself up for apparently no reason. It had also been helpful in letting her recharge her batteries so to speak. The evening's events after the film had been breathtaking and exhausting, but she insisted -that- become a regular tradition as well. Perhaps not every night, but at the very least, once a week. When she woke, the blue lady felt completely refreshed and ready to take on the day.

As it happened, it was the weekend. No work meant she could immediately tackle the wardrobe issue. She had to find clothing that could fit over her expansive bust (which she was enjoying fondling in private), her enormous stomach (which she wasn't interested in ever completely emptying out ever again), and her ridiculously sized manhood and sac. Those had been of some special interest once she could get into the shower where the mess would be contained. Of course, Larry helped to minimize that. His 'diet' consisted of soaking up whatever she might have escape her when she climaxed. That and the occasional egg her belly was happy to provide him.

"I've got what I need. I'm not going back and buying a latex skin suit. For one thing, nothing in there would actually fit me now, thanks to all three of you, which means I'd have to get something custom fitted. That means getting naked and measured all over and spending at least three times the ticket price for something off the rack. Second, I'd never be able to get if off. And that's if I managed to get it on in the first place, which I can't imagine happening." Shaylor replied.

"Oh come on, where's your sense of adventure!?" Minnie cried in dismay.

"It's plastered all over the shower wall. Remind me to rinse down the whole tub when we get home." Shaylor responded.

"You're just not sufficiently motivated. I'll bet I co-" Minnie said, then immediately cut herself off, "Wait, was that who I think it was?"

She had been peering through the dragon's eyes, scanning the crowd for potential partners; victims Shaylor had thought more like. With the dragoness more focused on paying attention to where she was going and not knocking anyone over, the three minds linked with hers were free to view the world through her senses, not unlike a passenger riding in a car. And something in the corner of the blue lady's eye had caught the feline's attention.

"Who? Where?" Shaylor asked, not really that interested.

"That little lizard fellow that started all of this! I think I just saw him!" Minnie cried, drawing the image back up from Shaylor's recent memory to let her focus on, akin to pushing a phone in the face of the driver to share a photo with them.

Only this time, the dragoness wasn't in danger of losing her ability to see the road.

"I dunno, I guess it kind of looks like him. But it doesn't matter. There's no reason why he'd be hanging out around here if he's really a witch like he likes to say he is. He'd probably be more at home back at your place, Larry." Shaylor answered.

"I must confess, there is a very strong resemblance between this brief glimpse and the memories you have of him from that night. And I do enjoy going back through those memories. He was a most enjoyable partner." the tentacle monster in her belly said.

"Just take a quick peak! You don't even have to stare! I can do all the 'image processing' for you!" Minnie insisted, gently 'tapping' on the dragon's neck to coax her to turn her head.

With a sigh and a rolling of her eyes, Shaylor gave in. It was a small thing to give them, and it might actually allow her to get something small in return. She craned her head back towards the area where the figure had been spotted, then turned back, making sure it took several seconds to do so. Minnie went to work immediately and with Tela offering her support, they quickly found the result. The image was flashed in Shaylor's mind, confirming a match between Tim, the kobold from the one night stand and the figure standing in line at the coffee shop.

The dragoness came to an immediate halt. Her eyes widened for a moment, then she scowled. Her rage was abruptly cut off by a sudden collision from behind. Someone had expected her to keep going, not been paying attention, and ran straight into her from the rear. In fact, because of the height difference, they almost face-planted directly into her cheeks. If only they had been a quarter of a meter shorter, she could have 'accidentally' sat down on them in surprise and ended up with an even fuller belly. Intriguing, but unwise.

The two shared their apologies and excused each other before the blue lady stepped out of the walking path of the others in the mall. Her gaze quickly moved to fix hard on the little grey lizard. Her rage began to flare back into existence while her friends tried to offer advice.

"Shay, just take a breath. It might be him, but it isn't worth getting upset over." Tela said, providing rather sound reasoning.

"Yes, quite. He might have offered what he considered to be an inconvenience, but look what has come about because of it. Without his spell, you would not have met any of us. I should like to think the entire experience was what I believe you call a 'net positive'." Larry added.

Shaylor was certainly willing to accept both of those statements. She had found their company enjoyable, both when they were encouraging her to do the most erotic things she was capable of, and when they were simply offering conversation. She immediately pulled relevant memories and thoughts from the three of them. They had begun to provide her with access to them just as they had to her, but it was limited. It was enough to thoroughly snuff out the fire of anger and let the fire in her loins occupy her thoughts again. And then Minnie added her contribution.

"Yeah! Go get him! Get revenge on that little punk for what he did to you! And make sure it's lewd, embarrassing, and sticky!" the feline cackled.

That push broke through the discipline she had been working to build up, and the blue dragoness frowned deeply once again. Mention of revenge brought back her anger, though tempered by the experiences of her friends. Instead of just outright eating the little witch, she might just yell at him instead.

Shaylor marched across the center walkway between the individual stores lining the sides. People saw her coming and got out of her way, partially because she was so large--in various ways--and partially because she was growling deep in her throat. She watched as Tim sat himself down at a table and lifted a steaming cup of coffee to his lips. The ground shook as she came to a halt next to him, stamping her paw in place on the last step. The kobold froze and slowly turned, lifting his gaze to peer up at the dragoness from under his pointy, wide-brimmed witch's hat. It took him a moment to recognize the face glaring daggers down at him.

"Sh-Shaylor? Is that you?" he asked, his eyes going wide as he drank in her new figure.

"Yeah, it's me! I wanna know just what the hell you were thinking!" the big lady tried not to shout as she stared hard down at the kobold.

She had been forced to keep a certain distance so she could actually see him in spite of her chest. And her stomach. The grey lizard just stared up at her and lifted his paper coffee cup, giving it a bit of a swirl.

"I was thinking this is the closest place to my house to get a decent cup. I am a witch after all, I love a good brew," he said, remaining rather nonchalant, "But look at you! You're... different!"

He had wanted to say more, but she was already angry. To make specific, potentially lewd comments seemed ill advised, no matter how badly he might want to make them. She was taller, more muscular, and there was a very pronounced roundness to her. She could just fall down on top of him and crush him under her gut.

"Yeah! You could say that! And it's your fault!" Shaylor was clenching her fists rather tightly, annoyed that Tim wasn't frightened or showing any signs of intimidation, like she had decided he should.

"My fault? It's my fault that you're playing host to a couple of goddesses and-" he paused, squinting softly at her belly before widening his eyes a bit, "Is that a Parateuthis Krakata? I never thought I'd get a chance to see one up close!"

"Oh! So you can perceive us! How marvelous! Lawrence Percival Meyerscough at your service. The ladies helped me select a surname, and a middle name! Though it might be a bit of a mouthful to say the whole thing, so I should like for you to call me Larry as my three companions do, if it makes you more comfortable." the hidden tentacle monster said.

"You can see us?" Tela asked, the little red bird lady sitting on Shaylor's right shoulder.

"Oh that settles it, we gotta take this cutie with us!" Minnie said, taking up her own seat on Shaylor's left shoulder.

It presented a curious 'angel and demon' motif that, were the circumstances different, might have been amusing. Shaylor just blushed hard and scowled even harder.

"They wouldn't be here if you hadn't done whatever it was you did to me!" the dragoness said loudly, failing to keep her voice under control this time.

A few passers-by stopped and stared at the two, thinking maybe there was some sort of dramatic history between them. Given how swollen Shaylor's stomach was, the notion that a pregnancy was involved gained traction quickly as whispers began to circulate. The dragoness didn't like that. She glanced about quickly as did her companions.

"It seems we've drawn an audience. Perhaps it would be wise to move our conversation somewhere a bit more private?" Larry suggested.

Shaylor didn't respond. She just wrapped her arms around the kobold, lifting him up out of his seat, then rushed away from the collection of tables out in front of the coffee shop. That seemed to solidify the discourse as some sort of domestic dispute or a relationship that had gone sour. No one bothered to contact the authorities when a boyfriend and girlfriend hurried off to find somewhere private to 'talk'. The blue dragoness raced through the mall, shocking herself with her remarkable speed in spite of her weight and bulk. As she scanned the area for somewhere that could conceal her, Tela chimed in.

"I think I spotted a collection of restrooms down the hallway coming up on your left when we passed it earlier. I believe they had one or two designed for parents with small children." the phoenix said.

That was perfect! Shaylor skidded to a halt, then executed a remarkable shift in momentum, making the turn around the corner far sharper than any of the people she carried thought she was capable of. It felt a bit like a bus making a hard corner with the speed of a race car. She lunged into one of the 'family' restrooms and slammed the door shut before twisting the lock, displaying the 'Occupied' sign just above the handle outside. With the hunt for privacy over, she sighed, slumping against the door. She wasn't even out of breath. How was that possible? Moving all that weight should have been strenuous enough to make her wheeze.

Tim wriggled in the lady's grasp, his face mashed directly into her cleavage. He wouldn't usually complain except he was struggling for breath. It brought the dragoness back to the reality of the moment and she loosened her arms, letting him slip to the floor. The kobold coughed and sputtered a little, taking several long, overly-dramatic inhales before he climbed back onto his paws.

"I could... have you arrested... for kidnapping!" the man-witch cried, clearly not at all serious, but only intending to express dismay with the sudden grab and run.

"Oh! I'm so sorry to inconvenience you! I didn't think you wouldn't like me doing something with you that you didn't ask for nor would have agreed to if given the chance!" Shaylor practically screamed back at him, climbing back onto her paws to tower over him.

"What? The hex?" Tim replied, sounding as though he didn't think too much of it.

"Yes! The hex! Why don't I just tell you what all went through yesterday trying to find a way to remove it!?" the big, blue lady leaned down towards the kobold.

Amazingly, neither Tela nor Minnie looked like they were about to fall off her shoulders as she bent at the hips. The dragoness then proceeded to relay an abbreviated version of the previous day's history, making sure to leave out specific details that might make her blush, or suggest that she was actually enjoying herself now. She just wanted to make the kobold feel bad for what he had done. It had all been in response to a poorly thought out joke on her part, and it felt to her that the 'punishment' did not entirely fit the 'crime'. Her rant went on for at least fifteen minutes, stopped only briefly from time to time as her three passengers interrupted to provide a small correction or add a bit of context.

The kobold just stood, leaning against the far wall, his arms crossed as he listened. He nodded from time to time, even stopping to ask questions when his curiosity got the better of him. Eventually, the story came to an end and the dragoness stood there, paws on her hips, chest heaving a little as she huffed and puffed, feeling only mildly better from the outpouring of her frustration.

"Well, that's one hell of a story." Tim said.

"Yeah! And it's all your fault! You put this... this... stupid hex on me! If you hadn't, I'd be-" Shaylor shouted, then was immediately cut off.

"Living a life that's a lot less interesting, I'd say," the kobold smirked, "It serves you right for making such a bad joke, even if you didn't mean anything by it. Besides, from what I can tell from you and your friends, it looks and sounds like you've kind of gotten into it. I mean if you really didn't enjoy all of this, why didn't you ask them to dial everything back?"

"Dial it back!?" Shaylor asked angrily, confused and finding it difficult to formulate a retort.

"He's right, Shay," Tela offered, "I slowed your production down, then you made it clear you wanted it turned back up. I could even stop it entirely for a while. It would result in a bit of a backup you'd have to take care of once every few days, but it would leave you empty."

"Yeah, and I could help you shrink down a bit, that way when you find someone you wanna show off to, you could just kinda flex and rip through your clothes to impress them." Minnie said, actually sounding somewhat helpful for a change.

"And I am most content to remain dormant while you attempt to work or interact with those who might find me distasteful, so long as you share the experiences later," Larry said, "Though what I see from your work, it all does sound terribly fascinating."

Shaylor just froze there, stunned by the revelation. She could have shrunk back down to a more normal appearance, and she hadn't. It never occurred to her. And now she was so used to the 'new her' that she didn't bother thinking about going back to 'normal'. She had been revealed as just as nasty as the three that had been put in her. It embarrassed her, and her anger flared once again as she tried to bring the focus back to the point she was trying to make.

"Whatever! The point is I wouldn't need them to 'dial it back' if you hadn't put the hex on me in the first place! I want it removed! Now!" she shouted.

"Well, I'm afraid that's something I can't help you with," Tim said as he shrugged, "I never bothered to develop a counter-curse to it."

"What!?" Shaylor cried, slamming her paws against the wall on either side of the kobold.

He didn't jump or flinch in the slightest, he just carried on with his answer as though he were giving a lesson in a classroom.

"I like using magic for naughty things. Usually it's just a goof or a little prank, nothing major. Sometimes it's for something kinky to make an evening with a partner a little more enjoyable. I wanted to make something that would spread like an STI, you catch it, then you give it to someone else, but instead of actually making you sick, it just makes you horny. Well, during my research I found out that magic that spreads like that is strictly forbidden and can result in not only having your license to practice taken away, but your -ability- to practice removed. So I decided the whole 'contagious' aspect had to go." Tim said.

"You're telling me-" Shaylor said slowly, her anger slowly swelling further, "You infected me with some kind of prototype magical virus or something!?"

"No," Tim said with a sigh, "I made it so it couldn't be spread like that. Weren't you listening? Even though I couldn't get the whole 'make you thirsty' infection thing work, I still wanted to make something that worked like it. So I crafted a spell and tried it out on myself. At first, I thought it was pretty great, but then I realized I screwed up a couple of things. It was stronger than I wanted it to be. I was aiming for a smolder and I got an inferno. And I thought it was only going to last an hour or two, but it never went away. When I cleared my head enough to read my notes, I realized where I went wrong. I forgot to include a limitation on both of those parameters. Which meant I was gonna be max-tier horny forever unless I figured out how to turn it off."

"Forgive me, but why would you craft such a spell, but not make sure you could remove it before casting it?" Tela asked.

"I thought it would be temporary, fade away or wear off on its own. But nope. I've been living with it for about five years now." Tim explained.

Shaylor's eyes widened as it dawned on her. It had been said earlier, but it was only just now hitting her. It was permanent. There was no way to remove the hex. She was going to stay wound up and in need forever. Sure, Minnie, Tela, and Larry were helping her deal with it, and she had found a nice balance, but it was still easy to get distracted by it. And that bothered her. The blue dragoness slowly slumped to the ground, her gaze losing focus as she stared into space. It was a troubling revelation for her to take in.

"You've been non-stop horny for five years straight?" Minnie asked, grinning broadly, "Damn dude! I'm impressed you're not humping anything that moves!"

"I tried to figure out how to develop a counter-curse, make it stop. It was almost impossible to focus at first. It took me days to adjust enough just to function like a regular person. Ya know, walk without falling over, self-care, eating, showering, that sorta thing. I was still trying to satisfy it as often as I could, but I was developing a sort of tolerance to it I guess. Then, by the time I was clear-headed enough to actually do the research, I decided I liked being in that state. So, I just never bothered to finish the work." Tim said.

"And then you cast that same hex on Shaylor, knowing it couldn't be removed. That seems more than just a little rude, maybe even harmful." Tela said.

"Hey, I thought she'd eventually get to like it! That night we spent together, she seemed just as nasty as me! Apparently I misread her! Now though, she looks like she's enjoying it! Well... not right this second. She looks like she's have an existential crisis right now." Tim said.

"It'll never wear off..." Shaylor mumbled.

Suddenly, Tim was feeling a little bad for what he had done. Sure it had taken him a while to get used to it himself, but he never really got that down in the dumps about it. He frowned a little and tried to change the subject, looking for the positive that came about because of his 'prank'.

"Yeah, but just look at you! You've got two sex gods keeping you company and you've got... a shockingly articulate tentacle monster. And from what I can tell, it's been very generous to you! If I'd seen you like this back at the bar that night, I bet I'd have let that crappy joke slip and just begged for you to do whatever you wanted to me!" Tim said, trying his best to cheer the lady up.

He was only half-lying about letting the joke slip. The rest of it, he was certain he would have made good on. Tela was busy trying to comfort the lady as well, but Minnie was thinking along very different lines. She hopped off of Shaylor's shoulder and hovered just in front of the kobold, her arms crossed with a modestly concerned look on her face.

"You better come back with us. She's probably gonna need more help cheering up and I doubt it's gonna happen in a mall bathroom," the feline side, then put on a naughty grinned, "Besides, you can share all the kinky fun you'd wished the two of you had gotten up to when you hooked up."

The avian turned to look away from Shaylor, still on her shoulder, trying to snap her out of her stupor.

"That might be a good idea. Company might ease her mind. Especially if it's someone who is under the same curse as she is. You might be able to help her learn how to contend with it better. We've provided what assistance we can, but it's clear she's still struggling with it." Tela said.

"Yes, and I would very much like to learn more about you," Larry added, "I'm sensing some very curious things about you that I can't quite articulate. You said that you are a witch, and yet you are male?"

"Well, mostly. I added a couple of things after the hex kinda backfired on me. I've been enjoying it ever since, though," Tim replied, "And... thank you... I guess. I've wanted to learn more about your kind too. I thought you had all gone extinct."

"Oh, certainly not! We're just very rare anymore. We tend to be somewhat shy until we find someone friendly. My case was a bit of mistaken identity. But I would be more than happy to share all that I know about my kind with you!" the hidden creature said.

"I think I'd like that. After all, it's not like there are any books out there I can read to learn about your kind. First hand knowledge from the source; I'd be able to write the book myself!" Tim said excitedly.

"That you would! And I'm sure many in your profession would find it to be worth a read! Now, to go about the matter. Tela, Minnie, if I could get your help since it would seem our dear Shaylor is still struggling to cope with the news about the hex." Larry said.

The two goddesses above vanished from sight. The dragon's eyes began to shine gold as they encouraged her to cooperate with their request. Slowly, Shaylor managed to stand herself up, but did nothing else. She simply stood there, staring off into space. It confused the kobold a little given the direction the conversation seemed to have taken. Were they going to walk her back out and all the way back to her apartment? Was he to follow? It was ambiguous.

Clarity came quickly as the blue lady's pants began to squirm. It had been an interesting challenge finding any sort of garment that could fit her below the waist. Amazingly, there was a store that specialized in unusual endowments. The movement in the denim trousers continued until a dull green appendage slipped out from the waistband. It was joined by a second in short order and the two worked together to quickly unfasten Shaylor's pants. With the clasp and zipper dealt with, they pushed the confining garment out of the way to reveal the dragon's engorged, throbbing shaft.

Tim blinked as he took in the sight. She had certainly grown. He didn't remember Shaylor being quite that big when she was shoving it inside him. His mouth almost watered at the sight, wanting to know how it might feel stretching around such a thing, and of course wondering if he would get the chance to try. But there was more to what he was gazing upon. Several of Larry's limbs were protruding from the end of the length, waving about slowly as they reached forward, searching for something. It took the lizard only a moment to realize they were searching for -him-.

His hat was knocked off his head gently as the tendrils began feeling over his form, trying to relieve him of his attire. Tim simply stood there, trying to process what was happening. He wanted to run, but he was also curious. And his curiosity was winning out.

"Hey, um... whatcha doin'?" the grey kobold asked.

"I thought it might be most efficient to share my knowledge with you if we were to converse face to face. Though, I must confess there likely will not be much in the way of actual conversation. I assure you, while it might seem invasive, there is a method to my madness. You would be amazed at how quickly we can share thoughts while connected!" Larry explained, genuinely excited by the prospect of what was to come.

"And we're doing that... right now? Right here?" Tim asked.

Before he got an answer, the tentacles exploring him wrapped tightly around him. His clothing had been completely cast aside, and it left him terribly exposed. He blushed and moaned as he felt Larry's reach slip over his form, restraining him, and pushing down to investigate what lay between his legs as well as under his tail. The instant his jaws opened to loose that moan, one of the hidden monster's limbs pushed into his mouth and eased down his throat. It effectively muffled him, but there was another reason. There was a curious substance coating the flexible organ. It tasted odd, giving Tim reason to pause at first, but then his eyes rolled back in his head and he began to suckle on it.

That was that. The kobold was lost to his lust. With that, Larry began pulling the grey lizard towards Shaylor's groin. Her pulsing, distended shaft made a horribly rude slurping noise as the tendrils withdrew. Then the blue dragon's rod bulged tremendously as Tim was dragged inward. He was too busy being molested by a creature he had fantasized about countless times to concern himself with where he was going. Shaylor, still lost in her stupor, didn't seem to notice, even as her member stretched to impossible lengths. The lumpy form of the male witch's figure slipped down her rod only to bulge her already egg-laden scrotum. His squirms could be seen under her skin. Had she been aware of what was happening, Shaylor likely would have been screaming and on the verge of climax.

Any attempt to push him back out on her part would have been futile. Larry had a hold of the kobold and was working to pull him deeper still. The wriggling swell in the dragon's sac began to shrink as the kobold was pulled through the curious valve that connected male to female. It took a few moments, and it resulted in a rather copious drooling of clear ooze from the dragon's well-abused shaft. With one good pop, Tim was drawn into the already egg-stuffed womb where Larry resided. The act sent the dragoness into orgasm, though she made no sound. Instead, her shaft simply bucked and splattered white across the wall.

The movement under her hide continued as Tim was brought closer to Larry's core, supposedly so they could 'talk'. A few subtle, muted moans could be heard from the lady's belly. Slowly, Shaylor became more aware of what was going on, the light in her eyes fading as she gasped softly. She groped at her stomach, feeling the added weight and girth. She was past what she had previously thought was her limit, and it felt glorious. She shivered and moaned, letting the memory of what had just occurred wash over her. She was angry that they had all turned on her and made her do such a thing without her permission. And yet, she could not help but adore it.

"Oh god... the hell you guys!? Next time at least ask me!" Shaylor cried out as her legs wobbled under her, unsteady from Tim's entry and subsequent squirming, "Fuck... maybe I should just trap him in there. That'd be punishment enough. He can help me deal with constantly being in heat by making me moan from inside."

"Yeah!" Minnie cheered, "Atta girl! Get that revenge! Make him your living sex toy!"

"I do not think it would be wise to try to imprison one who is so well versed in the ways of magic. He may try to enact some form of retribution." Tela said.

"Pfff, right. You hear and feel him in there don't you? He's loving it! I bet Shay could lock him up, never let him out, and he'd be just fine with it." Minnie replied.

"We can talk about it later," Shaylor said with a gasp as she felt a firm kick from in he belly, "I... I think... I gotta get home before I drop an egg or five."

That was agreed upon by all present, those who could actually speak at least. Shaylor then gathered up her things, even taking a moment to stuff Tim's clothing into one of her bags. She paused when she looked at his hat. The pointy top and the wide brim all made for the classic witch's head gear, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to just tuck it into one of her bags. After a moment's thought, she turned to the mirror, put the hat on, and adjusted it a bit. It fit surprisingly well, in spite of being too small for her. It almost looked like a novelty item rather than the real thing with how big she was compared to it. A little grin spread across her muzzle and she decided to leave it where it was.

The blue lady gathered her bags and pushed the bathroom door open. Someone would have to come clean the mess she made, and she intended to be as far away as possible when it was discovered. After all, she didn't want to be banned from the mall for inappropriate behavior.

The door to Shaylor's apartment was locked behind her the instant she squeezed her way in. She dropped her bags right there by the entry and began waddling her way towards the bedroom. Her clothes were pealed off as she gave in to the lust ripping through her, already panting. Tim had not stopped wiggling the whole way home. The usual odd looks she had gotten on the bus were even more pronounced, thanks to the wobbling of her tummy and the sounds coming from it.

"Okay... we're home... I think it's time I kicked his scaly little butt out! Larry, are you done with him in there!?" Shaylor asked, flopping onto her back on her bed.

It creaked under the weight of what she had become, but she didn't pay it any mind. It was already heavy duty construction thanks to how large she had been to begin with. The movement under her skin wobbled and squirmed about for several moments before the tentacle creature inside finally responded.

"I could continue this for several hours at least, perhaps even a few days. Though it sounds as though you are not interested in our guest enjoying a prolonged visit. I shall honor your wishes and help him make his exit. I should warn you, it may be rather... stimulating." Larry said.

"Whatever, just... get him out. I got words for him now that we're home." the dragoness said.

Almost immediately, she tensed up and shivered. She could feel the familiar sensation of something pressing against her canal from inside. It didn't feel like an egg. It was larger. Tim was being made to leave by way of a different exit than the entrance he had been dragged in through. Shaylor began rocking back and forth on her back, clutching her tummy as she spread her legs. She could feel Larry's grasp on the kobold, urging him towards daylight. With that added force, the dragoness didn't need to do anything.

As soon as her folds parted, she let her voice fill the room. Her canal stretched around the little lizard, still squirming away in the grasp of the tentacles wrapped around him. Slowly, steadily, the grey kobold was eased out into the world outside the dragon's womb. He was completely sticky, drenched head to paw in the blue lady's honey, as well as the same curious fluid that coated Larry's tendril when he shoved it down Tim's throat. With a few loud, wet sucking noises, the whole of the lizard was ejected. The dull green limbs unwrapped from around him and slowly retreated back into Shaylor's waiting petals.

The two lay there, out of breath. One sputtered and coughed for air. The other saw her chest heaving from the experience of giving birth. It had been far more enticing and pleasing than she had thought it would be. But then laying her eggs had been quite the little joyride. Slowly, the blue lady sat herself up until she could see Tim over her stomach and chest. The act of carrying him as she had, as well as his removal, had resulted in two thin trickles of moisture oozing from her nipples. She was leaking milk from the strain of holding so much in her tummy, and having a whole person pushed out of her womb.

"You... you see... what I... have to deal with... because of you?" Shaylor asked between gasps for air.

"Why... did you... stop?" Tim asked, similarly out of breath.

"Oh for crying out loud," the blue lady moaned, "You god damned horn ball."

"If I... were in your shoes... I'd be reveling in it." the kobold replied.

"You might get to test that little hypothesis of yours, my cute little friend." Minnie said with a grin.

"What did you do this time!?" Shaylor shouted, jerking her head over towards the feline.

"We decided you would probably wish to see him punished in some fashion for putting his hex on you," Tela said, "And the only thing we could think of was-"

A loud cry of elation cut the phoenix off. Tim arched his back as he lay on the bed, digging his fingers into the sheets as he was put through some unseen act of pleasure. His length throbbed hard, standing above him as a series of smooth, long swells pushed up towards the head from underneath. In a matter of moments, a collection of tendrils burst from his member, waving about and working to inspect this new body they were enjoying. Another bunch of the grasping, slithering limbs emerged from between his legs, no doubt spreading his womanhood open to find daylight.

"Larry? Did you just decide to change over to him instead?" Shaylor asked, sounding somewhat disapprovingly.

The instant she asked, she realized how foolish that was. She had felt him retract himself back into her after dropping Tim on the bed. How could he have infested Tim but still be inside her?

"Oh certainly not. I wouldn't dream of parting ways with your wonderful company, my dear!" Larry replied, "I simply thought it a fair decision that if our friend Timothy wished to learn more about my kind then I should grant him the same 'blessing' as Tina might call it that you received. I've taken it upon myself to divide and sent my duplicate to reside within him as I do within you."

"You reproduced?" Shaylor asked, only slightly horrified at the notion.

"Yes, quite! With so few of my kind left it seemed prudent. And he said he was willing to act as a host." the probing creature said.

"I'll bet he did." the dragoness said with a sigh, then blinked as she continued to watch Tim writhe on her bed.

It wasn't just Larry's addition that had claimed the kobold. He began to curl his toes as his length swelled, gaining considerable size. His scrotum expanded in a similar fashion, offering an audible slosh as the two orbs filled. Then, his chest suddenly pushed outward. His only slightly masculine figure was made to look that much more feminine as he was graced with a bust that, proportionally, rivaled Shaylor's. It even began to trickle with milk just as hers did. His arms, legs, and abdomen began to firm, showing toned definition. He was gaining the same boost in physical strength that the blue lady had seen. He was going through the same transformation she had when Minnie entered her.

And if he was gaining what she had from Minnie, she realized it only stood to reason that Tela's influence would follow. And it most certainly did. That washboard stomach of the lizard's suddenly ballooned outward, swelling far more quickly than the dragon's had. Likely it was because of the size difference between the two of them. He lay there on his back, practically screaming as his length bucked and gushed, making a terrible, sticky mess all down his front and on the blue dragon's sheets. She would need to wash them again. When at last everything had come to a stop, and Tim's orgasmic transformation finally permitted him a chance to breathe, he opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling.

"Holy... fuck..." he managed to finally utter.

"That's damn right!" Minnie cackled, leaping from Shaylor to Tim, massaging his chest while laying on top of his stomach, "You really are a holy fuck, now!"

The gesture on her part was ineffectual. He couldn't feel anything from the act, but the sight of it was rather arousing. He was already well experienced with the exact same hex he had put on Shaylor, now he would need to learn about the modifications that had been made to it through her exploits the previous day. The blue lady leaned forward over her belly to peer at the round-middled grey lizard, now a little worried about him.

"Hey, you alright?" she asked.

"Oh... I'm better than alright. Damn. If I had known this was how we were gonna end up after our little one night stand, I've have insisted on sticking around and enjoying it with you, gotten the play by play in real time!" Tim cried out happily, running his paws over his swollen, tender chest and stomach.

"Wait... really? You've latched onto this that fast?" Shaylor asked, sounding as though she was in disbelief.

Tim managed to sit himself up, crossing his legs around his new, pregnant tummy. He absolutely adored the weight, squeezing his middle to see how it might make him tingle, and it certainly did in all the right ways.

"I told you, I've been living with this hex for a while. It's kind of led me to newer and more exotic practices. And this is just what the doctor ordered!" he answered quite happily.

"Well I'm glad you're enjoying it. I'm still getting used to it all." Shaylor said, finding herself mimicking the kobold.

Seeing him massage his own stomach made her want to do the same. Her paws stroked across the smooth dome of her middle, not able to fault him for his enjoyment of the act. It did bring a sort of warmth between her legs, more so than just the constant fire blazing away.

"I can help you with that," Tim grinned, "And I'd be more than happy to make our little one night stand more than just one night. Hell, you get a wild hair up your ass and decide you wanna shove me back in there with Larry version one point oh, I'd be fine with sticking around on a more permanent base. At least from in there I'd be able to really make you moan, especially at all the worst possible moments in public.

The kobold wiggled his eyebrows, suggesting he was only half kidding. He climbed up on his paws and leaned in against the similarly swollen dragoness, pressing his paws against the two vast swells unable to keep their rich, creamy nourishment from escaping. The act of massaging the lady's breasts made her moan softly. She was enjoying it more than she would probably admit.

"God, half an hour inside me and you're already interested in diving back in," Shaylor said, "Ugh... screw it."

The blue dragoness cast away all good sense and decided the kobold's company might actually be a wonderful thing to have. After all, he had proven himself willing to let her completely ruin him. And now, she had an even bigger instrument to ruin him with. Depending on how far he could stretch, she might think about laying a clutch of eggs in him, maybe a few, push him to the point where he was immobile. At that point, he would be too big to squeeze into her anywhere. Then again, Larry might be able to help with that.

Shaylor leaned forward, pressing her lips to the shorter grey fellow, embracing the much more erotic lifestyle she was going to be living with. There wasn't any way around it or past it. This was the new normal for her. Tim pressed back into her kiss, squeezing his curves and swells against her, squirming in delight as he felt Larry's little 'clone' wriggle away in his belly and between his legs.

"So I take it that's a yes?" the grey lizard asked.

"Yeah, might as well. We're two peas in a pod at this point," Shaylor answered, "And I promise... no more awful 'Castles and Creatures' jokes. Ya know... unless you're into role-playing."

They mashed their lips together again, then finally separated long enough for the kobold to speak.

"Table-top, or in the bedroom?" he asked.

"Either. Both. Maybe at the same time." the dragoness said.

"Table-top works, but only if you've got friends you can invite over," he replied, kissed, then spoke again, "And in the bedroom only if they feel like ending up just as 'cursed' as us."

Shaylor swore quietly in the back of her mind. He really was a squishy ball of horny, wasn't he? And the problem she was having was that she didn't think it was that terrible an idea.

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