Praalos

The Thorny Blossom

Prologue

A well-trafficked road leads from a great forest to a shining city of stone. Many horse-drawn wagons, lone riders, and pedestrian bestials make their way to and from its massive gates.

A small distance from the city, on the edge of the forest, a large wooden sign can be seen by the roadside. It bears a symbol of heart-shaped vapor billowing up from a tilted, round flask. The sign reads:

The Thorny Blossom

Magic Emporium

-Potions

-Enchantments

-Appraisals

-Special Services (Inquire Inside)

The path beyond leads to an immaculate, round building nearly hidden within a copse of trees. Its walls are built from large, pale stone brick, and its sturdy front door and roof are constructed from reddish wood. Flanking each side of the door are large rectangular windows that reveal the interior of the store.

The main room is lined with shelves of countless potions of various colors, and a luxurious red carpet decorates the floor. Towards the back wall is a beautiful wooden counter, behind which sits a large, locked glass case that contains potions in elaborate glass containers; their contents seem to swirl and shimmer with energy.

To the left of and behind the counter is a door with a placard that reads "Special Services." On the right wall of the room is a door locked with a hefty padlock, and on the left wall of the room is a door leading down to the basement.

The basement is a large round room with stacks of crates and ceramic vessels lining the back. A massive table covered with arrays of alchemical glassware and paraphernalia sits at the front of the room. The glassware drips and gurgles with activity as a large, black serpent-woman watches intently. Sprouting from the back of her head is a crown of three thick, wicked white horns which reveals that she is no mundane bestial, but a mythic of the horned serpent race.

She stands at about seven feet in height, even taller with her horns, and she is clothed in an elegant, loose dark-gray robe embroidered with a pattern of white thorns. An oval-shaped band of white scales arcs horizontally over her snout, and two large fangs perpetually extend down from beneath her lips. As she watches and works, occasionally holding a liquid to the light, her bright, slitted amber eyes glint off the glass.

She places a pair of rectangular reading spectacles over her snout and uses her long powerful tail to grasp and pull over a stool. She seats herself and begins scribbling observations onto a piece of parchment. She removes her glasses and sits back, watching as the last drops of a pink liquid spill into a flask. She leans forward, seemingly satisfied, and places a clawed finger onto the flask. It is imbued with a touch of her magic and turns completely opaque. She takes it up in her hands as a wicked smile comes over her face.

"Nothing's more delicious than the fruits of research." she thought with a chuckle before gulping down the contents of the flask.

She shifts uncomfortably on the stool, as almost immediately she feels a strange numbness in her groin. She pulls up her robe and reaches a curious hand beneath her undergarment. She nods expectantly as she feels nothing that was once there, it is completely smooth.

"So far so good." she thought.

As the numbness fades, she begins feeling a new sensation that quickly races up her body like electricity. Growth begins beneath her panties, and she blushes as she watches the fabric tent over the expansion. The growth is explosive; she lets out a grunted moan as her panties burst, revealing massive male genitals that throb to life. She feels a hefty set of balls hang between her thighs as she watches her massive new cock stiffen into its first erection. She laughs giddily.

"Hung like a horse would be an understatement!" she thought. She looks past the shaft and lifts up her huge testicles, "Looks like my new scepter has the jewels to match." She grabs the empty flask, "May as well take a sample. What kind of research would I be doing if I didn't explore all the possibilities?"

She spreads her legs, still seated on the stool, and drools a thick strand of saliva onto her shaft and begins gently rubbing and exploring it with her free hand. She closes her eyes and leans back as she strokes, getting used to the alien but oddly familiar pleasure. She pauses to quickly throw off her robe, and resumes her masturbation wearing nothing but a pair of black shoes similar in appearance to pumps. Her form is lithe but voluptuous, obscuring a sinewy musculature. Her nipples are stiff, and her breasts are rotund. They are heavy and bounce lightly as she strokes her thing.

She moans softly, her balls throbbing as strands of precum drip from the tip of her dick. She picks up the pace, stroking quicker and harder, occasionally stopping to edge away from the climax. Her tail twitches and occasionally pounds against the floor. Eventually the euphoria builds, and her moans grow louder. She slumps off the stool and onto her knees, stroking hard and fast. Growing tired, she slumps even further, her legs forming an 'M' and her balls pressing into the floor. The big globes of her bottom squish downward in time with her long, slow, and hard strokes over her dick. Her scrotum pulls against the floor as her balls threaten to orgasm. She bites her lip as she cannot continue and holds the end of the flask in front of her tip.

She lets out a pleasured scream as a torrent of hot liquid sprays into the flask in quick, powerful bursts. Her whole body flinches with the ejaculations; cum fills the flask quickly, the remainder overflowing and spilling messily to the ground. A puddle greater than the flask's volume forms beneath her as the final spasms of ejaculation shake her body. She sits there a while, breathing heavily and watching the last of the cum drip from her new tool. She sighs and stands, sticky liquid dripping from her thighs and balls. She sets the now filled flask upon the table and stretches.

"That was incredible. Next time I'll break it in properly." she thought with a wicked smirk.

She grabs a clean rag and cleans herself off, dressing in time to hear a soft vibrating noise coming from a small stone tablet on the table; it is engraved with a rune that glows lightly. She walks over and picks it up; it sits neatly in the palm of her hand.

"Hello?" she said, speaking softly into it.

"Lady Tizelu, Benja's hurt bad! Please send help, we--"

Tizelu's eyes widen. "Stay right where you are, I'm on my way." she said, cutting the voice off.

She stuffs the stone into the folds of her robe and grabs a potted plant from the supplies in the back of the lab. She smashes it onto the ground, leaving a pile of dirt and plant matter. She grabs a bright red potion whilst flicking a beckoning finger at the pile of dirt. Strange plant stalks emerge from the pile and twist into the shape of an oblong doorway, the space between lightly glowing with opaque white energy. She steps through and disappears, the portal withering to dust.