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At the edge of a small serene village nestled against forest greenery with vines and flowers coiling around the buildings, stood an isolated hill surrounded by thickets of trees that were mountains towering over it. Flowering herbs of snow white and purple covered the hill from tip to bottom except in places where smoothed stones had been set one by one leading to the top as a sort of makeshift staircase. At the very top of the stony path stood a cottage that looked freshly built. The wood glistened in the sunlight as if someone had added a fresh coat of polish to the outside and the windows gleamed with glass that had been recently placed and recently cleaned to a sparkling sheen. Above the rosewood entrance sat a sign with a painted image of a flask full of sapphire blue and the words beneath it in pink reading, "Potions for all Sorts."

Beaming with the pride of a queen watching her kingdom rise before her or the first few steps taken by a beloved pet, was a feline in a dress of black with a steeple hat of the same color placed atop of her head with the point twisting back rather than sticking straight up. Her eyes were a deep sapphire blue the same as the paint inside of the bottle on the sign and her tail was long and bushy. By the sun shimmering off of her fur you could tell that she had been taking care of her coat quite well and perhaps she prided herself just as much in that as her new store. There were bands around her wrists and ankles colored blue like her gem-like eyes and at the moment her eyes were practically sparkling.

Layne the potion maker appraised her new cottage with a deep love in her eyes and a swell of pride in her chest that felt too good to be true. Just the other day, this store of hers had been a messy little shack at the top of the hill made of rotted wood that had been turning a swampish black and her sign had been a simple pathetic fencepost slapped in front of her store with words written in plain splotches of unorganized black. It had been undergoing reconstruction after she had paid out of her meager earnings to turn it into something beautiful. Even after she had the money she needed to wait for planning and more to happen and finally it was done, finally she could look upon her new store in all its glory. It was more than just a little swell of pride that took her when she looked on her new store. It had taken years to get to this point, but finally, finally, she could see things turning up in a positive light. Still, she couldn't forget that this was in part due to her darling cousin's aid.

Nicolas had always supported her ever since she had run away from a home that would rather not have her, and that little escape had even been with his help. He had sent her little bits of funds to supply herself with enough food to survive and just enough to gather supplies for her store. Now, when she'd thank him either in person or via a magic bird, she'd have to omit the things she had put herself through to expedite the process of making her store something she could be proud of. It wouldn't do to concern him with how her life had been before she had made enough coin to start living comfortably. That little nagging thought could be considered later, for now she needed to flip the small sign on the front of her door to show people that she was open and ready for business and wait, wait for the folk who desired her tonics, mixtures, potions and more that would help with most anything they could think of even if those very things they desired were sexual in nature.

Flipping the sign on her door to read, "Open," She popped open the door with a flick of her wrist and hummed happily to herself as she padded into her store to the song of the jingling bell placed above the entrance. The interior of the store and her home in the back had also been renovated and she couldn't help but sigh happily as she saw how clean everything was. There stood her shelves at either side of the store with flasks, vials and other glassware full of bubbling potions and concoctions of various colors that were fairly basic in nature that people could pick and choose from without needing any personalization. She felt over each bottle gingerly as if they were so fragile a sneeze would pop them while enjoying the soft blue glow from the wisp flowers she had planted at the top of her shelves. The potion maker purred as she moved to the front counter where behind it stood another shelf full of vials and flasks that held potions with a bit more kick and ones that would need a bit of customization if the customer wanted them. The one potion she would never have on the shelves was anything having to do with pyromancy contained in bottles. One single mistake, one time nearly all her work lost to some butter fingered genius dropping a potion and she was certainly not going to take any chances with that again. Potions with anything fire related were special order only.

Stepping around the front counter she stood there with a paw feeling over the smooth top, eyes closed as she let out a happy little sigh to mumble to herself, "Finally, finally made something of myself with this place."

Well, perhaps she should hold back on her gushing pride just for a moment. Before the renovations, she had barely had enough customers to be able to afford said renovations. She'd need an influx of new people taking interest in her stock or at the very least more than one customer a day taking interest in something cheap. She could take some solace in the fact that she had hiked her prices a bit to match the quality she felt she was putting out. If they thought that she was too expensive then they could find some other potion maker out in the woods working on exotic potions and get lost under a rock for all she cared. Still, doubt lingered in her mind.

Layne had never taken the time to really meet and greet with the villagers. She had only ever gone to grab herself the bare necessities and come back to her store to work on her wares. She snorted just a bit at that. She must've seemed like some sort of crazed young hermit out on her own making potions in a tiny dank cottage with nothing but her equipment and a few shelves to show off what she had made. Ah well, there was nothing to do for it but hope that people would come see the new store and hopefully gain the confidence to buy into more of her wares.

Thinking on it, she did have a few customers beforehand who were more than overjoyed with her work. She remembered their praise and smiled just a bit. Perhaps word of mouth would be enough to not only keep her afloat, but bring her a proper influx of customers, and perhaps even someone to spend some time with.

The hermetic lifestyle was most certainly not for her. Nothing to entertain one's self except the grooling task of learning your art. No visitations except salesmen of loans, billers and the odd customer looking for something vaguely specific for a cheaper price than what they would normally get it at and all of them vultures and carrion pigeons looking to see if they could take advantage of her dire straits. The worst thing were the lonely nights spent with nothing but thoughts of previous encounters to keep her masturbation somewhat entertaining and not a single person she wanted to warm her bed actually staying in her bed. Now that she was in a somewhat comfortable position she should be able to find herself a partner to have a bit of fun with without the desperation of needing to eat lingering on her tongue. Just thinking about finally even having just a little fling that she wanted was enough to have her tail moving about back and forth happily and her eyes narrowing as she smiled and thought of all the little things that could happen. Love was certainly desirable, but a good fuck was perhaps all she needed right now to keep the heat off of her mind and body. Now, if the next customer who walked in was a cute one, then they might be in trouble. Especially if they were looking for a potion of the erotic variety.

Layne's ears perked and her head raised with excitement coloring her eyes as she heard the sound of the door opening and the bell above it ringing pleasantly to signal the fact that someone had just entered. She stood up straight and smoothed out her dress while putting on her most amicable smile that said, "How may I help you?" and waited. Her smile did falter for a moment when she saw that the customer looked a bit suspicious, maybe? They wore a long cloak that covered their entire body and they had a hood drawn up. See, Layne had seen plenty of folk wearing long cloaks because maybe their bodies couldn't handle the sun, but the movement was what really set her hackles off. Hunched over, twitching, looking from side to side came the cloaked figure with careful steps as if they would somehow break the floorboards. Layne felt under the front counter for her wand, but continued smiling as the figure stopped right at the counter so she could say, "Welcome to potions for all sorts, how may I help you?"

Up close, she could see that the figure was actually around her size and they seemed to be shivering? It wasn't cold but they were indeed shivering visibly through their cloak as they spoke, "I uh, yes. This is the potion store that provides uh, any type of potion right? I just...I have a problem that I'd like to solve with one perhaps."

Ah, consultation. That was one thing she did for people who were willing to pay a little extra. No longer fearing the quaking figure, she brought her paws together to tap digit to digit while appraising her customer, "Hm, I can do that probably, but you have to tell me what type of problem it is."

They kept their head down low as they began to fidget in place while trying to stutter out whatever it was that they wanted, "W-w-w...Y-y-you see. I need a uhhh, uhhh."

Layne rolled both of her paws forward to urge the poor creature on until eventually, they took a deep breath to then explain, "I need something to get it up. I just can't seem to get hard in bed. I can do it while just by myself, but I...I'm much too nervous when with partners."

The potion maker resisted the urge to grin and instead leaned forward to say proudly, "Of course I have potions that can keep you nice and hard. I have incense that can keep you and your wife going for a few days too if that is what you want or need, but before any of that, can you take off your hood? How can I choose the best potion if I don't even know what you are?"

That was a little fib. Truth be told. She could just hand the poor thing a potion to get their cock up and settle it at that. Customization of potions was required with more complicated things, but of course she couldn't help toy around with shy boys like this, besides, she wanted to see if he was cute enough to eat for herself.

The customer took bite of the bait she had set out and he very carefully withdrew his hood and Layne's eyes practically gleamed with greed as she saw what was beneath. A pink scaled dragon-like sort with grassy green eyes looked at her nervously as he fidgeted about with his claws tapping together. A drak, what a perfect catch.

"So, Mr...?"

"Pik."

"So, Mr. Pik. You need a potion that can keep you up and keep you rowdy with your wife so you can breed her night and day until you have a pretty clutch of eggs you can care for? Is that it?" Layne said in a purr.

Pik seemed to shrink just a bit and she swore she saw embarrassed color on the scales of his cheeks as he grabbed at his face as if to hide, "Oh gosh, gosh uh...Yes. That is exactly it. We've been married for a good few years and I love her so and she does me, but I've never been able to have sex with anyone due to my nerves. Could...Could you please help me? I can pay absolutely anything you want."

As if Layne wouldn't believe him, he pulled out a fat pouch jingling with coin and dropped it on the front counter. Layne's eyes looked down at the bag of coin and then at her scaled customer before she began to continue her little game with renewed hunger, "Why, all of this for just one potion? Dear, you must want your wife to be happy right? How about I do this for you. With your potion of hardening, I'll toss in some fertility incense and a sample of a variant of the potion of hardening that will melt those little nerves of yours away during sex."

Pik's head perked and his eyes seemed to sparkle with little tears trailing down his scales as he leaned in at the mention of that confidence potion, "Really? You're not lying? W-would it really do that?"

Layne giggled as she leaned in to gently, gingerly wipe his tears away with little flicks of a single digit from her paw, "Yes yes, that is why I am going to let you test it right here. We can go to the back of my store for privacy and I can show you how to apply it for your sort of genitals."

Pik nodded happily, "Oh, oh Miss Layne. I had heard you were a potion maker worth visiting. I didn't think that it would be like this."

Layne gave his snout a soft pat before snorting, "Don't thank me just yet dear! You see, all this extra comes with a little something extra from you as well. A single scale sound fine?"

Pik blinked. She could see the gears turning in his head and the gears turning in his tail as it slapped from side to side behind him. A scale from anything with dragon blood meant a lot. In general, practitioners drooled over parts containing dragon's magic and this was no different. Of course, it was illegal to just harvest dragon organs which were the more powerful ingredients, but scales could be bartered from dragon kind themselves because the removal of one or two wasn't fatal. Eventually, Pik nodded and stood up straight to start walking behind the counter as Layne opened the little gate leading to the back. Before she followed him into her back room, she stepped around her counter to take a flask glowing pink and green that would serve perfectly for what she wanted to do. Oh, she was going to enjoy this. Normally she didn't make a habit of taking advantage of customers, but this one was too cute, too ripe for the picking and besides, those scales were far too good to pass up.

The back room in her store was a storage room and workshop of sorts. She had square shelves with herbs of all kinds and other ingredients with tables set up with all of her little various tools to mix potions including a black cauldron in the center of the room. At the far side of her little workshop was the door that led to her home, but they wouldn't be going there just yet.

With a mischievous smile, she offered the nervous boy a seat while purring, "Now, just get your clothes off and take a seat right here and I'll take care of the rest."

Again she saw the color touch the scales of his cheek and she had to giggle while he slowly began to work off his cloak. Beneath Pik's cloak, he had not been wearing a single thing. Now that he was nude she could see that he was a stout fellow with a bit of a soft belly and curve to his hips that gave her body cause to grow warm. When he sat down on the chair, Layne moved with playful intent to feel over his thighs softly while kneeling down and purring, "I'll have to apply this myself to show you how it's done... We at least have to get the tip out to apply the potion."

Pik covered his face with his hands and nodded bashfully as if she would see the embarrassment plain on his face. Layne sighed happily at the sight of such a cute boy spreading his legs for her. On her knees, she began to feel over his inner thighs with one paw, soft digits trailing to his genital slit carefully and gingerly. She purred as she began to run a digit up and down to see just how his nerves affected his erection. Little squeaks began to sound off from his mouth as she kept pressing and dipping her digits into his genital slit to feel over his cock and purr as it began to grow to her touch. Oh? She hadn't even applied the potion and she could see more than just the tip starts to poke out.

Layne took hold of the drak's thickening shaft. It was a red colored thing that slowly grew against her soft paw pads inch by inch until it was at her nose. She couldn't help but purr as she gave the tip of the sizable cock a soft lick, her mind lost in the chance at such a thing pressing inside of her before she heard Pik squeak to break her out of her lust driven stupor, 'W-what are you doing?"

Broken out of her sudden lust drunk hunger, she looked up at Pik before chuckling, "Well, I was going to just get the tip of your cock out, but lookie lookie, you're all hard. Are you sure it's nerves that make it tough for you to get hard? Or maybe you've never been treated right?"

Pik whimpered and shut his eyes tight as he mumbled, "N-no...Just...No one has ever done that and your paws are so soft..."

Layne gave his cock a gentle grip before popping the cork off of the flask in her other paw. It was time to have a little fun with the poor thing. Carefully, she poured the mixture out on his cock and watched as it seemed to swell and grow just a bit harder as she started to slather every inch of his cock in the stuff until his twitching shaft was glistening with the pink and green tonic. Pik gasped aloud and began to squirm beneath her touch, his tail lashing about behind him.

"W-what is that?! It feels...It feels so good!" He moaned with a sudden lust filled thrust to her paw.

Layne giggled, "It's the potion. It'll keep you nice and horny for a long time and hard at that no matter what, but you know, now that you know it works. You should be getting back on your way home right?"

Pik whimpered and thrust to her paw again with a sort of desperate desire for attention that she could feel growing from his twitching cock as he began to beg while forgetting about the other effect of the potion, "N-no, wait, please. Please, don't leave me like this. I... I want you to take care of it, please. I'll pay extra, another scale, anything, please. It...It feels so hot I can barely handle it."

Layne dragged a single digit from the base of his cock all the way to the tip with a smile that would make a demon quiver. From there, she took her paw away and set her cheek in paw and watched him with the expression a predator might give to prey animal before pouncing.

"Now, why would I help you out here? You're hard and horny for your wife, isn't that right? You could walk home like this with potions in hand, mhm?"

Pik trembled and his eyes looked down past the potion maker and to the floor as he gripped at his own cock with shaky hands to squeeze, "I...I can't just do that...Everyone would see this and my legs feel so weak right now. P-please help? I'll pay...I'll pay anything you want just don't leave me like this."

Layne saw his eyes quake and quiver with a sort of desperation she might see in a teased animal and she had to give his cock the softest of kisses and sigh aloud, "Poor darling. Please don't cry. I'll take good care of you just you watch. An extra scale sounds like the perfect price for my rear."

Immediate relief struck Pik's face, his body relaxing against the seat, though, he still fidgeted about with his cock still twitching and begging for attention. Layne brought her dress up and hooked her thumbs through her blue panties to let them fall, her barbed cock touching the cool air. She then purred as she climbed his lap with her tail coiling around his cock and her mouth planting soft kisses on his chest while her paws touched his sides gently. There was no way she could hide her own lust in this, but he certainly didn't seem to mind.

Pik gasped, not from the fact that her tail was touching his cock, not from her paws on his side or her kisses, but from a sudden involuntary motion that moved his hands to her rear. He gripped and spread her rump apart while stuttering, "W-what? I uh, I'm sorry...I didn't...I didn't mean--"

"Shhh, just let it happen. I told you this potion would be a bit of a confidence boost didn't I?"

Pik's claws dug through her fur and his eyes green eyes seemed to turn foggy. His tongue hung out and Layne could feel the heat radiating from his body through his scales and through her own dress. She smiled as she brought a paw up to stroke over his cheek and she leaned to whisper the most loving of words, "Be as rough as you want."

That set something off in the drak. He let out a hot breath accompanied by embers that trailed past Layne's head nearly singeing her ear, but she still only smiled and massaged his cheeks. Without a word, his claws dug through her fur and against her rear just a bit tighter and he brought her up quickly. Layne had just removed her tail when he yanked her down onto his cock. She gasped as the tapered tip pressed inside of her so easily. Her gasp had left her mouth wide open and she moaned just in time for his own maw to plant over hers and his tongue slipping in with a heated fever that she could feel trailing down her own body. His mouth felt spicy hot to the point where it felt like the hottest of summers in her own store. The warmth of his cock felt like an extension of the summer stricken feverish heat and she gladly pressed to his body for more.

Layne trembled as she felt the tip of his cock press deep inside of her rear. He struggled to fit every inch of his shaft in her and his hips moved in a desperate fervor to push inside of her rear, to get more of his member in her ass. Layne did her best to try and help him by moving, but his hands were so firmly clamped onto her rear that all she could do was press and arch against him while he tried to fill her with his shaft. It was as if he had lost every semblance of control and his mind had been drowned in lust and the effects of the potion, which was exactly what she had wanted.

Love, compassion, gentle kisses and sweet partners were always nice, but Layne had been without an actual lover who she actually wanted in so long that she needed a good pounding to remember how it feels to be beautiful in the arms of someone who wants you without stop. She could feel his desire in the way his claws were running up her back, his need in the way that his hot tongue danced against her own, and his hunger in the way that he so desperately tried to piston his cock inside of her rear even though she was too tight. The pain that hit her was nowhere near the amount of pleasure she was getting out of this, no way would she try to stop him. Her potion had made it easy for him to press inside and had made sure to keep his cock nice and lubricated, but it still wasn't enough to have him be able to pound every inch that thick thing inside of her. The little bits of struggle in thrusting and his occasional whines and growls only thrilled her that much more as he continued his desperate attempts to bottom himself out inside of her.

With her rear being stretched so wide by his desperate thrusts, it didn't take long before he finally managed to fit every single inch of his cock inside of her. Layne felt her insides grow fiery hot with warm pre dripping inside of her and sliding against her inner walls. She moaned aloud as her mouth was suddenly let free from the grasp of the other's maw and gasped when he bit down firmly on her shoulder. Pik's fangs dug through and tore her dress while biting down beneath fur and against her skin. She trembled and mewled as she felt him begin to pull her up and down on his cock rapidly. Normally, Layne would have struck someone for tearing her dress, but she couldn't think of anything but the satisfaction of being taken so thoroughly.

Layne's own cock was twitching and bouncing as she felt every thrust of his push a sort of pleasure through her body that struck at her insides and sent ripples of arousal against her barbed member. At this point, she was panting and nearly ready to collapse against him from the combination of the rough pounding inside of her ass and the heat that only seemed to grow in intensity the more he thrust. The summer heat turned to a blistering hellfire through her body that seemed ready to drain her of all of her energy as she found her eyes growing foggy and her mind growing mired by pleasure and lust. She panted against him and held on for dear life as he continued thrusting. Pik's cock was growing inside of her, swelling and twitching so violently she had to think that he was close to his orgasm. She hadn't been wrong.

One last thrust and Pik brought his mouth from her shoulder to let out a snarl accompanied by a blast of fire nearly avoiding her head as he thrust. That snarl and thrust were accompanied by a torrential amount of cum that began to fill her insides and stain them with thick seed. Layne gasped and let out a shaky moan as her toes curled and her eyes shut tight. She trembled against the drak as she felt every twitch of his cock fire off more and more of that hot seed into her rear until he was finally done. When his orgasm had finished her cock twitched violently and let out her own climax onto his stomach while her insides were full to the brim with a warmth that drove up her spine and back down through her tail. Prik himself was panting, hot breath touching her shoulder as he leaned against her and coiled his arms around her body to squeeze her needily. With a happy sigh, she returned the squeeze with her eyes shut and a purr sounding off from her mouth. She had most certainly enjoyed that, but now, after a bit of rest, it was time for business.

After a bit of cleanup, Layne had taken part of her payment from the drak's hide and transitioned to the front of the store. Layne was standing at the front counter humming happily while placing potions in a container and sealing the top every so gently.

"Here we are! Four of the hardening confidence, four of the fertility incense and two soothing tinctures for your wife if you should go too rough. That is what your coin and two scales should buy you...And one the other scale, of course, is for my dress you ruined."

Pik had a look of remorse as he opened his mouth to speak, "I can give you more for what I did. Five scales even, ten, just...I'm so sorry about that. I...I just don't know what came over me. I just had to bite and I--"

Layne put a paw up and shook her head, "Calm down Pik, I liked it. It was pretty fun. Feel free to stop by anytime for either some potions you need or well, some lessons on how people should handle your cock hah! Now, run along Pik. I'm sure your wife is missing you very much."

Pik gave a slight bow and took the container in his arms before saying his goodbyes and walking to the door. Before he left, though, he called out, "I'll be sure to spread the word and uh...Maybe I'll come back...F-for potions of course!" With that he left, the bell above the door ringing as the last few signs of his shopping.

Layne smiled happily while looking over the heavy pouch of coins and the pink scales. She could sell one of the scales for a hefty price and then use the rest for her mixtures and better yet, he had said he would spread the word for her. Today had been a good first day, even if her backside felt as if someone had poked her with something too hot. Truth be told, the sore feeling was a mark of happiness for her. That sex had been wonderful and she would surely be glad to see him come back again, and perhaps, perhaps more cute customers would give her a visit looking for some potions, and for some fun. What a wonderful start to her new and improved store.