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High School Herms: Dominating the Dragoness

By Von Krieger

Tiaquenatathion sighed and rubbed her muzzle as she glared at the computer in front of her. For all the wonders that the union of worlds had produced, it had also brought along with it a collection of annoyances and complications enough to try even the patience of a near immortal. Here she was on a glorious evening, an entire weekend ahead of her, so many wondrous things she could do with her little collection of pets waiting for a free moment or two. But rather than being at home with her own personal 'harem' she was stuck in the office drafting memos about various minutia.

Upon Old Aerth she would merely have given the word, and policy would have been changed according to her whim. But now she had to discuss things with the heads of various departments, listen to their input, have the school board look over her proposals, and wait for them to give them their blessing before they could be enacted. It was boring tedium, something far below someone of her bloodline and power. She was the mightiest dragon upon three continents, or at least she had been once. She had managed the feat even with only being three-quarters dragon. She was the only non-pure blooded dragon to be gifted a proper name by the gods of dragonkind. She took the opportunity to remind everyone of that at every opening. But eventually the inferiority of minds and tongues grated on her so badly that she allowed them to call her something lesser, Headmistress Quena. The Headmistress title was required. If the lesser beings couldn't be bothered to learn how to pronounce her name, they would make up for it by addressing her as "Mistress."

Quena let out another sigh and continued writing her mindless memorandums. Oh certainly she could have merely dictated them and had a secretary write them up, but she took her position as the head of an entire magical university quite seriously. Even though it was boring and tedious, she would personally oversee each one of her duties. Besides, she couldn't trust a lesser being to convey the proper intellect and elegance to the words.

The drudgery was interrupted some minutes later with a tentative knock at her door, barely audible. The door cracked upon a moment later and a furred feline face peered in with an expression somewhere between fear and awe, "I was t-t-told by the Admissions Office to come up and s-see you personally, H-H-Headmistress Quena," the feline girl stammered.

The dragoness smiled; perhaps she would have some fun this evening after all. She smiled widely, quite a fearsome sight with the many teeth within her reptilian snout. "Come in, my pet," she said in her most pleasant tone of voice, "and make yourself comfortable."

She waved to the chair across from her and the newcomer bowed, clasping her hands in front of her before stepping into the office, making sure to close the door behind her. Quena sent a small spark of will towards the door, locking it and activating a symbol of enchantment upon it that would give anyone approaching an immense sense of foreboding. It prevented her from being disturbed by anyone unless they came bearing news of a sort that would anger the Headmistress even more than having her fun interrupted.

Quena drew in a deep breath, her sense of smell incredibly keen, even for a dragon. She could sense the emotions upon the girl, fear, respect, awe, as she should be from a being half her massive height. She could also scent other things; great magical potential, as well as a rather... interesting fact about her guest. She allowed her eyes to roam over the girl's body; she was just how the dragoness liked her pets. The feline was still in the stages of life where her mind and soul could be easily shaped, almost effortlessly bound to a will greater than her own. She was blossoming wonderfully into womanhood, hints of further development that would make her an absolutely gorgeous young woman by the time she graduated from the university.

Other scents reached deep into Quena, drawing out other urges. The girl was shy, submissive, and found the dragoness wonderfully attractive. She was having some difficulty keeping her arousal in line, and as Quena looked over her the dragoness could easily see why. The girl tried her best to hide it, but she was wearing clothes that were too small for her lithe frame; perhaps something from an elder sister, but to Quena's keen gaze her state of mixed gender was obvious. Quena caught herself from letting out an involuntary gasp; she had known of the girl's dual gender upon her entry into the room, but if what she saw held true, then the girl was quite well endowed as a male.

Her hair and fur were well groomed, nearly gleaming in the dim light the dragoness preferred in her office. Her long hair, worn in a pair of pigtails, looked wonderfully soft, and the dragoness' fingertips ached in longing, desiring nothing more than to run through those silken tresses. She could do without the large saber teeth that extended down past the girl's chin, but they came with the package. An interesting mortal bloodline steeped in sorcery. The red hair and lavender eyes also marked her as one who had parents dabbling in dark magics.

"So, Miss Kinai," Quena purred, "what brings you to my campus, rather than having one of your own instruct you in the way of magic?"

The girl's facial fur fluffed in a blush, apparently not expecting the dragoness to know of her heritage. She took a moment to regain her composure, drawing in a few deep breathes and letting them out.

"I... I'm Kiko Kinai, Headmistress," the girl began. "And none of my kin wish to take me on as an apprentice due to certain...," the girl sighed softly and looked downward, ashamed. "Certain deformities and behaviors. With my clan's seeking of patron spirits, I would be away in the wilderness with my mentor for quite some time and..."

She seemed to be on the verge of tears.

Quena fought the impulse to grin predatorily, "And though your clan encourages intimacy between master and pupil, your kin find your state of mixed gender undesirable," she said, allowing herself to grin.

Kiko's eyes widened, "Y-yes, Headmistress," she said, bowing again. "Though my clan identifies a third gender, it is one of feminine body and male gender. My..." she began to sob softly.

"Your possession of both sexes is looked upon as freakish and unclean," the dragoness finished for the girl.

The young snow leopard merely nodded, pulling her legs up into the chair and wrapping her arms around them. She looked so small, so fragile, so perfect. It took a great deal of self control to stop herself from reaching out and grabbing the girl and holding her tight. All of Quena's pets were like Kiko, neither male nor female, but a state in between. Each held wonderful magical potential that Quena would coax and shape into something wonderful. They also all came from poor backgrounds, requiring patronage in order to attend the university.

"And if you've been sent to me, that means that you need a sponsor on staff here, being unable to pay your tuition, yes?" Quena said, standing.

The girl nodded once more, shaking softly, "Y-yes ma'am," she whispered, quivering all over.

Quena leaned over the desk, placing a finger beneath the girl's chin, coaxing her gaze to meet the dragoness' own. The touch came with a subtle spell, one to break down inhibitions and increase arousal. Kiko gasped softly at the touch, and the dragon could scent her growing need upon the air. The snow leopard could only meet Quena's gaze for a moment before looking elsewhere and downwards, her facial fur fluffing even more.

"Don't worry about it, my pet. There's no reason for you to fear what is perfectly natural. Increased arousal is very common in people like you. Not many are prepared to deal with the need and longing that someone like you goes through every day. How many times do you need to pleasure yourself in order to make the need stop? Twice a day? Three times? Four?" she purred.

"F-f-five," Kiko stammered, finding herself leaning against the dragoness' hand. That was all the invitation Quena needed, scooping the tiny feline up into her arms and sitting back down upon her chair. The snow leopard clung to her, snuffling softly as Quena held her close with one arm, the other gently stroking her fur, running fingers through her hair, comforting the poor girl.

"I can help you deal with your need, dear heart; I can help you in so many ways. All you need to do is say it. Would you like to be my apprentice, my pet?" the dragoness grinned, though the phrasing sounded innocent, as she had been calling the girl 'my pet' from the beginning, it was a calculated move in order to get the young leopardess to bind herself far deeper to the dragoness than a mere apprentice.

"I-I-I..." Kiko stammered, gulping loudly as the dragoness' taloned fingers found their way beneath her skirt, "Y-yes!" she added, "Y-you... pet... y-yes..."

In that moment a spark of energy passed between the two. Quena was nearly panting with need and longing, she'd never been so excited over a new pet before. A quick motion of her claws parted the girl's sodden panties from her body, easily cast aside. Quena shuddered as she wrapped her hand around the girl's glorious cock, bigger than anything her other pets sported, and Kiko was not even full grown yet.

The snow leopard gasped softly, thrusting into Quena's grip. "Just one m-more thing..." Quena gasped, craving Kiko's cock more and more by the second, "A kiss to seal the deal, and then you'll be..."

"Be mine?" Kiko finished, looking up at the dragoness with pleading eyes filled with happy tears and a hopeful smile.

"Yes..." the dragon purred, leaning down, her smooth forked tongue seeking out Kiko's rougher one.

The snow leopard cried out softly as seemingly a lifetime of pent up need surged outward from her climax. Quena's suitcoat and shirt were saturated, but she didn't care, such a wonderful prize as this was worth far more that mere clothing. She could feel the magical bond building between the two of them, master and pet, but there was something else, a pleasant warmth from the girl's seed, seeming to grow in heat rather than cooling upon her scales.

"Mmm... you're mine now." The dragoness growled, grabbing Kiko by the waist, intent on turning her over, bending her over the desk. But oddly her powerful grip was stopped by the gentle placement of a hand upon her wrist.

"No, 'my pet,'" Kiko said, her voice shifting, full of confidence, sounding much more familiar now that its owner no longer had to maintain a shy and submissive tone, "You are MINE!" Yuriko kicked the reclining mechanism of the chair, shoving the dragoness back. "For all your fondness for wordplay for your binding spells, your hubris assures that you pay little attention at all to the words coming from a submissive little fucktoy." She growled.

Quena's eyes widened, she wanted to roar, to lash out at this upstart servant of hers who had somehow concealed her true appearance through unknown magics that she had been unable to scent out. But she could not, the spell that she had prepared was incredibly binding, she had designed it herself for use on her own thralls and playthings. As much as it sickened her, she couldn't help but part her lips and give a soft reply of, "Yes, my mistress."

"Mmm... that's what I've waited so long to hear..." Yuriko purred, slipping a hand beneath the dragoness' skirt, "Now if the pattern holds true, this ought to be rather interesting for you..."

The warmth of the seed had spread, seemingly all over Quena's body. For all her suppressed rage and indignation about being enslaved by a mere mortal mammal, the sensation of Yuriko's fingertips upon her suddenly burning loins seemed almost worth it.

Almost.

Quena moaned as a strange new lust began to build inside her. She couldn't help but grind against Kiko's... no, Yuriko's caress. How could she have been so careless? Why hadn't she seen the girl's stammerings to be the dominant half of the arcane pact? Gods, how had she managed to make the spell so easy to fool?

"C-c-counterspell..." she managed to moan, "Less than an hour before..."

Yuriko grinned. "Before aspects of it become permanent? What's wrong? Don't want a taste of your own medicine?" she purred, stroking the dragoness' cheek.

"I know what things you placed in your enthrallment charm, I can feel them through my tie to you, Quena. You're a sick bitch, you know that? I knew that your 'apprentices' were screwed up, but I had no idea you were this twisted. I think it's going to be quite fitting, having you bound to my will, every moment that you're either not in my presence or doing my bidding filled with longing to serve your mistress. I have half a mind to summon a chaos portal and toss you in, letting you pine away into nothingness somewhere in the vast expanse of eternity."

Quena couldn't help herself; the spell had already begun to twist her mind and spirit into the shape she had desired for her toys. The very thought of being away from Yuriko filled her with soul crushing despair. But despite it she managed to growl out a threat.

"You know what will happen to my pets if you do that to me," she managed, though any intimidation factor she had was broken by the shuddering gasp that escaped her lips as she could feel something changing within her loins.

"Oh yes, that's why I figured out a bit of a compromise. The power coursing through you right now, changing you, it seems to not only make you male and female in one, a hermaphrodite, but it also seems to probe deep into your psyche, to find a wonderful fantasy or desire that you've always craved, but never been able to act on or achieve." Yuriko said, grinning, "Tear open your shirt; let's see you play with these wonderful breasts for your mistress."

Quena's hands had gripped her shirt before she realized what she was doing. She tried to struggle against the command, but she felt that terrible sorrow filling her once again. Heat filled the dragoness' face as she did as she was told, buttons flying everywhere. The spell cooled her anger, turning it into shyness and shame, just how she liked her own pets. Without prompting she removed her bra and tossed it away, not wanting to risk Yuriko ordering her to destroy even more of her clothing. It was nearly impossible to find good, comfortable, professional looking clothing in her massive size. Altering it magically gave it a faint tickle that annoyed her.

Her annoyance at the destruction of her shirt faded as she ran a thumb over each nipple, the pleasure of the act magnified a dozen times by the presence of the spell. A surprised moan forced its way out of her throat; Quena was stunned by the intensity of what she felt. If a mere touch was enough to make her nearly immobile with ecstasy, what would actual sex feel like? She would be like a mindless beast if Yuriko ordered her to fuck. It would be too much, far too much. Quena felt actual guilt for her construction of the enthrallment spell. If a powerful, immortal being like her was easily overwhelmed by the sexual sensations boosted by the spell, how could she expect a young mortal to adapt to it?

She'd seen that constant look of fear in her pets' eyes, but she had assumed that it was merely a mix of awe, respect, and having missed her while she was working. But if all sexual sensations were magnified than it would mean that ordering her pets to pleasure her would grant orgasmic sensation many times more than the mundane body could ever provide. No wonder they mobbed her the moment she was in the door, clinging frantically to her. Her pets had gotten into fistfights amongst themselves several times, often when Quena had worked late and only had the desire to play with one or two before bed. They were addicted to her, far more so than they could have been to any drug.

"You see?" Yuriko whispered, brushing tears from the dragoness' muzzle. "See what your carelessness with so-called 'lesser' races has brought into being?"

"I didn't..." Quena whimpered. "I didn't know."

"And as you said, after an hour things that to work their way into the 'pet,' becoming a permanent part of them, you can never fix those that you have broken. But I think I have a way to assure that you don't suffer the same fate. Interested?"

Quena could only nod as her mistress picked up the pace of her caresses, stroking the oh so sensitive nub of her clit, which seemed to be growing.

"Your thoughts and desires are mine to read, just like you could look over your pets if you so desired. But you've become lazy and complacent. Rather than finding what they desire, what they crave, you've instead given them orders, letting the spells that bind them reshape their wills in order to match your own. How many of them are still pets, and how many are little more than puppets?

"I think that would be fitting, to make you my puppet; to have me pulling your strings. Even if I removed you, there would be no guarantee that the next headmistress would be just as bad, or perhaps even worse. Oh no, I think I'll leave you right where you are, and assure that you take steps to better this academy for everyone. Not just for your favorite sorts of beings. Having a one hundred year lifespan does not make teaching magic to them a waste."

The words drew a spark of thought from Quena, and she threw all her will into hiding it. But her efforts were not enough; Yuriko laughed and slipped a finger into the dragoness' femsex. It brought further tears to Quena's eyes and she thrust against her mistress, arching her back involuntarily. Yuriko was just teasing her and Quena had nearly climaxed; what would it feel like to have that huge, wonderful cock inside of her?

"Oh just you wait, I'll be filling you like a proper whore in due time. I want you to hunger for it, to beg me to be fucked. And I don't want it to be the spell doing the work. My manhood is off limits to you until you truly desire it, until you can't stand being without it anymore."

Yuriko leaned forward, her rough feline tongue tracing over a huge, black nipple. "Mmm... you're so wonderfully colored, so exotic. It's a shame you dress so conservatively. If I were you, I'd love to show this off."

Quena blushed as she felt the suggestion sink into her. It would please her mistress if the dragoness dressed slatternly, and pleasing Yuriko would make Quena feel oh so wonderful.

"Though I can't really hang around with you all day and watch people ogle your wonderfully built body in proper clothes to show it off. Or can I?" she said with a wicked grin.

"You've always wanted to be the power behind the power, the true strength behind a position of authority. You never truly wanted this job, but you saw no other way to do it. You've also had the desire of being in perfect control of someone, being able to direct their every move, their every thought and word. You can have that ability, if you truly desire it. You can also be a hidden power, but one hiding in plain sight. And best of all, you'd never, ever have to be apart from your mistress. Would you like that my pet? To have so many needs, desires, and dreams made real?" Yuriko whispered.

Quena tensed, moaning once more. She found herself embracing the alteration in her gender, found herself craving it; longing for it to surge forth into a proper draconic length. But its growth seemed stunted.

"I'm only letting it grow when you submit more and more to me," Yuriko purred. "I'll let it grow out a few inches, give you a proper cock, if you'll admit that you're mine. That you're my pet, my slave, my whore. Isn't that what you make your pets promise before you fuck them? Stroke them and caress them, forbid them to climax from one of their sexes until their bind themselves even further to you and cast aside their dignity?"

"I... I..." the dragoness stammered. Words that had sounded so much fun coming from her own lips instead were harsh, dominating, and wicked when spoken by another. She had merely thought it fun, infusing her pets with a similar open, free, and powerful sexuality like most of dragonkind was known for. She thought it also a bit of teasing, of coaxing her pets into a more lustful mood. Though that part was quite true, as Yuriko's demands made her ache for more, long for more, nearly to the point where she needed to let the feline complete the alterations upon her. She felt like she was going to explode from the built up sensations within her that refused to be unleashed.

"I want you to experience everything you've done to them, pet," Yuriko said, punctuating her words by dragging her rough feline tongue over Quena's breast. "I want you to say it. I want you to tell me what you are. Just a few little words and this can be all over."

"I need... I need..." Quena whimpered, "need to fuck..."

"Then just say the words," the leopardess purred, shifting her positioning just a little, allowing her furred thighs to rub against the dragon's still-growing length, "tell me what you are."

Quena let out a soft, sobbing moan. She couldn't help it, it was too much to take. Every inch of her body screamed out for sex, to plunge her newly developed cock into her mistress' depths. While her mind cried out to her that she could resist, the sensations of the flesh were too much to tolerate. "Your whore, mistress," she whispered. "I'm your whore."

The dragoness' body quivered as a surge of energy poured through it, and suddenly the need was gone. The ache was still their, the lustful, overwhelming desire. But it was no longer something to be feared, something to be resisted. Quena let out a soft sigh, the last bits of the spell slipping into place upon her mind and spirit. She welcomed them now as all the thoughts of resistance, of breaking free, of vengeance that filled her drifted away. It felt wonderful to obey, to serve her mistress. Her obedience was rewarded as Yuriko lowered herself onto her pet's new member.

Quena let out a pleasured moan as she felt her new manhood shifting. No longer was it merely an overgrown clit, but rather a proper draconic dick with its generous length and girth, its spade shaped head, its heavy sheath at the base, and all the little rings, ridges, and bumps that made a draconic dildo the most popular shape for pleasuring many races of sentient being. It made Quena grin to hear her mistress' soft cries as she lowered herself onto the massive length.

The new pet felt as if she'd erupt in climax the moment the tip of her new member slipped inside her mistress. But the spell that bound them together made it impossible unless she had permission. It shamed Quena, having never known the intense need that her own pets had felt until now. It was almost maddening, being held for what seemed like forever at the edge of climax, feeling the stimulation you needed to make it explode into a wonderful sensation of bliss, but to have it be denied to you until someone had given you say so.

Tears filled her eyes as guilt overwhelmed her for what she had done. She had given orders to her pets to make them totally unable to climax without her say so. No wonder they mobbed her. Making each one of them infused with a dragon's lusts but utterly unable to slake them with anyone but their mistress. No wonder they fought, no wonder they clung to her so tightly, no wonder many seemed so sad.

"We will do our best to rectify that then, yes?" Yuriko whispered, "I think that shall be your first punishment once your transformation is complete. To spend a day, or two, or three, whatever it takes, fully satisfying all your pets. I think you'll like that."

Quena sighed softly, wrapping her arms around Yuriko, hugging her tight. "Yes..." she said softly, "I... I would like that very much."

Yuriko grinned, "Good. Then you may climax, Quena. Cum for your mistress."

As uncomfortable as being denied her release was, the dragoness would have been more than eager to wait, for hours if needs be, if this was her reward at the end. It was enough to overwhelm all her mental barriers, all the wards and preventatives she had put into place upon her own mind to keep a handful of things in check, and to protect against certain sorts of magic. But the intense, sexual energy that had begun to creep through her the moment Yuriko's strangely glowing seed had splattered upon Quena blew them all aside. It reached deep down within the dragoness, looking for something that would match the instruction it had been given. There was almost a consciousness to it, a tangible glee that was felt as it happened upon something deep within Quena's psyche and sought to bring it to life.

The first eruption of seed from the dragoness was enough to make mistress and pet both cry out in shock and awe at its intensity and sheer voluminousness. But the second surpassed it, and the third surpassed the second, the fourth dwarfing them all in intensity. Quena could do nothing more than to hug her mistress tightly against her body. The dragoness found a strange feeling flowing through her body. It seemed to start both at her outermost and innermost portions. She felt it upon her scaled skin and within her torso, the same sensation of a flowing liquid.

She did not see her scales become smooth and glossy, nor did she see their coloration alter to become perfectly uniform and even. Her coloration remained, but it seemed more artificial than organic. Still her cock continued to surge, pumping Yuriko's womb full of seed. Not a single drop spilled from the snow leopard's sex and her belly began to bulge from the amount that was being forced into it.

Quena shuddered as she felt strange sensations, it was like her insides were being turned into liquid and forced explosively into her mistress' belly. It felt so good, and yet it frightened her. Yuriko chuckled and stroked the dragon's cheek, Quena's new sleek, smooth skin deforming with the slightest touch. She tried to form a question, but her tongue and throat lacked the cohesion to give voice to the words.

"I give you everything I promised, a method to be with your mistress always." Yuriko purred, placing a hand upon her growing belly. "A portion of you will always be carried within me, even when you get to fulfill your fantasies of power and control. You will be able to experience the ultimate domination and the ultimate submission. Your body shall no longer be flesh, but a sort of living latex."

Quena looked to Yuriko, her eyes filled with fear, but also excitement and desire.

"You can still function on your own, of course. But with your fluid flesh, you can slip around another person, covering them with yourself. For a time the two of you will be like one, you will control their body, influence the mind, you can dominate them to the ultimate degree," Yuriko said, grinning widely as she gently caressed the dragoness' muzzle with both hands.

Quena's increasingly liquid form began to give way, the leopardess sinking into it. The purple substance flowed around Yuriko's furred form, clinging tightly to it, wrapping her in a living latex suit. The sensation was almost orgasmic, with nearly every portion of Quena that could touch Yuriko doing so.

The snow leopard turned in place, sinking into Quena's much larger form. The living latex swirled around her, reforming a draconic shape using Yuriko as a base framework. Quena felt more and more of herself flow away, belonging more to her mistress than herself. There was not much of 'her' left, mostly upper body and chest held a few inches apart from the leopard, but that too was flowing away.

"But there is also the inverse, where you will give up control entirely. Where you will be a passenger to your host. They will gain your knowledge, your strength, your sexuality, and you will be entirely theirs. Your thoughts and desires entwined with theirs, their emotions and yours nearly inseparable, as close to a unified being as two souls can get without irreparable damage from the parting."

There was almost nothing of Quena left, everything had flowed up Yuriko's suddenly much larger arms. There was nothing more than her head left, held within the snow leopard's hands. Yuriko turned her pet's head, lifting it up like a helmet, positioning it just above her own.

"So in this way we will begin to reform this school. My drive and your power, mortal and immortal, snow leopard and dragoness, as one," she said, bringing down the last piece of her 'suit' down to join the rest.

There was a soft sigh as the two drew their first breath as one. Thoughts, feelings, emotions, memories... all entwined gently, bringing great insight from one to the other. The part that was Quena let out a sigh of relaxation, a great weight and responsibility had been taken from her shoulders. She had not been bested in any sort of contest of strength, combat, sorcery, or will in decades. She no longer needed to work herself to maintain an aura of invincibility. For a time she did not have to make decisions, to plan for the future. Her host and mistress would make them instead. Quena could rest her weary spirit, allowing Yuriko to be the driving force for change and reformation in the University.

The part that was Yuriko let out a sigh of contentment; her vengeance had been completed, and now she could focus upon improving things. There was university policy to alter in time. But more immediate was to tend to the needs of the 'girls' at home, the most current crop of mixed genders students who had put themselves under the thrall of the dragoness so that they could study sorcery. There were nearly a dozen that had belonged to Quena, but most had graduated and thus been given new commands and gifted to other schools, under new masters and mistresses.

Yuriko could do nothing for them, but the trio of girls that were currently under Quena's care could be helped. The new headmistress stood, letting out a soft moan as she felt the power of her new body. Of course it was merely Quena's living latex flesh wrapped around her own as a living suit, but it was tied into her own consciousness, it felt just as real as her own fur and fangs.

She chuckled, admiring herself in one of the many mirrors the vain dragoness had decorated her office with. The form was halfway that of the great dragon and the lithe, teenage body Yuriko had been able to take on. Her hands and paws were that of a dragon, but their claws, though still large, were those of a feline, retractable. Though that meant little considering she could merely pull them in and out, reshape them to whatever size she desired with the fluid latex dragon's new form.

Her legs were also a mix between feline and dragon, sporting the feline's long legged configuration suitable for sprinting, and the dragon's thicker musculature meant more for leaping into the air. They retained Quena's coloration, mostly a deep purple with a maroon underbelly. Their hair was mainly from Yuriko, lustrous black with a bright red streak, though the wide red streak also contained a smaller pale orange streak. If Yuriko were to let her pet take control, the coloration would reverse.

The thick draconic tail, the massive wings, and the sinuous neck were all Quena's, as was the smooth, sleek skin. Not a single strand of fur was to be found. But their eyes were Yuriko's radiant purple, and there was no mistaking the two large saberfangs that adorned the end of a more bluntly shaped muzzle.

"Mmm... I rather like this," Yuriko purred, running her hand up her midsection, cupping each of the breasts upon that side in turn. She still sported six, but rather than the teenaged size she had sported, they were instead filled out to the scale of a large, buxom dragoness deep in the prime of her life.

"I think we may have to visit my sister, just to show this off," Yuriko purred, caressing the uppermost part. "I think Delilah would just be overcome by fits of jealousy and rage over no longer sporting the biggest breasts in the family."

Quena laughed from her place within her mistress. With everything, the full lives of leopard and dragon open to each other she knew very well about how her mistress' sister behaved.

"But my family visits can come later. Instead let us visit yours, your little sisters," Yuriko said, her semi-draconic muzzle parting in a grin. "After all, I think we may very well to be able to fix some of the damage you've done them with just a tiny bit of effort."

If Quena had control of their shared form's eyes, they would have widened. With access to all of her magical knowledge on top of her own, Yuriko had found a solution. Quena's response was strong enough to send a blissful shiver through their body.

"I thought you might like that. After all, if we cannot break the bond, why not merely reverse it? I think you would rather enjoy being the pet of four mistresses." Yuriko purred, and Quena could not agree more.