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Quetza's Quest

Written by QuetzaDrake(of course)

WARNING!: The following story will, at points, contain some violent content, some sort of slapstick comedy and hilarity, a few curse words, and sexual content. This particular section of the story contains transformation, unbirthing, belly expansion, and breast expansion.

So, basically, if you find this story, and you're seriously not a fan of mine or someone like me, you're gonna probably want to stay clear. Just sayin'. I don't want any bible-humpers on my case. You got your own Bible-fetish sites, and I suggest you stick to them. Kay, that's it.

Chapter 4: Defeated a Tentacle Monster! Good for You.

Hey, folks! It's been a while since we last saw our heroes, so how about we have a short recap? Last time, Quetza found himself at the castle of King George III, where the Trials of Don't Get Killed to obtain the Sword of Deadliness and complete his second given task. He and his new friend Bobby the beret-toting wolf defeated the evil Tentacle Monster and were now being led somewhere by some old guy. Let's join the action!

"So, old guy, what's the dillio about this whole thingamabob?" asked Quetza.

"Yeah, what the hell was up with that slime monster thing?! And who the hell are you anyway?!" Bobby shouted angrily, wringing goo from his beret and clutching the blanket that the butler had put over him.

"Oh, sorry about that, old beans. My name is Baxter--" started the old man, who we can safely say is a rabbit.

"Like the cat from that commercial?!" gasped Quetza.

"...y-yes, like that cat, I suppose," the old rabbit gingerly stated after a moment of surprise at the outburst.

"Eee, I love that commercial! Cause they go, they go like this. Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow! Meow meow meow..." Quetza continued his interpretation of the annoying jingle as the two others anime-sweatdropped.

"Er, yes. Anyway, I'm the head butler for King George III.. his primary attendant, if you will. As for the tentacle monster, well... You see, ages ago, King George's ancestors found that the family's blood was beginning to thin, being mixed with lazy and filthy, filthy cowards'. They devised a test that would enable their daughters to be wed only to those that proved themselves noble and heroic enough to be accepted into the family. Of course, they captured that tentacle monster you defeated, and has been the method to finding suitable heirs to the throne for generations."

"Wait, how's it doing that? If the point is to kill it to become king, well, shouldn't it have died after the first king killed it?" asked Bobby.

"Oh, no, it won't die. It'll regenerate in a couple of hours and be back to gut-bursting speed in no time." The two young men looked at each other quizzically.

"But that's not the point," continued the butler, "The point is that you defeated it and now you must meet with the king."

"King? Oh, I hope it's the King of Cartoons! I haven't watched TV since I started my incredibly long and hilarity-filled adventure not three hours ago!" Quetza exclaimed, shaking with anticipation.

"No, you dumbass, he's talking about King George," Bobby rebutted, eyes rolled and brow furrowed.

Eventually the long, dark hallway ended at a deadend. The old rabbit butler walked over to the wall and pushed a brick, which fell out. He then pushed another, then another, until finally the wall collapsed forward, revealing a lavish, carpeted hallway.

"Someday we need to figure out how to make secret doors that don't involve rebuilding them every time we open them," the butler sighed, "It gets very costly, you see."

"Naturally," Quetza added.

The old butler led them around a corner and to a large set of double-doors. He gestured towards them. "Go ahead through, the king awaits."

Bobby pushed open the doors, Quetza following behind and gnawing on a breadstick. They walked into the throne room. It was gigantic, perhaps bigger than the entire castle... somehow. The entire room seemed to shine and glow from all the precious gems and materials used to make the room, from the marble floor to the diamond-encrusted-diamond-encrusted edging. However, most of the material used seemed to be orichalcum, which made most of the room pink.

At the far end of the long crimson carpet was a pedestal, and upon that pedestal two thrones. On the thrones sat two wolves, one an old, regally-dressed man, adorned with jewels, gold, and the poofy white linings all kings seem to have on their clothes, and the other a young wolfess, dressed in the most stunning bikini you ever did see. I mean, honestly, this thing was bitching. You know where her nipples would be on the top-piece? Emeralds were poking out. And the biggest diamond was poking out of the crotch like a codpiece. Holy crap, if only you could see this thing. I bet it's one of them Magic Bikinis you always see in them RPGs.

But anyway.

The two warriors approached the altar. Bobby kneeled down and looked to the floor. Quetza merely stood there, gnawing on his breadstick and just leaving crumbs everywhere. The king stood slowly, holding a sceptar for support, and approached the two.

"Brave warriors, arise and let me look upon the face of those who have defeated the legendary King Cureslime," he rasped through his thick, long beard, because all old kings have beards, you know. Bobby quickly stood, and Quetza remained standing, having already been rised before. The king looked them over. The two were covered in splotches of green liquid, clinging to their fur and scales. Bobby was attempting to cover himself adequetely before the king with his little blanket, and Quetza finished his breadstick.

"Indeed, these are the faces of true heroes, worthy of becoming heirs to my throne," the king stated. Bobby smiled from ear-to-ear, while Quetza moped after having losing his breadstick friend to the horrible tragedy of hunger.

"However..." the king continued, "...it appears that this time, we have a problem." Bobby's smile faded.

"You see, warriors, never before have two men banded together to defeat the legendary tentacle monster," the king explained, pacing back and forth, "The previous heirs have all been incredibly selfish, you see. Anywho, the problem lies in that two men cannot marry one maiden." King George eyed the two. Bobby looked quite distressed, while Quetza was now chasing a small dog with a poofy tail.

"Luckily, my ancestors prepared for such a predicament. Unfortunately, this means your ordeals are not over yet, heroes. To win my daughter's hand in marriage, I'm afraid you must go to the evil Dreadlord's Lair and steal three jewels of the ancient Kazaaian Horde, then traverse the evil Lake Zlaw--"

"Woah, woah, wait a second," Quetza stopped and looked at the king. "I don't want to marry your daughter."

Everyone in the room looked at Quetza in shock. Even the fruity pink orichalcum gasped in shock. "W-What?! You do not wish to marry my daughter?! Then why did you participate in the Trials of Don't Get Killed?!" the king exclaimed, his mind affectively boggled.

"Well, your Royalguyness, I am on a quest. I must complete five tasks given to me by a shiny floaty ballmajigger in order to gain the wings I so richly desire! I had to do your weird trial thing so that I could get the Sword of Deadliness!" explained Quetza.

"The Sword of Deadliness? I don't believe I've ever heard of that... unless, wait. Are you talking about this old thing?" The king reached in his robe and pulled out a... a butter knife. "I believe that's what the merchant called this when he sold it to my servant. I figured the peddler was simply insane, but I did so need a butter knife. Toast is simply nothing without butter, you understand. If you need it, though, I would be glad to give it to you."

The king walked over to Quetza and handed him the butter knife. "Accept this gift for defeating the tentacle monster, oh brave warrior, and let it be known throughout the kingdom that you are a hero among heroes."

"Neat!" Quetza stated, taking hold of the eating utensil. "Thanks, your Badassery." Quetza held the knife above his head, and the Legend of Zelda fanfare suddenly blared. "Oh, sorry." Quetza reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. "Could you give me a second? I need to take this." Without waiting for an answer, Quetza meandered off a bit and began shouting Italian into the phone.

The king looked at the eccentric young dragon and smiled underneath his beard of awesomeness. He then turned towards the half-naked wolf. "I'm to assume that you do wish to have my daughter in marriage?"

Bobby quickly nodding, practically skipping in place from relinquished hope.

"Very well. Brave young wolf, you shall be wed to my daughter, princess of my kingdom, and will become the heir to the throne," the king swore unto Bobby.

Bobby thrust his arms into the air, the blanket billowing off of him, revealing his naked furry body. He danced about for a minute before realizing his folly and covering his special area. Meanwhile, Quetza began an epic battle with the blanket.

***

After a banquet in honor of the two heroes and a good night's rest, it was time for Quetza to continue on his merry way. The king, princess, and Bobby had gathered at the castle gates to see him off.

Quetza adjusted the pack on his back (a backpack, if you will) and faced the three wolves. The king stepped forward.

"Good luck to you, brave warrior Quetza," the king stated, giving a nod.

The princess smiled cheerfully, clinging tightly to her fiancee's arm.

Quetza walked over to Bobby and looked at him, who looked at him back. After a moment, Quetza blinked. Bobby sneered and gave a HAH of his own. "That time, I won." Quetza blinked a few more time and smiled.

"I'm glad I got to meet ya, Mr. President," Quetza proclaimed, giving a wide, toothy smile.

"Ugh, for the last time..." Bobby frowned, but paused. He then broke out in a grin and chuckled, "Ah, what the hell, call me what you like. Likewise meeting you, stupid." Bobby outstretched his hand to shake Quetza's, but Quetza decided to just bearhug him instead.

Quetza giggled and released Bobby, turning away. He rotated his head back as he began walking away, seeing the three wolves waving and seeing him off. Quetza smiled, then looked forward, ready to face the challenges that awaited him.

But not before tripping over a rock and falling into the dirt. He quickly regained composure and began jogging away, slightly embarassed about the crater his muzzle left.

Chapter 5: The Third Task Awaits! ...Um, What Was It Again?

Unfortunately for Quetza, he had completely forgotten what he was supposed to do after the second task. He knew it involved some sort of lake, and probably some sort of bear-cannon. In any case, he figured he'd eventually find it, and if he didn't, eh, that was good, too.

A few days after the events at the castle, Quetza was traversing a quiet forest path, munching on the last sammich given to him with his backpack. Suddenly, he heard a sound emanating from the forest. Quetza stopped chewing for a second to listen. He found that it was a beautiful voice, singing what sounded like Bicycle Race by Queen. He halted in his tracks and listened to the voice gradually fade away. Quetza cocked his head curiously, wondering who that was. His curiousity got the better of him, and he made his way into the woods, finishing the sammich.

After a while of climbing over roots, dodging loose limbs, and using his Celestial Brush to Power Slash the fruit thrown by cursed trees back at them, Quetza finally happened upon a glistening body of water in the middle of the forest. He examined the water. It looked almost crystal clear, though something about it made Quetza uneasy. However, Quetza isn't all that bright and intuitive, so naturally he dunked his head down and began taking large gulps of the liquid. Hey, he needed something to wash down that sammich.

Eventually, Quetza was forced to pull out from lack of air and gasped quite loudly. The echo kind of freaked him out, but he regained his composure and began to examine the clearing this lake was situated in. Nearby, he saw some sort of cottage near the lake's edge. Being the curious scamp that he was, Quetza wandered over to the cabin. It was a simple wooden home, nothing fancy about it. There was, however, an abnormal amount of land-jellyfishs slithering about and making some sort of weird "mwop" noise. It was hard to describe, but I can tell you if you heard it, you'd definitely know it came from a land-jellyfish.

Quetza tried to avoid the little buggers, but couldn't help standing on some of them, causing a loud squish and a distressed mwop. Luckily, land-jellyfish weren't poisonous and didn't hold grudges, so they merely shrugged off Quetza's clumsiness and continued their business of flopping around. Quetza eventually made it to the door and stared at it for a minute.

"Let's see, how do I knock again?" Quetza pondered. He then snapped his fingers, smiling. Quetza slammed his head into the door, literally cracking it inward and leaving two holes where his horns had broken through. Quetza's stupid grin didn't fade as he continued thrusting his skull against the door, until eventually his head rammed straight through, splintered wood flying in various directions.

"Ergh! Urgh! Crap... I'm stuck! Damn these inferior non-head-resistant doors!" Quetza cursed the damaged door, trying to pull himself out. Suddenly, the voice that was singing before could be heard singing again, softer but much closer. He stopped his efforts and listened as the voice tried to emulate Freddie Mercury's pitch. It wasn't bad, but nobody could do Freddie justice.

Quetza realized the voice was getting closer. He tried getting his massive noggin out of the door before he was discovered, but somehow the door had managed to regenerate around his neck. That's when she walked around the corner into the room.

Completely undressed save for a towel about her head and another about her chest, a female cat meandered into the room. Her fur was white with splotches of black... or black with splotches of white. The hair poking out from under her headwrap suggested she had blonde hair. Her curves and swinging hips were quite sexually-suggestive, and her proclamations of wanting to ride her bicycle suggested she had been the source of the singing.

This sultry female feline quietly padded her way across the room, having not noticed a big dragon head sticking out of her door. If Quetza could remain quiet, he could wait for her to leave, pry his head loose, and run away before she came to investigate the noise. However, being quiet wasn't exactly Quetza's style.

"Wow, you're hot!!" Quetza shouted at the top of his lungs. This freaked the bajeezus out of the cat, who jumped out of the chair she had sat herself in, as well as her towels, and onto the floor. This, of course, gave Quetza a prime view of her you-know-where, because I'm the author and what I say in-story me gets to see goes.

The feline, after getting over the initial shock and picking herself, glared at the dragon, covering her private areas with her arms and hands.

"W-WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU DOING?!?!" she yelled at Quetza, incredibly enraged. She could've gone super saiya-jin any minute.

The dragon blinked and thought for a second. He pondered what he was doing there, which led to why he was there in the world, which led to a complex philosophical debate within his head as to the purpose of life and the universe, but the woman quickly ended that by cramming her fist into the back of Quetza's skull. Quetza's neck was forced down through the door from the force of the punch until his body hit the ground. He coughed at the unpleasant feeling of both a punch in the head and splinters in his neck.

The feline female then proceeded to kick the dragon in the head, causing him to skid backward out of the door and back outside. He tumbled for a moment before a few land-jellyfish got in his way and he was able to stop. He groaned, a massive migraine starting to set in. Before he could even think about how much of a headache he had, however, the cat practically threw the door off its hinges and stood there, towel around her body and fists clenched.

Quetza shook his cranium and chuckled nervously. "Ahaha... aah, sorry, I was just--" Quetza began before the cat interrupted.

"Pervert!! Trying to get a look at the Sorceress of the Lake?! You pig!" she shouted angrily.

"Look, lady, I wasn't trying to...wait, Sorceress of the Lake?" Quetza asked. The blows to his head jogged his memory a tick and he was suddenly aware of what his third task was. "Hey, I was looking for you!"

"So you admit it! You were trying to get a look at my nudity?!" the feline screamed, getting angrier by the second.

"Well, first off, I wasn't trying. You got surprised and I kind of did. Secondly--" Quetza cut his arguement short as the feline sorceress became so enraged that a red aura burst forth around her. He eeped as she stomped his way toward him. "L-L-Look, ma'am, I just need your help! I'm on a quest, and--"

"CRAM IT, YOU BASTARD!!" The sorceress cupped her hands together, a small ball of energy forming. "I'll teach you to peep on innocent women!!"

Quetza gave a shrill girlish scream and scrambled to get back to his feet and run away, as was his custom in such a situation. However, the female wizard finished her spell and threw the ball at Quetza. The ball merged with him, and Quetza halted in his tracks. He suddenly felt a shock inside of him, like if his liver touched a doorknob after scuffling along a carpet. He grasped his stomach with his arms. Unfortunately, he found that his arms weren't arms anymore.

The sorceress sneered. "You drank some of the lake's water. Lucky you, you won't be ripped apart like an old Stretch Armstrong. However..." Quetza stared in disbelief at the tentacles his arms had transformed into. "...you'll wish you had been."

Quetza screamed shrilly once more, his tentacles waving about randomly. He attempted running away, but found that his legs had too transformed into tentacles. Quetza watched in horror as he transformed into one of the land-jellyfish that populated this area. His head merged with his body and became very gelatinous, as well as his tentacles splitting apart and becoming thin. Eventually, he was a full-fledged land-jellyfish.

The cat laughed evilly and grinned at the newly-transformed Quetza. "I hope you like being squishy, because that's how you're going to be for the rest of your life!"

"Mwop," was Quetza's response.

The sorceress laughed once more and walked back into her home, slamming the door and leaving poor Quetza to his fate.

Chapter 6: Oh Crap, I'm A Land-Jellyfish

Quetza sat there for a long while, staring at the door, making distressed "mwops" at it directed toward the sorceress. Eventually, he gave up, making a sad mwop and flopping over to the other land-jellyfish. He found that he could now understand the land-jellyfish, being one, and that they were having some sort of conversation amongst each other.

"So, how's the water today?"

"Still wet."

"Cool, cool."

Quetza looked about at his various fellow jellyfish until one waddled over to him. "Hey, aren't you that guy that stepped on me?"

"Uh, yeah, probably. Sorry about that," Quetza gave a reply. Keep in mind this is all mwop to non-jellyfish, I'm just translating for you.

"It's cool. Not like it hurts or anything. It actually kind of lets up from the monotony of slithering around and going mwop all the time."

"Oh, uh, yeah, I guess. I wouldn't know, but I would think so."

"Mhmm."

The two stared at each for a second, though you wouldn't be able to tell, really. Jellyfish don't really have eyes, you see. But I digress.

Quetza finally spoke up after a moment. "So, uh, anyway to get back to normal?"

"Probably, but eh."

"Well, I kind of need to be normal again."

"What is normal, anyway? How can normal be defined anyway--"

Quetza gave an especially angry "mwop." "Spare me your philosophical mumbojumbo! I need to get back to normal right now!"

The other land-jellyfish looked at him for a second, contemplating. "Well, I guess the sorceress could turn you back to normal. But, eh, she's kind of a bitch, so I wouldn't count on it."

Quetza raised a tentacle to an area that could probably be considered his chin, stroking it back and forth across his slimy exterior. After a moment, he mwoped loud enough that all the other land-jellyfish turned to him.

"Fellow land-jellyfish! Are you not tired of being land-jellyfish?!" Quetza exclaimed to the crowd. The land-jellyfish mwoped about themselves for a moment. "I propose that we break into that witch's cottage and make her turn us back to normal!" The crowd listened intently, only an occassional mwop or splat from a moved tentacle heard. "Together, we can make her give into our demands and we can be people again! WHO'S WITH ME?!" Quetza raised a tentacle to the air, curled at the end like a fist.

The crowd was silent for a long, awkward moment, before one of them raised a tentacle. Quetza pointed at it and asked, "Uh, yes?"

"Well, ah, I just wanted to point out that, like, uh, you're the only not-natural land-jellyfish here."

Silence. Quetza blinked, or thought about it, lacking eyelids. "Uh, really?" he queried. The general mwops heard confirmed it. Quetza rubbed the back of his gelatinous body with a tentacle. "Oh. Well....Well, uh, will you all help me anyway?"

The crowd conferred with itself for a moment before a land-jellyfish responded, "Yeah, sure. We ain't got nothin' better to do."

Quetza thrusted a tentacle into the air. "Alright! Here's what we're gonna do."

A large amount of quiet mwop ensued.

***

The Sorceress of the Lake brushed her hair, still chuckling to herself. "I didn't think I'd ever be able to turn someone into a land-jellyfish. Nobody is ever stupid enough to come out this far into the forest. My singing even drives most away. The idiot must've not known about me." She laughs and sighs contently, getting the knots out of her hair.

Suddenly, she hears something shatter in her living room. The cat jumps slightly, the brush dropping from her grip. "What in God's name was that?!" she exclaimed. The sorceress quickly made her way into the room and saw that a window had been broken. It appeared a rock had been thrown through it, judging from the rock among the glass. Of course, it could've been window-breaking gnomes, but she was sure she had her lawn sprayed with anti-gnome chemicals last weekend.

She ran over to the door and threw it open, expecting some idiot to be standing there. That would've been a much better alternative to the literal sea of land-jellyfish situated outside her door. She stared at them while they silently sat there, all seemingly staring back at her, even without eyes.

"Uh..." she quietly uttered. Suddenly, one of the land-jellyfish rose up and thrust a tentacle at her, making a large and elongated "mwop." The crowd of jellyfish suddenly rose up and rammed into her like a cannon-blast, knocking her back, sending her skidding across her living room floor. She groaned and tried sitting up, but the land-jellyfish quickly swarmed into her house and held her down somehow.

The land-jellyfish that had led the charge, which she now recognized as the one she had just transformed not minutes before, flopped on top of the ones keep her down, staring her in the face. It then made a lot of mwops, apparently making some sort of epic speech. Of course, this was lost on the feline, who was only half-afraid and half-enraged.

"You little bastard... organizing your new family, eh? Well, I can easily stop you with my magic!" the feline yelled at the land-jellyfish, beginning to charge up her powers. Suddenly, something interrupted her train of thought as she felt something new. She gasped as she felt something against her cunny.

"W-What's...?!" a gasp escaped her muzzle once more as she realized that it was one of the jellyfish rubbing against her somehow-exposed pussy. She moaned slightly as the jellyfish tickled her groin. The transformed land-jellyfish seemed to be chuckling from the "mwop mwop mwop" noises it was making.

"W-W-Wait, don't!" she pleaded before she gave a short cry as the jellyfish actually began to insert itself inside of her! "Unh! N-No!" The jellyfish inserted itself halfway into her vagina. More and more it inched itself into her cunt, the cat helpless, too distracted to cast any spells. Finally, after an eternity, the last of the jellyfish popped inside of her, vanishing. She could feel it wriggling within her cervix, and she couldn't help but groan. However, it was far from over, as another jellyfish began to repeat the process.

"H-Hoooh-ld on! Ooh, unh! P-Please!" the female wizard cried to the leader of the jellyfish, who merely continued its mwop laugh, seemingly taunting the cat. This was uncharacteristic of Quetza, but you try being turned into a land-jellyfish and staying idiotically innocent.

The second jellyfish plopped inside of her, wriggling about with the second one, the first one now rubbing against the opening to her uterus. The sorceress moaned at the movements the masses within her made. She had no time to rest, as yet another jellyfish pushed itself againster her cunny. This one wasted no time in getting itself inside of the feline's vagina. The inside of it was now becoming quite crowded.

Quetza the land-jellyfish turned to his comrades and seemed to give them some sort of commands. The cat looked at it, her face a mix of pleasure and confusion. Suddenly, two jellyfish rammed into her cunt. They quickly vanished inside. The cat wizard yowled in pleasure, a loud ripping noise being heard as the first jellyfish was pushed into her womb. Apparently she was a virgin, which was understandable, being stuck out in the woods all alone surrounded by jellyfish. Anywho, this drove her over the edge, and the cat orgasmed.

"Aaaaaahnuuurgh!" she cried out, but the liquid she would normally spurt was blocked by the jellyfish. Somehow the jellyfish had managed to hang on and keep from being expelled by the muscle contactions. Quetza gave a loud mwop, and jellyfish began to cram themselves in her once more. The cat moaned loudly, arching her back as much as he could under the jellyfish holding her down.

"Oh! Uhn! Ahn! Ugh! Oh god, st-stoooooop!" she yowled in pleasure, orgasming once again as jellyfish began filling up her womb. Her stomach actually began to distend as an endless amount of jellyfish quickly stuffed themselves into her. She panted and groaned as her stomach began to take the shape of a pregnant woman's.

Unfortunately for her, Quetza's devious plan did not end there, oh no. Quetza turned towards another group of jellyfish and shouted some mwops at them. The jellyfish mwoped back and flopped over to the cat's head. Through half-clenched eyes she looked at them, panting and grunting as jellyfish continued filling her. Suddenly, one of the jellyfish inside her rubbed against her G-spot and she went crazy as the biggest orgasm yet drove through her like a jackhammer. Her mouth opened wide as she was set to let loose a scream loud enough to wake that one bear from that one cartoon that didn't like noise.

This scream was interrupted, however, as a jellyfish leaped into her mouth, muffling her cry of pleasure. She looked down at her muzzle, confused. The jellyfish slowly slid down, vanishing from her sign. She felt it slide down her esophagus and into her stomach. After her throat was clear, she gasped and continued moaning, until another jellyfish climbed into her mouth. This one too slid down and into her stomach. Eventually, there was as much a steady stream of jellyfish down her throat than into her cunny, causing her stomach to grow faster.

Her muffled cries of pleasure didn't satisfy ol' Quetza, oh no. His plan was not over with yet.

And for those who think Quetza's being unnaturally mean right now, well, it's okay, he'll be back to idiot boy in a while.

Quetza gave one final mwop to all the available jellyfish present. A loud congruent mwop was given in reply, and they moved over to the cat's midsection. She couldn't see over the cluster of jellyfish attempting to all stuff themselves into her mouth at once, but she soon felt what they were doing. In some sort of amazing feat, two jellyfish squeezed their way inside her breasts, expanding them slightly since they were a little bigger than them. The feeling was almost as entoxicating as the many orgasms she had experienced thus far, and the feeling itself led to another one. Another pair squeezed their way in, then another.

Soon enough, a constant stream of jellyfish were stuffing themselves into her vagina, breasts, and mouth. Her breasts and stomach quickly began to gain in girth, her belly quickly surpassing any normal pregnant woman's and even the abnormal ones. Her breasts expanded past Ds, Es, Fs... Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her as the intake of jellyfish was so great that there was no part of her untouched. She writhed about, the feelings completely euphoric and she even hoped that the feelings would continue forever.

However, she suddenly felt the expanding stop. The sorceress panted, her throat suddenly free. She opened her eyes, which had been clenched for quite some time, and looked about. She could not see over her immense stomach and breasts. Her boobs had to be the size of beanbag chairs, and her belly extended practically halfway to the ceiling. The wriggling of maybe thousands of jellyfish within her drove her wild, a shrill gasp and moan escaping every so often as another mind-blowing orgasm blew through her spine.

The cat female eventually noticed the lone jellyfish, two tentacles crossed across its body. They stared at each other for a while, the only noise the quiet shuffling of the jellyfish and the occassional shout of pleasure. Finally, the cat spoke.

"Uhn...uhn...you...you make a good argument--AHN!" She held her massive stomach as another orgasm hit her. After a moment to calm down, she once again looked at the transformed dragon.

"I'll...I'll ooh...I'll change you back...j-just get them out of meeeEEEEAAAHN!!"

The jellyfish's serious demeanor seemed to melt as it raised its tentacles, giving a triumphant mwop and dancing about. The dance seemed to last too long for the cat, though, grabbing it with a claw and clenching it quite strongly as waves of pleasure washed through her. The transformed jellyfish mwopped in distress towards the cat.

The jellyfish within suddenly began moving about very quickly, shuffling over one another and rubbing the linings of her insides. This added movement was all the feline could stand anymore. What happened next was perhaps the most incredible thing to ever happen in that cabin. Even more incredible than that bottle of pure Incredible was spilled and the greatest, most incredible thing happened. Oh yeah, this beat the pants off of that thing.

The feline gasped, then gasped again. A low moan built in her throat, before an orgasm ripped through the feline like none other. She screamed at the top of her lungs as jellyfish were suddenly expelled from her orifaces. The feline thrashed about, screaming from the incredible and prolonged pleasure, leaving clawmarks and stains on the floorboards.

On and on it went, the feline continuing to shoot jellyfish out of her nipples, mouth, and cunny. The neverending orgasm only seemed to build, misleading the cat to thinking she had reached a peak, only to feel even more pleasure than she was before. The constant expelling of jellyfish from her mouth could not muffle the screams she couldn't hold back. If not for the jellyfish's natural liquidy state, her mouth would have gone dry long ago. Among the expelled jellyfish came what seemed like gallons of cum and milk as well, built-up from the denied-expellation beforehand.

After what seemed an eternity, and probably was, the last jellyfish plopped out of her vagina. The Sorceress of the Lake laid there in a pool of her own juices in almost total shock. She eventually calmed down, but then immediately fell unconcious where she lied, still panting and moaning every once in a while.

***

Meanwhile, Quetza waved the jellyfish away.

"Thanks a lot, guys! Have a good life!" he called to them.

"Yeah, whatever. That was pretty fun. Always wanted to see the inside of that thing," a land-jellyfish replied.

As the last of the cum-soaked jellyfish left to go wash off, the transformed jellyfish turned back to the unconcious cat sorceress. "I guess I'll have to wait until she wakes up." After a moment, he thought to himself, "Maybe I went too far."

To be continued...

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