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Sennath awoke slowly, groggily. She felt drunk and confused. Her tongue didn't fit within her jaws properly, and as she moved it around she realized her teeth felt strange, too small. Every muscle was either numb or aching. Every scale felt sore. Oh gods, what was...

No. Was it? The ritual.

Sennath's eyes shot open. Her head was at an awkward angle, she wanted to move but her body wasn't responding right, and she was lying uncomfortably on top of something. The room, what she could see of it, seemed ordinary enough. Like she remembered it. The stone walls, the wooden ceiling, the benches and desks slowly scavenged from scrap the humans had abandoned. The candles were still burning, so it hadn't been THAT long. And where was Renaar?

Okay, if Renaar wasn't here, that meant it really hadn't been long. He should only be gone perhaps half an hour, retrieving the willow leaves she'd needed to finish the ritual. Those are easy to find. Much easier than some of the other items.

She tried to push herself up, but her hands didn't work. As she tried to work them she had a sudden rush of pins and needles feelings throughout her body, like when you'd sat on your tail, or on one leg too long, and she hoped that meant she was recovering. She tried to relax. She was alive, whatever had happened. It's okay. Breathe.

Suddenly she realized: Her snout looked wrong. She'd spent her entire life ignoring the dark shape at the bottom of her vision, the muzzle any kobold had within their view at all times. You mostly didn't realize it was even there. But now... it was hard to tell in the candlight, but was her muzzle blue? Her scales were reddish. Oh no.

She took a deep breath, feeling the stuffy air. Even that felt unfamiliar. Stay calm, you're fine. Whatever happened, figure it out. You're smart. You've read complicated magical tomes. You've adventured in dangerous places. Figure it out. Right.

Sennath let a minute pass, feeling the tingling gradually subside. She was starting to get feeling back. Okay, you can do this, she thought. Start by turning your head.

Nothing happened. She strained, concentrating, searching her mind for it. You don't normally need to think about this, but everything was paralyzed and confused. Still nothing.

She blinked. Blinking works. A good sign, that's something. Try harder.

Gradually, over the next few minutes, Sennath began rediscovering her muscles. A finger twitched, she thought. Her tail moved. One foot shifted. Her right hand was clutching something, she thought, but also seemed like it was flat, palm against the cold stone floor, but also seemed like it was hanging loosely. Okay, so she can't trust her senses yet. Fine.

Finally she managed to roll her head a little, back and forth. She'd found it, or maybe her condition was wearing off. Either way, progress. She took another deep breath, preparing for the motion, then tried again. Weakly she raised her head, and looked down, taking stock of her situation.

She lie off to the side of the ritual circle she'd been creating. It seemed mostly intact, but a few of the components had gotten scattered. The circle lie in the center of the basement room she had for a laboratory, beneath the barn-shed they used for a house. She was lying on her left side, awkwardly rolled onto on her back, atop some of the cloth-covered equipment that was piled to one side. Well, that explains the very uncomfortable whatever that's underneath her.

Looking further down, she froze. The blue scales weren't so much a surprise, but her tail — or a blue lizardlike tail that she presumed was hers, anyway — was curled into the center of the room, touching the circle. But that was ten feet away. Kobolds were three feet tall. That shouldn't be there.

She gritted her wrong-feeling jaws and lifted her head, straining to look down at herself. Her eyes widened in confusion. Her heart began to pound, and even that felt unfamiliar. She had an alien pulse.

Her body, and she was pretty sure it was in fact her body, was indeed sprawled atop the spare equipment. The first thing she saw was her two right hands, and a third hand jutting from underneath at an awkward angle. There was still a lot of numbness but her confusion was starting to make sense.

Further down, her legs were limp, and at least her left leg was dangling from a hip that was perhaps a foot further away than it should have been. Beyond that her body smoothly continued on to a massive tail, as big around as her torso, as though she was a snake, and that tail curled overtop itself at least once, before terminating ten feet away inside the ring of the circle.

The effort of lifting her head for even this few seconds was draining, and she let it drop. Even that felt wrong, something bumped strangely at the back of her skull, like her horns had curled around and...

Wait.

The spell was SUPPOSED to create a trinket that could change to different shapes. Something you could command to, say, become a key on command. To this end it took several common components, but also much rarer ones. A few elements from a Mimic, carefully placed, made up most of these. But it also required the scale of a behir.

A long, vaguely draconic, multi-limbed creature. With curved horns at the back of its head. A creature with blue scales.

She wanted to furrow her brow but it didn't seem to respond.

Right, okay. So what, she'd done something wrong, or in the wrong order, or something had transpired, and the mimicry had imbued her instead? And she was now partly a behir herself?

She searched her mind again, and found that right hand, palm on the stone. And realized she also could discern her other right hand, dangling off the edge of the equipment pile. And oh gods, her OTHER other right hand, clutching something.

Well, at least this all makes some sense.

Sennath wanted to scream, to hiss and cry, but the capacity was barely there. Her mind raced, what had happened? She'd never dealt with transformative magics, not that would affect a biological creature. Had her design overlapped so heavily with something in that field? It must have. What triggered it? She remembered nothing, not since Renaar left.

Well, she thought, maybe when magic rewires half your brain connecting it to a bunch of new arms, you have a bit of short-term memory loss. Can't blame your brain for that, right?

Renaar would be here before long, and she felt exhausted. Probably it was best to stay calm, try to relax. Her new body, however it looked, at least functioned. Breathing worked, blood pumped. She was alive. She should give her mind time to figure all this out, to learn where everything was now. She let her head roll back, feeling one of those curved horns she suspected was there. Maybe she could just...

"What did you do to her?! WAKE UP!"

Sennath felt something jab her in the side, and startled awake with a hissing gasp. She blinked, and found herself looking at Renaar, wielding a spear. She raised her head, and immediately realized she was underneath a net. Her horns caught in it as she moved.

"Renaar! It's me! Stop!" These were the first words she'd spoken, and thankfully her voice still seemed familiar.

"It's... wait, what?"

"We met at the well, remember? The one with the green trim? It's me!"

Renaar was a kobold, a humanoid lizard, larger than average for a male, with an athletic build. He stood almost four feet tall, impressive by Kobold standards. His scales were mostly red with some dark striping along his back, and a lighter orange tone along his lower jaw down his front, along the underside of his tail. He currently wore linen traveler's clothes, but overtop these Sennath could see that he'd pulled on a padded leather vest and leather guards for his legs. Right. Because he was confronting a monster in the lab.

She was the monster. Renaar thought she was a monster.

Renaar took a step back, looking left and right, and Sennath realized he was looking the length of her modified body. He stumbled over his words, "What... Sennath? How? Did I hurt you with the spear?"

"I don't know, everything's numb, I can't move," she groaned. But then realized, that wasn't true, was it? She'd felt him poke her side. She blinked, and raised her head, and it was much easier this time. Well, until the net caught on something and stopped her. She looked at him, "How long has it been?"

Renaar relaxed, and plunked the end of the spear to the ground. He reached up and ran his right hand over his forehead, back along one horn, seemingly a little embarassed. "Almost four hours, I think. Maybe five."

"WHAT? I thought you'd be back—"

"The willow tree's gone! I asked, and they cut it down last month because it had weevils. So I start looking for another willow tree, and I end up almost five miles away on the other side of the city. I asked Ms Marlin and she says they aren't actually native, it's just a coincidence there's one nearby, but the locals transplant them sometimes. So they're all in people's yards or in parks, and..." he stops and shakes his head, then tosses the spear aside, hands out in a dismissive gesture. But none of that matters now, what happened? What happened to YOU?"

"I don't know. I wish I knew," Sennath replied. She must have been asleep for a while, she did feel much less sore, much better than before. "Can you help me up?"

Renaar nodded, his expression apologetic. "Right, of course," he said, before taking a moment to remove the net from her body and head, making a point to unhook it from her horns. "Umm... take, my hand?"

He steps back, and she looks down at her confusing body for a moment. Yep, that wasn't a dream. He's holding his red-scaled hand out to her, and she reaches up to take it, and she finds herself inexpertly gripping his hand and forearm with three right hands. Oh no.

Renaar pulls to help her up, and she slowly rises from the awkward position she's been laying in for, apparently, the last several hours. He pulls her upright, and she finds herself sitting on a piece of the cloth-covered spare equipment, a box of some kind, feet on the floor, tail behind her. It's a lot more comfortable at least.

Even sitting, she can tell she's taller than him now. She stretches, feeling new muscles and new tendons shifting for the first time. She takes a deep breath, feeling that odd feeling again. New lungs, apparently. Deeper ones. Different structure internally, she thought.

Sennath puts her hands on her knees, steadying herself. They pile atop each other, the various rights and lefts, as she finds her balance. What is she supposed to do with all these? She realizes she's still wearing her gold satin robe. Her new torso is longer, and her lower arms are spaced down along its sides, so only two of her arms actually go through the sleeves. The gold goes well with her new scale color, she mused.

She still doesn't feel really settled, physically uncomfortable. Something's still wrong and improper seeming with her posture.

There's also something strange about her front. It's so much bigger than she'd expect, and she unties her robe to discover her chest is very soft, each pectoral hanging low and round and heavy, capped with a little dense dot. Wait, are these... ?

Renaar seems fascinated. "Like the humans have?"

Sennath is bewildered for a moment, then frustrated, and frustration wins out. "Do I look like a mammal to you!? Kobolds aren't mammals! Behirs aren't mammals!"

"Don't ask me, it's your magic! Is that what you are, a behir?"

Sennath went over the ritual in her mind. She suddenly shook her head, almost in disbelief. She'd considered the rare components but not the common ones. Most of those weren't biological but one of them... one of them was the hair of an elf. It didn't have much substance, so it wasn't a big contributer, but apparently something had taken. Gods, she really had become some kind of freak.

Renaar looks her up and down and smiles encouragingly, "Your eyes are still you."

Sennath smiles back, glancing down again at her newfound breasts. She doesn't even get to be a proper lizard. She tried to put on a brave face. "I'm still me. Just, you know, a freakish me."

"I'm just glad you're okay. Let me help arranging the rest of you."

Sennath looks back at Renaar with confusion, "My what?"

"Your other legs."

"My WHAT?"

Renaar retrieves a thick blanket from a nearby desk and neatly folds it in half onto the ground in front of her. He stands on it, and holds out both hands to her, bracing himself. He says, "Come on, try to stand. Let's see."

"Do I have curved horns?"

Renaar keeps his stance, hands out, offering to help, and seems a little concerned at the question. "Yeah, they curve back like a ram's horns. They're blue."

"Is my muzzle different?"

"Are you... Er, yes, um, longer? Nostrils a little further back. You uh, you definitely have more teeth. More than you used to." Sennath's expression must have darkened, because he hurriedly added, "It's okay, you'll get used to it! Now come on, let's get you arranged."

Finally, Sennath reached forward and took Renaar's hands. She had to focus on it, but this time she managed to only use her top pair. He pulled her forward, and she found herself standing for the first time. Then he encouraged her to take a couple steps forward, and she stumbled awkwardly over the spare equipment in the process... except her feet were already on the blanketed floor.

"Almost there," Renaar encouraged.

Another step forward. Sennath turned and watched her rear feet touch the floor for the first time. Her massive tail continued on for several feet beyond them. Her mind reeled, but the motion had felt natural enough, it seems like her nap had given her mind enough time to figure out its anatomy.

Then Sennath realized something else: Her feet were wrong.

Kobolds have digitigrade legs, and feet with four clawed toes. Sennath's new feet were unusual, with three big toes and... she suddenly realized, her feet have a thumb.

Sennath blinked, and said quietly, almost in a daze, "My feet are hands."

Renaar leaned and looked closely, "They're not the same as your other hands."

Sennath's voice trembled, this was too much. "I have TEN hands! What did I do? How do I fix this!?"

Renaar straightened up, stepped to her, and wrapped his arms around her. Sennath wrapped hers around him, her top two pairs on his upper back. Her lowest hands in the small of his back touching his tail. She sniffed, and leaned down, pressing her too-long, too-flexible neck against his, feeling his warm scales against hers. She felt her breasts press against his chest. She wanted to cry.

They held each other for a long minute in silence, and Renaar was first to speak. "Sennath, blue is a beautiful color, and your muzzle is long and dignified and very elegant."

Sennath sniffed, trying to calm down. She raised her head, looking down at him a bit. He looked up at her, then reached up and put his right hand on her left horn, gripping it, steadying her, making sure she looked at him.

He said, "Your eyes are light blue, cerulean. They're a beautiful color and they're still you."

Sennath nodded a little, then leaned back into him, sinking into their hug. When he finally sensed her relax, Renaar added, "Listen, I brought food. What with your, uh, everything, you're probably famished. We'll eat together, okay?"

Sennath released him from her multi-armed grip. She nodded. "Okay."

Renaar had brought back a crusty loaf of bread, human sized, and some cheese and spicey salami, and they sat on the folded blanket, using a knife to cut pieces for eating. At first she was hesitant, but Renaar retrieved a cutting board, encouraged her to try it.

Before long Sennath found herself holding with two hands and cutting neatly with a third. Her control improved rapidly and between the task, and the food, and conversation with Renaar, after half an hour she was starting to feel more like herself again. Renaar had been right, she was absolutely famished, and she ate the majority of the meal while he helped and worked at being encouraging.

They'd remained in the lab the whole time, eating by candlelight and whatever sunlight leaked in from outside. As the meal wound to a close Sennath had gained enough confidence to brave the stairs. Renaar led her, holding a few of her hands as she picked her way up the steps into the large shed the two kobolds used as a home. Well, humans had built it as a shed, or maybe a small barn, but with some furnishings and the addition of some counters and a dividing wall, it was mostly a proper home now. Certainly big enough for two kobolds.

Not that I'm a kobold anymore, Sennath mused. Renaar is being polite but I'm nothing like a proper female now. I'm not the mate he chose.

By this time it was late afternoon, and this was Sennath's first chance to really get a look at her new self in good light. The shed was in a wooded area on the outer edge of the city, they had privacy. She removed her yellow robe and stepped outside into the sunlight. Renaar gathered the robe and followed.

Her upper torso was perhaps three feet tall on its own, and when standing she was a little taller than Renaar now, especially since her neck seemed longer. Her scales were a sapphire blue that shimmered a little in the sun, and were quite beautiful, she thought. Her upper arms were in the usual place, but her second pair was spaced several inches lower, and her third pair several inches below that. She hefted her breasts briefly, glad she only got the one pair, at least.

Go down another ten inches and there's her hips and legs. Well, if that was the proper word for them. Studying them the proportions were odd, like a hybrid of her old kobold legs and a behir's arm, maybe. The thighs were thinner and weaker, the joints different than her old ones. She experimented with her right one and found it had better range of motion than her old legs ever did. And yes, her feet had a proper thumb now.

She reached down with her lower left hand and gave her right-front foot an awkward handshake, before exploring her front hips. Her slit was still there, surprisingly, and she gently teased that little gap in her scales, feeling a little shiver run down her long spine. And still sensitive.

Her lower torso continued back another couple feet, where her second pair of hips were now placed. These legs mostly matched the front ones, being somewhere between legs and arms, again with a fully useable thumb.

It was strange to see her body smoothly transition to being an enormous tail, but like a snake that's what it seemed like. Her tail was fully as wide as her body, tapering gradually off over another six or seven feet. A lighter blue scale-pattern of irregular spots followed her spine, growing finer and finer as it approached the tip She reached back with her lower-right arm, curling her hefty tail forward, grabbing its tip. She flexed it, pulling it from her hand. Her new tail was strong.

Gods, and she was so LONG now. Much more than twice what she used to be. She looked down at herself, moving her six hands, feeling her four hand-feet clutching the forest floor, her heavy tail balancing all the weight of her upper body. She felt like a forest herself, with so many limbs, but standing in the fresh air and bright sunlight, feeling its warmth on her scales, was calming.

Renaar watched her inspect herself, giving her space and all the time she wanted, curious just as she was. This had been an alarming last hour or two, but it seemed important to set a calm example for her. They'd taken risks together before, she'd been the steady one more than once, it was only fair. He furrowed his brow as she experimented with her limbs, watched her pick something up with her rear-left foot and pass it forward to her front-right one, then to one of her hands.

After a while she looked at him, and he could tell she was in that analytical mode she got into sometimes. She said, "The design of these legs is ridiculous! I must weigh three or four times what I used to. I've got to carry a tail that's probably a third my bodyweight! Even with four of them, how are these supposed to be adequate!"

Yep, still Sennath, he mused. He hiss-laughed briefly, glad to hear that tone again. Then something occurred to him, and he said, "Maybe you're not supposed to walk on just those? Not long distances anyway?"

"What do you mean," Sennath asked.

He made a motion with one hand, tracing a long smooth curve, and she realized it was her new body's silhouette. "I mean try flattening out."

He walked closer, offering to take two of her hands, and guided her down towards the ground. Sennath hesitated, this seemed animal-like, but felt her lower back relax pleasantly as she allowed the motion.

Down on the ground, Sennath found herself on all tens. She tried moving and found the motion almost completely natural, and her weight was supported very well even with that lengthy seven-foot tail trailing behind. Her neck was longer and more flexible than it used to be, and looking forward in this pose was still comfortable.

As she experimented, she discovered that she was incredibly lithe, able to turn in a tight circle, capable of encircling her main body with her long tail then straightening out again. She had flexibility like a snake.

On a whim she approached a tree, wrapped herself around it bodily and with her many limbs, and climbed up to the first major branch, then uncurled herself, sitting on it with her front hips, her rear legs and tail still wrapped snake-like around the trunk. She waved to Renaar with a few of her hands.

Renaar laughed, a hissing chortling sound, and he waved back. "Feeling better about things?"

Sennath reached up and ran one right hand over her now-longer snout, over her forehead, until it traced the curled blue horn on that side. She didn't have a mirror, but could tell her head had a more predatory shape to it now. Her long flexible neck attached more to the back than previously. Like a behir, if she remembered the pictures correctly. Vaguely draconic. What was the word Renaar had used earlier? Dignified. She answered him, "Yeah, I think so."

Sennath wondered how many teeth she had now. A few of the front ones felt especially odd against her tongue, and she wondered if she had a venomous bite. Did behirs do that? She opened her mouth and ran one claw along her gum, counting. Fifteen teeth. On the left side of the upper jaw. Sixty? She had sixty teeth now? Kobolds had forty-eight. Her new ones were smaller, pointier.

She shut her jaws and shook her head, up in the tree. Nothing was the same. Earlier, when she was panicking, even her heartbeat had seemed strange. Did her heart have a different number of chambers now? She didn't know much about behirs. She'd seen a picture in a book once, a massive snakelike creature with a dozen limbs. They have a reputation as paranoid and hostile, hopefully those traits aren't something she inherits.

Normally this would be something to research, but by the time she found good material she suspected she'd already know plenty. Maybe more than the book. She was walking in their shoes, after all. Their many, many shoes.

They had carefully left the circle untouched, so she could perhaps figure out what had happened during her memory blank. As she sat in the tree, her rear half wrapped around the trunk with surprising comfort, Sennath thought over it again.

What she knew of biological transformation magic was that it required a lot of safeguards to avoid a permanent change. Minds got familiar with their new bodies pretty fast, it didn't take long before you kind of lost yourself in the new form, became comfortable. Or so she'd read.

It was especially dangerous when changing into an animal of some kind, as only the magic allowed your intelligence to stay intact, they didn't have the capacity on their own. The clock was ticking, because the magic would eventually lose its strength. The spell would be designed to forcibly put you back to your original form with plenty of time to spare.

Whatever she'd done, she didn't have that safety check.

But she'd gotten incredibly lucky here. She'd become merged with a behir, and to a much smaller degree an elf. Both were intelligent creatures, capable of speech and proper thought. So even though no safeguards had been put in place, even though she was clearly even now sliding down that slope of familiarity, there shouldn't be risk of losing her mind or sense of self. Her new species, whatever it was — a hybrid kobold-behir with a nice rack — had the brain capacity for it.

She took another deep breath, filling her extra-large lungs. Now that all the initial aches and pains were gone, now that the disorientation was gone, now that she wasn't panicking anymore, there was something to be said for a mostly new body with no long-term injuries. No scars, just new and fit and healthy. She felt good.

She hefted one of her breasts with a middle hand. These were still ridiculous though.

Climbing down was harder than climbing up, mostly because she was so unused to her considerable length. Navigating the rest of her body up onto the branch while her torso climbed down the trunk took some bravery on her part, but Renaar helped by letting her know where her rear limbs were at before she committed too much. It would be a while before she had that unconscious knowledge of where everything was.

Sennath practiced with her new body for another hour or two, getting a better feel for it. It was definitely true that different circumstances called for different postures. Sometimes it was best to be on all tens, sometimes on her four pseudo-legs, and she'd begun to consider that sometimes neither of those was the best. She'd been thinking of herself as having a sort of centaur layout, but with her flowing snakelike body plan and exceptional flexibility, maybe she should reconsider. Bending at her second pair of limbs was just as comfortable as her third, or even fourth. She could choose.

What a bizarre idea, that your legs, perhaps, aren't.

It was even comfortable to simply lay her lower self on the ground, letting all those limbs relax. Her torso being as long as it was, even this way she was tall enough to look her mate in the eye. That was nice at least.

If mate was even still the proper word. They were the same size, more or less, still. But they weren't even the same species anymore, and to her mind it seemed like a betrayal. Accidental maybe, but still, he didn't ask for any of this. She hoped he could forgive her.

They'd separated one corner of the shack with a wooden wall, creating a triangular room about eight feet on each side, with a longer diagonal. They didn't have a bed, not in the style of humans anyway. The kobolds had instead piled up a few thick blankets, with a large sheepskin at the bottom of the pile.

Normally they curled up next to each other in this nest of blankets, sometimes with the three-foot-tall Sennath playing the smaller spoon. That was different now.

Renaar was curled in the middle, and Sennath had eventually, hesitantly in case he protested, lay on the outside. For the first time she tried playing the role of big spoon. Her chin was atop his head, her breasts against the back of his shoulders, and she felt the curve of his spine against her upper belly, the top of his tail against her lower belly and hips. He was somewhat smaller than her now, especially if you included her considerable tail. With her new flexibility, she could encircle his entire form, her various limbs gently touching him.

Sennath was exhausted, and despite her worries, sleep came quickly.

Sennath awoke to a shivering feeling that ran down her spine and tail. She hissed gently, and opened her eyes.

It was early morning, with a warm pale light filling the triangular room from its one small window. She sniffed the summer air, the array of scents a little different to her new nose. She was lying on her right-hand side, the blankets warm underneath her. There was the shiver again, and she grinned.

Renaar did still find her attractive! She gasped a little, feeling that shiver again, and made a happy noise to let him know she appreciated it.

She raised a front leg to give him better access, feeling his rough tongue against her slit, wanting more. Nothing changed, surprisingly. She looked down at her lengthy body and realized with a start that he was pleasuring an entirely different place! Another slit, between her back legs!

Her entire body stiffened with the realization, enough that Renaar looked up, concerned.

"I'm sorry, I just thought you might..."

Sennath didn't want him to think he'd done anything wrong. "No no, I liked it, I did!"

Renaar moved on all fours, forward to where he could look her in the eyes. He lay down in front of her on the soft pile of blankets, nuzzling her gently. "You might look different, but it's still you, and I still want you."

Sennath grinned, so glad he was interested. She licked the tip of his nose, a kobold gesture of affection. "I want you too. I just, uh, hadn't realized I had that particular equipment, until now."

Renaar reached out with his right hand, gently squeezing her left breast, teasing its nipple with his thumb. "You've gained a lot of equipment from this little accident."

She had to admit, that did feel good. "I really, really have."

Renaar looked her in the eyes, his gold eyes into her now-cerulean ones. He licked the tip of her snout. "I was hoping you wouldn't mind trying it out."

She laughed, a gentle hissing sound. "Guess I'm not done growing familiar yet."

He showed a moment of confusion at that, then seemed to get it. His expression grew a bit mischevious, "Get on your back, behir-lady."

The room wasn't that big, so lying on her back at her full length took a bit of positioning. They folded a couple of the blankets into the corner, and she comfortably lounged there, propping up her first couple feet while her third pair of arms and both pairs of legs lay flat and spread, and her massive snakelike tail trailed behind and out the door. Renaar seemed so pleased with himself as he straddled her lower belly, between her two pairs of legs, his tail stretching behind him. He dropped to all fours, nose at her front hips.

He began gently licking her entrance. Slow, steady, his coarse tongue against that nearly invisible slit in her blue scales, and before long she felt herself growing wetter and opening up for him. She shuddered as his tongue gently teased her, encouraging her readiness, tasting her juices with long slow licks.

She realized she had gently gripped the horns on his head with her front feet, putting those pseudo-hands to use. It was almost instinct. She tried to keep calm as he delved deeper into her passage. His tongue was long and dextrous, a thing she'd appreciated many times.

Thankfully, while she'd certainly gotten a lot longer, and her body was quite a bit more complicated, she hadn't really gotten bigger down there. Possibly she was even more sensitive. Mmmmm, and Renaar was still as good as ever.

She relaxed against the blankets, settling in, enjoying the feelings, breathing deeply, unsure what to do with her many hands. Renaar's weight atop her was still thrilling on its own, especially as he settled down onto her, resting his weight more on her lower body and rear hips. His tongue-play intensified, and she moaned, gently running her lowest pair of hands up and down his muscular back, feeling the pattern of his scales.

Then she felt something, a telltale poke against her entrance. Oh stars, against her other entrance, she realized. She had two of them now, and the one between her rear hips had been getting wetter and readier as she enjoyed his ministrations up front. Renaar had been working towards this, hadn't he?

Sennath really had found an excellent mate.

Renaar's cock was pushing further and further out of his own sheath. He was large for a kobold in more ways than one, and before long it was a dark red shaft extending nearly nine inches along the pale blue of her lower belly. She could glimpse the familiar little ridges along its top side. With barely an interruption, he raised his hips and his tip found her rear pussy. Sennath hissed loudly, wanting him to hear it, as his length began penetrating her second passage.

As good as ever? No, better than ever. Much better. This was unlike anything she'd ever felt.

Sennath squirmed, all six hands bracing herself, still feeling his tongue diving deeply into her front entrance, while his cock delved deeper still into her second pussy. His narrow tail curled partly around her thicker one, holding him steady as he pushed further in, slowly, smoothly. It felt incredible to be penetrated twice like this, and she gripped him with her rear legs, pulling him against her until his shaft was all the way inside. She took a moment to figure it out, unfamiliar with this body, but then she squeezed his length, feeling the ridges along his shaft against her inner walls, thanking him for his intrusion.

She felt him push with his tail, pulling out of her despite her grip. Then in he went again, plunging deeply, spreading her wide, his hips against her rear hips, and all the while he continued exploring her front pussy with his tongue, his muzzle wet with her juices. The only moments of hesitation were when he glanced up into her blue eyes to ensure they were wide and full of pleasure.

Her jaws were hanging open, tongue lolling out, eyes bleary, when he stopped his pleasuring of her new body for just a second, waiting for her to make eye contact. He quietly asked, "You're forgetting something, aren't you?"

Then he gave her front pussy a long slow lick while withdrawing from her rear pussy, her rear clit being tugged against his ridges. Sennath hissed gently, wondering what he meant, then realized. She was forgetting something.

As Renaar returned to properly fucking one pussy and licking her other, Sennath reached up with a few of her hands and began touching her heavy breasts. Each one was a large handful, and she quickly discovered that her new nipples were sensitive, that they felt wonderful to squeeze and massage. She began rippling her rear pussy around his length, gripping it in time with her breast play, and after a minute was rewarded with that wonderful quiver males made just before they flooded you with their heat.

Renaar grinned as he felt his mate's rear pussy clench tightly around his shaft. Her front one quivered against his tongue, and her long tail thrashed behind him as she emitted a long hissing moan. Her entire body shook under him and he felt at least four hands grab his head, and two more hands around his hips, as she pulled him into her, wanting him desperately. He'd hoped it would go this well.

An hour later the sun was up properly, and the room was flooded with warm light, and Sennath had again circled her body around him. Her length and flexibility made this easy, but Sennath still wasn't sure where to put all her limbs. Her upper arms were around his neck, her hands on his chest. Her lower arms were around his waist, her lower-left hand gently running up and down his thigh. One of her middle hands rested on his groin, feeling his sheath at the base of his tail. Another was caressing the smooth scales of the underside of his tail. She was barely sure what her others were doing. Whatever they wanted, for now. It all felt so intimate, touching her mate everywhere like this, and Renaar seemed to like it.

Not as intimate as an hour ago, of course. After feeling her rear vagina fill with his heat, she'd held him there for a long while, most of her hands around him, her heavy tail quivering as her new body had its first shuddering climax. When she finally released him Renaar had moved forward to nuzzle her, burying his face between her breasts briefly, his tail against her lower belly, licking the tip of her snout, showing his affection... then she felt his length sink deeply into her front pussy, as wet and ready as it was, and they'd spent another ten minutes enjoying each other that way. This was slower, more relaxed, and again he'd filled her with his heat.

Gods, she'd found an excellent mate. What a male!

Sennath's mind wandered as they dozed. She wondered what her eggs were like. Were her front and rear wombs any different? Her body was magically created, she didn't imagine an actual behir had two. That was a bonus unique to her. She reached up with one of her rear legs and placed a foot-palm on her lower belly, imagining she could still feel Renaar's warmth filling it. What a pleasurable bonus, it turned out.

The motion caused Renaar to stir. He looked up, seeing her head just above his, and pushed himself partially upright, a few of her hands falling away from his body. Her blue scales were slightly iridescent and quite beautiful, he thought. When he'd helped her stand yesterday, when she was shuddering and crying against him, he'd promised himself he'd try to help her through this. To make sure she realized he still cared for her. He rolled over so they were face to face and again nuzzled his strange mate.

"So what now?" he asked gently.

Sennath looked into his golden eyes, enjoying his familiar face, his red scales, those markings she knew so well. She considered the question. She wasn't trained in transformative magic, after all. "Clean up downstairs, I guess. The idea is still a good one, something we could reproduce and sell. I'll go over the diagrams and figure out what I did wrong. Maybe find someone else to review it, for safety."

"No, I meant... you're sure you want to clean it up? What if you need to understand what happened?"

Sennath stretched. Her six arms, her four legs, her lengthy tail that was as long as all the rest of her body combined. She reached forward with a couple of her left hands, running them over her mate's red scales, looking at her bright blue against his deep red. They go together, don't they?

Other parts of them sure do.

Sennath curled herself forward, wrapping her thick tail around Renaar, holding him close. He relaxed, allowing the motion. She pulled him against her, feeling him against her heavy breasts, hugging him close between all her arms. Already it felt natural. Familiar. Good.

She grinned and said, "I think I understand things well enough, already."