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"Another one please, love." Liz said.

"That's your third one. Either I'm gonna hafta start spacing these out, get you something to eat, or just cut you off, honey." Layla said as shi poured another tall shot glass of a rich, stout-smelling amber colored liquid.

The cobra shrugged, looking particularly out of character with a sense of muted depression on her face. She sat atop a thick, strong column of stone that tapered to a blunted top. It was a wise idea to use something solid rather than the typical barstool at The Inn, considering that at any point, guests could be far too heavy or large to be supported by mere wood or metal. And the snake certainly fit the description at the moment. Her belly was quite vast, sagging almost past her feet as she sat atop the 'stool'. It writhed and churned slowly, no doubt housing quite a large bundle.

"Something to eat then, I guess. I'm not in the mood to stop drinking." Liz said, sounding ever so slightly somber.

It was that time of year again. Closing in on her birthday. She hated her birthday. It always reminded her of the circumstance under which she had come to be as she was. It reminded her of the fact that she couldn't engage in the one thing she so very desperately wished she could.

"You should listen to your friend," Said a new voice from not far away, but above the two, "You shouldn't drink when you're expecting. It's bad for the babies."

Liz turned to see a tall, extremely well endowed dragoness of white and black looking down at her through shimmering red eyes. Shi was dressed in an elaborate traveler's cloak, just as dark as the dark of hir hide, and wore a pair of spectacles on the bridge of hir snout. At hir hip hung a large, thick, leather-bound book, attached to hir belt by a chain. Shi gave off an air of regality, and could easily intimidate anyone in the room if shi so chose. The cobra turned slowly on her stool, the weight keeping her from being terribly fast at anything. She forced a grin and met the dragon's gaze.

"Trust me, these kids can hold their liquor. In fact, it's more fun if I get them drunk. They squirm around a lot more. Makes momma happier," The hooded snake said, fighting a slur, "And just a point of clarification, Layla here isn't my friend, shi's my wife."

With that, the cobra pushed up off her stool and leaned forward across the bar. She gripped the dusty-colored jackal's shirt and pulled hir in for a passionate kiss. Layla was taken slightly off-guard by the hedonistic serpent's sudden show of lust. At least the presence of the stranger forced Liz to behave a bit more like herself.

The dragoness looked between the two girls as they kissed, waiting patiently for them to separate. When they finally did, the snake's belly was given a closer examination. The steady undulation visible under the green and yellow scales suggested something the winged lady had not considered. A moan, just loud enough to be heard a few feet away from the grand dome, solidified the dragon's diagnosis.

"Ahh, you're not actually pregnant. Those are passengers you've taken into yourself." The orca-colored lady said.

Liz nodded with a smirk, collecting the tall shot glass she had been given and taking a brief sip of it, savoring this one longer than the previous two.

"S'right. The queen has rather curious appetites, and this is one of her favorite ways to satisfy them." The snake said.

"The queen?" The dragoness asked, looking to Layla.

The jackal rolled hir eyes with a chuckle.

"Long story. The short of it--she has an ancestor from way back in the day that was queen until she was deposed by some dusty old prick. So, Liz here likes to play up the whole royalty thing. It's just a game that gives her an excuse to indulge in her lustful side. Which... she does rather often," The bartender reached out a hand, knowing it was likely a pointless gesture, "I'm Layla, the barkeep that tends to be able to keep her in check."

The dragoness reached out and took the jackal's hand, dwarfed by her own palm. There wasn't a shake, since that would likely break the smaller girl's wrist.

"Ivory. I can't say I've seen your friend... I mean... your wife... around before." The tall lady said.

"She tends to keep to herself off in her palace. It's up in the mountains on the other side of the lake. You can rent a room there if you've got a thing for ancient dynastic civilizations." Layla said.

"A palace? I'd like to see that. I would hope it's not some cheap recreation based on what people think it must have looked like back then." Ivory said, tiny hints of disdain in her words. Clearly she was annoyed by the commercialization of the ancient world.

"Oh it's pretty accurate. Liz here was actually there." The bartender said, pointing a thumb back at the tipsy cobra, now turned and looking out over the crowd as she swayed gently in her seat.

"She was? But, didn't you say she was descended from a former ruler of that time?" Ivory asked, now somewhat confused.

"Yeah, she's a descendant, but she's also that same queen. It's kinda hard to explain." Layla said.

"I've nowhere else to be. I'd like to hear the story," The dragoness said, crossing hir legs as shi sat down on another stone column of a stool, "And I'll have the same as her, but... do you have a bigger glass?"

Layla smirked and pulled out a large glass mug, then filled it with the same amber liquid. Ivory wrapped hir fingers around it daintily and lifted it to hir muzzle. Shi inhaled the powerful aroma, then gave it a gentle sip. It was potent stuff, which was probably why Liz was already so tipsy. Ivory slowly poured the rest into hir mouth and held it for a moment to let the flavor linger before finally swallowing. The glass was returned to the bar top, expectant of a refill. It came presently.

"Well, since you're so interested, and since Liz is too big to get into too much trouble before I can reel her in, sure. I'll spin ya a yarn." Layla said as she filled the glass back up.

The story of the ancient queen asp was relayed, how she was forced off her throne by an evil king who claimed her lands as his own. The asp then begged for help of the gods, not for her sake, but for her people living under the king's tyrannical rule. Her trials were detailed as was the agreement the gods arranged. She was given a new body, one of lust, both hers and those who would look upon her, and with that new body, she seduced the evil king and through some cloak and dagger mysticism, and replaced him with one who was worthy of rule. The bargain however was that she would never be permitted to mother children the way other women did. She would have a single daughter, a near replica of herself. And that child would, as she grew, gain all of her mother's powers and knowledge, even her memories once the mother passed them on to her.

And so the line was to continue on, through the centuries. Each mother was tasked with teaching her daughter to contain her lust and power, to not let it push her into becoming the very thing the asp had fought so hard to stop, lest their line be completely undone. Over the last dozen or so generations however, it had become harder and harder for each mother to produce a daughter. All their collective wisdom and knowledge suggested perhaps it was their efforts to prolong each generation's life. Liz now feared that she would not be able to have a daughter, and the line would end with her. For centuries the family had sought a means of breaking the curse, to have as many children as they wished, even if that meant giving up power and longevity. It had been nothing but abject failure. And that also explained Liz's urge to drink, now on her fourth shot. At least Layla had managed to convince her to eat something beforehand.

Ivory took it all in, carefully listening, gazing at the rotund cobra and her wriggling gut. It made sense to hir that Liz would be so fond of shoving people inside her like this, to pretend to be mother to so many, even if nothing could come of it. The dragoness felt a great welling of sympathy for the childless cobra, and a rather powerful desire to offer whatever help shi could.

"I've known a few in my lifetime who were unable to have children, and lived long enough to let it fill them with regret. It's not a pretty thing to see happen. How long has she been like this?" Ivory asked.

"A couple of hours before you showed up." Layla said.

Ivory chuckled, realizing the miscommunication.

"No, I mean how many birthdays has she spent like this?" The dragoness asked.

Layla shrugged a little.

"Not sure. She was doing it before I met her. It's been a good while since then, though. Doesn't just happen on her birthday though. It tends to crop up at random intervals, never less than a few months in between though." The bartender said.

"I see," Ivory said, "Then she hasn't fully descended into despair over it. I would like to help if I can."

The jackal shrugged, pouring the dragoness a third jumbo-sized shot.

"I don't think there's anything that can be done. Some things are just meant to come to an end. The best I can hope for is to stick around long enough to grow old with her. Maybe I can at least make it a little less painful for her." Layla said, genuine pain lurking just below the surface of hir words. Shi wanted so badly to help hir wife, but they had exhausted everything they knew to try.

"I'd still like to try. There are a few things at my disposal that neither of you might know of," Ivory said, "At the very least, maybe I can help her have the daughter she has been trying so hard to produce."

The dragoness shifted in hir seat, uncrossing hir legs, then crossing them in the other direction. In that brief moment, Layla caught sight of a rather enormous bulge between the lady's thighs. The jackal wondered how on earth shi could have missed that before. A wry grin crossed the barkeeper's muzzle as shi looked back up at Ivory.

"Oh I get it... you wanna knock my wife up, do ya?" Layla turned and said perhaps a little too loudly to Liz, "Hey! Honey! Ivory here wants ta get in yer pants! Get you pregnant for reals!"

It wasn't often the jackal used such colloquialisms, but this felt like a good time to use 'for reals' without sounding off key in its use.

Liz turned slowly back around to look at the jackal, then at the dragoness sitting so tall above them both.

"Yeah? Well how 'bout that? We got a taker. C'mon honey, let's go get comfy and we'll see if you can do the deed. You just about off shift honey?" The cobra said, turning to ask Layla.

"Give me about an hour and I'll be done for the night. You two go ahead and have some fun, but save the main event for when I get there. I at least wanna watch. It's not every day a giant-breasted dragon wants to fuck your wife and make her pregnant." Layla said.

"And if shi can't get me fat and happy like that, then you should take a turn. If only one of us gets a chance ta have kids, you should." Liz slurred, leaning forward over the bar to give the jackal another kiss.

Layla politely declined since hir lover was so inebriated.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, honey. Now why don't you show Ivory the palace? I'm sure shi'd love to see it." The barkeep said.

It all seemed so very casual to the pair, the idea of a third party fathering a child for one of them. It made Ivory feel a little more at ease, considering how casually such things were discussed back home for hir. The dragoness stood from hir stood as the tipsy cobra slid off hers. The grand, wriggling belly attached to the serpent seemed to offer her no trouble or hindrance. She must have been very practiced in such arts.

"I'm surprised you aren't dragging your stomach on the ground." Ivory said.

"One of the wonderful wonders of being me." Liz said with a drunken grin.

The very swollen snake turned, looking a little wobbly on her feet, and began strolling out of the dining hall. Layla gave the tall dragoness a bit of a shrug as if to say 'this is what I live with' and resumed hir work. Ivory offered the jackal a sympathetic look, then turned about to follow. The walk was rather brief, leading to a series of tall rings standing on end, the bottom embedded just into the floor to keep them upright. Inside each ring appeared a different place. Ivory was used to these, the various gates that connected the more far flung regions of the Inn and its grounds. One in particular led into the area shi could only assume was the palace Liz called home.

Crossing between was as easy as walking through a doorway, and offered about as much sensation. Once there, Ivory paused and looked about to drink in the surroundings. It was quite a sight to behold. The ceiling was remarkably high, flying so far above shi actually felt somewhat small. It was a rare occasion such a sensation was offered hir, and shi rarely ignored it. A series of large, thick columns created a sort of corridor through the middle of the palace while still offering plenty of room to walk between them and the walls. The pallet was resplendent with browns, tans, yellows, and golds, with a smattering of reds, greens, and blues to break up the monotone. Carvings and glyphs covered almost every surface except for the floor. That was spared the artistry in favor of nature's own beauty; a rich, deep greenish-black marbled with streaks and splashes of white, all polished so fine that it was almost a mirror.

Dozens of people filled the grand hall, most of them guests and tourists, easily identified by their clothing. Those who looked to belong in this setting were dressed accordingly, which was to say, hardly at all. The attire was consistent with the ancient world this place recreated. Most were barefoot save for a few. Trousers, or what passed for them, were thin, airy, and light in color. Often, it was of a sheer material that granted the viewer to see the fur, scale, or feathers beneath. Sometimes it was merely a loincloth, though hanging so low it passed the knee and was emblazoned with decorative embroidery. What was worn to cover the torso usually consisted of vests, tunics as lightweight as the pants, or mere strips of cloth strategically placed to conceal specific regions and held in place with metal clasps and rings. Everything appeared very easy to remove, which encouraged much of the nudity that was so prolific here.

No one seemed to bat an eye at the two reptilian ladies that had just walked in, one towering over all with proportions that surely should make hir tip over, and the other so vast about the middle that she shouldn't be able to walk. It appeared that such things were just business as usual. The tour was fairly short. The palace had been altered to accommodate visitors, many of the chambers renovated into guest rooms. The motif of ancient civilization prevailed though, which helped explain the cobra's harem up on the top floor. Liz explained that usually there were more, but roughly a quarter of them were 'occupied'. A pat to her belly suggested a more specific explanation as to their whereabouts.

Just past the room housing the snake's personal menagerie of servants, well furnished with pillows, cushions, lounges, and all manner of other items of comfort to sprawl across, was Liz's private chambers. Though 'private' wasn't entirely accurate. The entryway was large and open, designed such that it couldn't be closed off. The heavy-middled sorceress made a bee-line for her bed, a massive mattress covered in silks and pillows that had been made with many more than two people in mind. The cobra sat down on the edge, then laid back, scooting her way up to the head where she lounged. Her belly towered above her, pinning her legs and spilling over her sides until it looked as if she was completely immobile.

"Ahhh, that's better. Go ahead and get comfy." Liz said. She wasn't slurring her words nearly as much anymore.

Ivory sat down on the edge of the mattress and marveled at how easily it handled hir size and weight. Without ceremony, the dragoness moved to sit next to hir hostess, hir back up against the headboard. A large hand reached over and began to stroke over the grand, slowly writhing dome the snake was attached to.

"Does being so big cause you discomfort?" Ivory asked.

Liz shook her head with a dreamy little smile on her lips. She couldn't sit still or keep quiet. A happy little noise rose up out of her as she succumbed to the sensations spreading from her belly.

"Not in the slightest. I love being this big. And bigger if I can manage it. Usually that's too big to get out of bed though," The cobra paused as she opened her eyes to look up at the dragoness with a grin, "Not that being stuck in bed because you're too big is a bad thing."

Ivory cracked a smile and continued to gently massage the snake's huge tummy.

"You wish this wasn't artificially induced. You wish these were your genuine children."

"Of course I do," Liz said, "But since that isn't going to happen, I get what I can, how I can. And my 'children', even if they're just surrogates, are happy enough to make their queen happy." A new giggle escaped the cobra as she joined in rubbing her enormous stomach.

"Well I do hope I can find a way to help change that," Ivory said, "Tell me what all you have tried."

The hour that followed was a long, detailed history of Liz's family line. It sounded almost like she was giving her family's medical history as she explained the numerous potions, remedies, spells, and such. She even explained how she appealed to the gods, begging them to lift the curse. Nothing had worked. It had all proved fruitless, except for the one time per generation where a daughter had been born. But that was supposed to happen.

During this explanation, Ivory examined the cobra. A visual inspection wasn't of much use, but examining the deeper magic surrounding the lady's condition revealed a few things that helped aim the dragoness in the right direction. By the time their talk was over, Layla had joined the two of them.

"So, made any progress?" The jackal asked, "I hope not, because I wanna watch."

Liz giggled and sat up, crawled her way across the mattress, and practically threw herself around the canid. Her mobility in spite of her passengers was startling.

"We were just finishing up all the boring stuff. You got here just in time."

Layla was tossed backwards a bit by the sudden affection from the heavily laden snake, but shi bore it well.

"Shouldn't you let everyone out? They might get in the way a little, don't you think?" The bartending canid asked.

Liz sighed and rolled her eyes as she let go of her wife.

"Alright. I suppose you're right." She said.

The cobra crawled off the bed and moved over to a nearby cushion that sat on the floor. It was large enough to accommodate her entire stomach, but she didn't stand on it. Instead, she stood just past it, her back to the silky pillow. A handle bar stood in front of her. The cobra leaned over as far as she could to grab hold for balance. The snake spread her legs and lifted her tail just as a moan rose out of her. As if on command, her 'children' began to slip out of her, one by one. It was a rather broad mix; gender, species, size. It was impressive watching her go with so little effort. Once released, her servants were clearly disappointed, but didn't question her decision. She was their 'queen' after all, and at least she was nice about it. From how many of them moved once they were on their feet, it was clear they had been affected by their 'mother's imbibing. Perhaps that was how she had begun to sober so quickly.

When Liz stood back upright and turned about, she wasn't perfectly trim, but her belly was considerably smaller. It still possessed a significant curve, large enough for one, and either she didn't notice, or she didn't care.

"Looks like you've still got someone in there, honey." Layla said.

Liz smiled and gave her belly a pat before offering a few of her former passengers a tender kiss.

"Isis isn't interested in coming out." Liz said.

Ivory frowned softly, peering at the cobra's motherly curve.

"Does she understand the consequences of remaining?" The large dragoness asked.

Liz chuckled and made her way back to the bed, taking a seat next to the jackal she shared it with. A hand roamed over the round dome tenderly. This one was more precious to her, clearly.

"Look, either it works or it doesn't. If it doesn't, then I don't have to be empty and Isis gets a bath, which she's used to. She kind of likes it in fact. If it works, then I get to adopt her. That's something we both have enjoyed playing around with, pretending and such. You make it real for the both of us, and I'll let you carry me around on your dick for a year. Isis is... she was my first. I've had plenty of servants before and after she came into my life, but... she's more than that. She was the first one I really felt close to. I love her. I've kept her with me for several generations, and I plan to keep her a few more, if I can manage it. One way or another." The hooded snake explained.

Ivory nodded and dipped hir head solemnly in respect.

"Very well. I can respect such a bond. If you're both ready, let's begin." The dragoness said.

Ivory reached into hir robes and pulled out two vials. One was a bright crimson and the other a royal blue. Shi handed them to Liz and Layla respectively and told them to drink. Both snake and jackal removed the stoppers from their vials and downed the contents without much thought. It took a few moments for the effects to kick in. Liz noticed hers first. She shivered and gasped as a powerful burning claimed her loins, not one of pain but of need. She had been in heat before. Really, she was almost always in heat. It was part of the curse; fires that could never be quenched. But this was several orders of magnitude more powerful. It was all she could think about.

As she rolled onto her back, she shoved a hand down between her thighs to stroke her quivering folds. Her fingers were quickly coated in sweet honey as she pleasured herself. And then a new moan claimed her. Her chest, already impressive in its own rite, swelled outward, growing heavier. Liz lifted her free hand to caress the steadily growing bust and immediately shivered. How could they be so tender? And they were full. A good squeeze brought a thick trickle of warm, sweet-smelling cream oozing from one of her nipples. It was all as the dragoness expected.

Layla watched with surprise and interest. Shi leaned over and began gently massaging hir wife's new chest as it continued to swell, each breast eventually settling into a size that was larger than the snake's belly. Liz writhed and hissed wantonly, needing release. She looked to her beloved jackal pleadingly. Layla wasn't about to leave hir cobra wanting, but just as shi started to move to assist, hir own potion took effect.

The jackal gasped as hir own chest swelled. The buttons on hir vest began popping as the fabric strained to contain such a vast bust. In but a few moments, Layla's bosom was just as large, heavy, and leaky as hir jade lover's. A similar heat claimed the canid and shi began to pant, huffing powerfully as shi hugged hir monstrous chest. And then the swelling moved lower. Layla felt hir shorts grow suddenly tight. Shi winced and grit hir teeth as the pressure built. The bulge in hir groin was so large it forced hir thighs apart until the garment could hold it back no more. Layla's shorts burst open, the snap failing, then the zipper sliding open under sheer force of pressure. A heavy mass of flesh pushed its way out and continued to swell. Hir thong, having found one that actually fit hir, was put to the test. The elastic material stretched as far as it could until it was putting a bind on the canid's sheath and scrotum.

That was when Ivory stepped in. The dragoness reached forward and began to gently tug the jackal's thong down off of hir still stretching package. When it was free, Layla sighed in relief, but it was short lived. The large, winged lady had not removed hir hands from the jackal's groin. Ivory squeezed the heavy sheath in hir palms and stroked along the mass. It was still small compared to hir, but for someone Layla's size, it was positively enormous. With a little effort, the jackal might be able to get both hir hands around the thing and have the tips of hir fingers meet. The attention brought forth the monster within. Layla's shaft sprouted from its hiding place, stiffening and lengthening past the point where shi could tuck it under hir chin. If shi were to hug it to hir chest, and bury it in hir cleavage, it would have stood just past the top of hir head.

"There. Now that the fertility potions have taken effect, you should try mating. It might be enough." Ivory said.

Shi didn't even need to suggest. In a blur, Layla had mounted hir scaled lover and jammed hir new, 'industrial sized' shaft deep inside her. Liz cried out with glee as she was suddenly stretched. The cobra rocked in against her wife, panting desperately as she tried to ride the thing all on her own. Layla wouldn't let her go solo. Instead, the two rutted against one another with a fierce passion neither had felt before. The sounds of their lovemaking filled not just the bedroom, but the harem beyond. Liz's servants all watched on with great interest as their queen was taken so briskly. And it was easy to tell that she was enjoying herself. The show, combined with the scent of two ladies in heat, was more than enough to push them into acts of passion of their own. The room behind Ivory became a veritable orgy and shi simply ignored it. Shi was too busy watching the jackal and cobra attempt to break the curse.

Of course, the dragoness wasn't completely unfeeling towards the sight before hir. It was causing quite a stir in hir own loins. The tall, busty dragon began to stroke hir own shaft, having uncovered it from under the folds of hir cloak. With hir free hand, Ivory began removing the garment, which was the only thing shi had bothered to wear at all. Soon, shi was completely nude, crouching on hir knees, pleasuring hirself to the sight of the two enhanced lovers before hir.

Climax came quickly and powerfully, but it didn't stop at one. A scream of almost pained lust filled the room as Liz fell victim to it first. She clamped down on the grand spire filling her just as Layla shoved home one more time. A sudden flood of seed poured in. Isis, the hidden black feline content to remain Elizabeth's child, was quickly adrift in a sea of jackal essence. Liz was filled until she started to grow all over again, and quickly. In but a precious few moments, Layla had offered enough of hirself to make the snake almost as big as she had been before letting the orgy out of her belly.

Ivory squeezed hir eyes shut as shi arched hir back, struck by hir own climax. A heavy splattering of dragon seed poured down on top of the two lovers as they remained locked together. Neither one seemed to care they were getting soaked in a third's release. As far as they were concerned, it was just par for the course. It wasn't the first time someone had sat in and watched them during their lovemaking.

At last, the two began to settle, quickly calming from the furious fire that had burned through them. It vanished, leaving a powerful smolder. Liz panted under her newly returned gut, palming it and squeezing it fervently.

"If... if that didn't work... I'd be happy to try again!" Liz cackled, trying to keep from letting her expectation of failure dampen the mood.

Layla slowly withdrew and lay next to the serpent, still out of breath.

"I'm up for another round," shi chuckled tiredly, "How long does this last?"

Ivory had composed hirself rather quickly, still gently tugging at the mostly stiff rod in hir fingers.

"The heat has died away. You would need another dose to renew it. The size change however, that will last longer. If you take another dose now, it will become permanent." The dragoness said.

"And you've got another dose on hand, don't you?" Liz asked expectantly.

Ivory chuckled and reached back into hir cloak, collecting two more vials. They were handed over, swallowed, and the cycle repeated. Now however, they could both enjoy the fact that neither would be returning to their previous proportions. Liz adored the size of her stomach, almost twice as big as when she was pregnant with so many of her beloved pets. Isis was no doubt enjoying the space, but the cobra could still feel her swimming about inside. The 'queen' was reveling in all of this, enraptured by the discovery of a new friend who appeared to enjoy their antics; someone who appreciated her intense level of debauchery.

As Liz lay there drinking in the sensations swirling over and through her, she paused. They were doing this for a reason after all. A flashy wave of the hand brought a crystal sphere into existence in her palm. The cobra waved her other hand over it and began focusing through it, utilizing its mystical properties to determine what might be going on inside her. Ivory watched curiously, eyeing the bauble with great interest.

"I've not seen someone use a crystal ball in ages. I think it's what people these days call... 'old school'?" The dragoness said.

"Yeah, it's pretty old school alright. Comes in pretty handy when I want to look especially mystical." Liz smirked.

The cobra turned her attention back to the sphere, examining it and feeding energy into it. After a few moments, the sorceress' expression darkened for a brief instant, then returned to that of drunken, lustful euphoria. It would have been easy to miss if someone wasn't paying attention.

"Well, that didn't work. Not that I didn't enjoy it but... what else ya got?" Liz asked.

Ivory frowned softly. The snake must have been examining herself through the crystal to see if the curse had been circumvented. The dragoness pursed hir lips a little and reached back into hir cloak. Layla helped sit hir scaled lover up so they could see what curious thing Ivory produced this time. What came was a pendant, simple in design, with a ruby set into the center of a silver disk. The dragoness handed the charm over, letting it dangle from hir large hand by its chain.

"Put this on. It is blessed by three different fertility goddesses. Perhaps it, combined with what is already inside you, can make the difference." Ivory said.

Liz shrugged and collected the trinket, slipped it around her neck, and sat patiently with the stone resting comfortably in her cleavage. The cobra ran her palms over her enormous stomach, squeezing it from time to time as she waited for some sort of effect to be had. It wasn't too long of a wait. The ruby began to glow, becoming a brilliant, fiery stone in between her breasts. A powerful warmth passed down over Liz's belly, sinking deep into her. Her heart fluttered a little as hope began to well up inside her. She summoned her crystal ball again and began examining herself through it once more.

A deep moan rose up from the bloated, yielding dome. Isis was in the throes of some sort of transformation it seemed. The dark feline pressed out against her mistresses flesh as she cried out. A new lump formed just below the bulges she made as the cat was suddenly graced with a litter of her own. They were, of course, Layla's. After all, Isis was swimming in a small lake of the bartender's spunk.

Liz frowned as she saw no similar change in herself. She was suddenly and quietly jealous of Isis. It wasn't the intention of these experiments, but it seemed it came rather easily for her favorite pet.

"Well that was a bust too. Got any other ideas?" The snake asked, trying her best not to sound snarky. Her mood was now rather thoroughly muted.

"I could mate with you. I am known within certain deific circles. Perhaps my... contribution... would be more successful." Ivory offered.

Layla grinned a bit.

"Now we're talkin'. I was hopin' I'd get to see you two get it on. And maybe if you're feeling extra generous, I could get a turn with you." The jackal said.

Liz nodded, shrugging a little.

"Sure. Couldn't hurt," She paused, looking down at Ivory's rather monstrous shaft, "Okay maybe it might hurt a little, but in a good way."

The dragoness climbed to hir feet and eased the snake around onto her stomach. It was so large she could just barely reach the ground with her toes. Layla helped to steady her as Ivory made hir preparations. There was little notice when the intrusion began. Liz gasped loudly as she felt a stretch far greater than she was accustomed to. It wasn't the furthest she'd ever been pushed, but it was well above the norm for her. And that was all it took to bring her mood right back.

The snake hissed and grinned goofily as her eyes glazed over. The sorceress lifted her hands to cup at her tremendous bust. Shivers passed over her as she teased herself, exploring just what she could do to these new, incredibly tender breasts to spark the electricity of orgasm. Layla leaned forward and pressed hir lips to hir wife's, mashing hir own chest against the snake's. Shi was similarly returned to lust. Hir length pulsed between them, twitching and drooling against hir beloved serpent's belly. Shi didn't care that it was someone else filling hir lover. Shi just loved seeing Liz in the throes of pleasure, and rattled soundly by it.

Ivory meanwhile eased down into a seated position, pulling Liz into hir lap so that the snake sat down completely on the aching rod inside her. The black and white dragoness growled low in hir throat as shi fought the urge to utterly destroy the cobra's womanhood. Shi had a job to do after all. The tall lady's large palms cupped against hir partner's swollen stomach, preparing hir own magic. A soft glow of deep violet surrounded Ivory's hands as shi reached out to connect with Liz's mystical essence. It took the sorceress by surprise. She'd never had anyone attempt a connection like this before. Unprepared for the act as well as what it brought with it, Liz stiffened and clung to the jackal.

The dragoness was quite the powerful magic user after all.

The sensation of another mystical being's aura flowing into hers left Liz overwhelmed. She thought she was powerful, and compared to most, she was. But this was an entirely different league. She was a deep, clear lake. Ivory was a violent and capricious ocean. And that ocean was pouring part of itself into her. The spiritual pressure Ivory brought with hir left Liz breathless. She completely forgot about the monster shaft shoved inside her, the large pond of jackal seed swirling in her womb, and her now pregnant pet swimming inside her.

Ivory began to buck hir hips, humping with an intense strength that jerked Liz back to the physical world. The snake cried out in an immediate climax. But she wasn't permitted to rest. The dragoness, now feeling greed consume hir, worked to claim the serpent. Layla pressed in against the cobra, feeling a powerful need to be a part of the rutting. As shi clung tightly to hir wife, a sudden warmth washed over hir. Liz had clutched so tightly to the jackal that she had inadvertently forced the canid to join the deeper connection. Layla was suddenly overwhelmed by the magical energy flowing through the two scaled creatures. She was familiar with Liz's power, but shi was entirely unprepared for Ivory's, just as Liz had been.

Ivory sensed the added connection and grinned. Shi reached out through hir aura and dragged the jackal in deeper, eventually playing with hir senses. Just as Layla was beginning to ease into the strange and powerful union, shi was startled with powerful jerk. Something very large had just crammed itself into hir own folds. Shi looked up over hir shoulder to find a second dragoness, identical to Ivory, hammering away into hir now. Shi had form and presence, but shi appeared ethereal, vaguely transparent. It was some sort of soul magic the dragon was using. It had created something of a clone, in spirit only, to include the jackal. Layla's eyes rolled back in hir head as shi was jostled powerfully.

The two smaller ladies filled the room with noises of passion, clearly being overwhelmed by their dragoness partners, corporeal and spiritual respectively. They were thrust into one another roughly as Ivory humped hard. Shi was in command of both hirself and hir duplicate, their efforts coordinated. It required less focus that way. The sensation of reaming two lovers at once was quite the thrill for hir. Shi rarely got to partake in such an act. Ivory let hir jaws hang agape and hir tongue dangle from the corner of hir mouth. Shi was lost to the animalistic nature of hir lust. Shi would pump until both girls were raw and filled with hir seed.

That image filled hir mind and pushed hir over the edge. A deafening roar echoed through the room and down the halls outside. Ivory slammed home hard, hir enormous sac tensing as it emptied its contents into the snake. Hir spiritual double mirrored hir in kind, the contribution Layla was receiving made real by way of the dragon's spell. Both girls swelled, Layla bloating out in the middle for the first time since this all began. Liz grew further to hold in the shadow dragon's offering, feeling not just the additional load flood her belly, but an intense magic surge through her. She huffed, having been trapped in a near constant state of peak the whole time.

When finally the dragoness allowed both girls to ease down, the ghostly double vanished, leaving Layla with a gaping entry that pulsed as it slowly closed back up. Somehow, none of the buckets of seed that had been poured into hir escaped. Ivory gradually withdrew from Liz as well, and sat back, huffing quietly as shi smiled in satisfaction. A quiet hiss left hir lips as shi gripped hir still pulsing shaft.

"You two are quite the pair. I wasn't expecting to have you join in so soon." Ivory said, looking to Layla.

Liz was breathless, unable to respond. Layla however was eager to say something.

"What the hell was that? And do you use that on yourself?" The jackal asked.

Ivory just grinned as shi moved to lay on hir side, surveying hir two newest conquests.

"Soul magic. I can create a copy of myself in spirit. It allows me to be in two places at once. Handy when you need an assistant, or when you're conflicted on if you're feeling more submissive or more dominant. You get to fill both roles."

Liz cackled and sprawled atop her vast stomach, now so large she was completely immobile, unable to reach the ground.

"So someone tells you to 'go fuck yourself', you can happily oblige!" The snake laughed.

Ivory chuckled and nodded.

"Yes, and if someone is telling me that, then usually doing so is far more preferable to spending any further time around them. Now, do you think that's done the trick?" The dragoness asked.

Liz had almost forgotten the reason for all of this. She summoned her crystal ball again and repeated the same examination as before. Her face slowly turned to one of an unfeeling, bland, blank expression.

"It was worth a try. But it looks like Isis is going to have an even bigger litter now," Liz said, then turned to examine her swollen jackal lover, "And you're on your way too. Looks like always a bridesmaid but never a bride is how it's going to be. I could use a drink."

Layla frowned.

"Really? All of that and nothing? Not even one?"

Ivory shook hir head.

"I was afraid of this. Forgive me. While I was inside you, I connected with you on a deeper level to get a better look at what I was dealing with. What I saw, or rather what I felt, I've encountered before. The god that did this to you, that gave you the power to save your people so long ago and in doing so cursed you like this, he is known for cruel, ironic, and often unjust 'bargains'. He claims it's in the name of maintaining a balance, but there are better ways to do that. He does it because he delights in the struggles of mortals." The dragoness explained.

Liz stared off into space, feeling well and truly broken after so many generations of trying.

"So then that's it. There's no way to undo it except to hope I could appeal to his sense of compassion. And if what you say is true, then he won't undo it. Not for anything." She was holding her composure, but deep inside, she wanted to cry. An ugly cry with sobs that would be heard out in the hall. She had tried for so long, kept hope alive for so many generations, only to have it all come crashing down with such finality.

"It's true," Ivory said, "He won't remove your curse, likely under any circumstances. And even if he would agree to it, he no longer can. He was relieve of his status and power several centuries ago for the very reasons I mentioned. The rest of the gods and goddesses have been working to undo what he has done. It was thought his last victim was relieved long ago. It seems we were wrong."

The dragoness gazed at the cobra, waiting, hoping for her to bring her eyes back to look upon hir. It never came. Layla looked back and forth between hir wife and the dragoness that had just mated with them both.

"We? You're part of the pantheon he belonged to?" The jackal asked, fighting to keep hirself from getting too excited.

"No, I don't belong to his pantheon, but I do belong to one. It's complicated when you start discussing inter-deific politics and who has jurisdiction over what and who. But to make a long story short, he overstepped his bounds and was punished for it. My family was part of the task force charged with tracking down and correcting his crimes. It seemed he did quite a number on your wife." Ivory said, looking to Layla.

Layla nodded, still trying not to get too worked up as shi dared to hope.

"So, does that mean you know how to fix what he did to her?" The canine asked.

Ivory winced a little, knowing that was the question that was coming.

"His work can be undone, yes. But the methods required are... unorthodox." The dragoness said.

Liz had remained quiet through the brief conversation, but finally turned to look at the tall woman.

"So... everything we did, that was just... what, for shits and giggles? You wanted to have a good screw before getting on to do your job?" She asked.

Ivory chuckled softly.

"Partly. I didn't know just how deep this ran until we mated. Now that I know what I'm up against, I can fight it." Shi said.

"Alright," Liz said with a sigh, "So what's the next step?"

"I need to be inside you." Ivory said.

Liz raised an eyebrow.

"You just were. Couldn't you have done it then?" The cobra asked.

"Not like that," Ivory said, adjusting in hir seat nervously, "I hope you've got a big appetite."

Liz laughed, actually sounding amused rather than derisive.

"What? You need me ta suck you off? Okay, sure. Dragon dick is pretty tasty. C'mon over. I'll suck your fangs right out of your head through your balls." The snake joked.

Ivory shook hir head.

"No. You must swallow me. All of me. Entirely."

The cobra and jackal both fell silent for a moment, drinking in the gravity of what was said. Liz and Layla looked at one another as if to try and say something back and forth but no words came. Liz turned to look back at the dragoness.

"Um, okay. Sure. You're a little on the big side for folks I've eaten, but I think I can manage it. Why do I have to eat you for this to work?" Liz asked.

"Because, it's just how this works. He's done this to other people, but not to this extent. When he cursed you, he built in a sort of... timer. After so many generations, you would just stop producing daughters and your line would die out. That way he couldn't be blamed for any of your mistakes or crimes. What he didn't count on was you being honorable. Unbelievably lecherous, but honorable," Ivory said, "It cuts so deep that something drastic has to be done to fix it."

Liz narrowed her eyes as she gazed at the dragoness. The wheels were turning. She had an idea of what this woman was alluding to, but she wasn't entirely sure she was comfortable with it.

"If you're talking about what I think you're talking about, won't that kind of--I don't know--tick off your family?" The cobra asked.

Ivory laughed softly.

"I've already done plenty to anger almost everyone in my family and their courts. There are precious few left that genuinely enjoy my company. Those who do wouldn't mind this. You've had the good fortune to come to live with one of them. My sister, Shayna." The dragoness said.

"Shayna is your sister!?" Layla cried in surprise.

"There is something of a family resemblance." Liz said calmly. It didn't surprise her hardly at all. Something about having been connected to Ivory gave her an inkling that something to that effect was the truth.

"Shayna is almost my polar opposite, but shi is one of the few of my siblings I find I miss terribly if I'm away from hir for too long. And you've been fortunate enough to find yourself in such close proximity to hir." Ivory said.

"So... Shayna won't get mad at me for eating you?" Liz asked.

Layla was puzzled by this. Most everyone ate one another at the Inn. It was part of the appeal of the place. Why would this be any different? There was more going on here than what could be seen on the surface and so shi remained quiet, looking to pick up on what was hidden between the lines.

Ivory meanwhile laughed, and loudly this time. Shi smiled down at the massively bloated snake.

"Get mad at you? My dear, shi'll likely want to smuggle you away for a few days all to hirself. That is, if you two can pull yourselves apart long enough." The dragoness looked between the snake and jackal.

Liz sighed, letting her eyes drift shut as she considered what was being offered. It was a terribly important gift, and it would be an insult to refuse. But on the other hand, it was also a rather enormous thing to do, so much would change. But if Ivory was so sure of what was to come of it, then she felt she should put her trust in this dragon who had done nothing but try to help.

"Alright," Liz said begrudgingly, "Alright, let's do this. Get on down here so I can eat you up. But if I get indigestion because of you, I'm taking it out on your sister. I know how shi likes to be punished."

Ivory suppressed a snicker and leaned down towards the cobra, offering her a tender yet passionate kiss. Liz was surprised by the act, but quickly leaned into it. It wouldn't take much to go from kissing to swallowing, not for a snake. And really, it didn't. Within but a few moments, the serpent's lips were no longer pressed against the dragon's, but rather wrapped around hir muzzle. Ivory closed hir eyes and leaned forward further, all but diving down Liz's throat. That throat began to stretch, expanding to quite a distance as it was filled with a beast more than twice as tall as Liz herself.

The snake pressed on, though with a hint of hesitation in the back of her mind. If she was right, Ivory wouldn't be coming back out, and that troubled her. Of course, those thoughts were pushed aside as she got her first good taste of the dragoness, and shi was divine. Liz' eyes rolled then closed as she slurped and swallowed. The whole of the drake's head was now trapped in her chest as she worked her way down the long, graceful neck. Layla watched on in awe. Shi knew that snakes had an impressive capacity, hir wife especially, but this was beyond anything shi'd seen the lady attempt.

Liz's jaws widened and bulged as she reached Ivory's shoulders, tucking the hand-like talons at the 'elbows' of hir wings into her cheeks as she went. She showed no sign of difficulty. At least, until she got to Ivory's expansive bust. Both Liz and Layla had gained quite a bit of mass in their chests, but neither could begin to rival what the dragoness possessed. The cobra pushed herself beyond what she had ever attempted before and slowly inched her way down over the monstrous breasts. Her cheeks swelled to cartoonish proportions, resembling a chipmunk after a frantic binge. Slowly, glacially, the dragon's snowy-white bust was concealed under green scale. Ivory moaned as hir chest was compressed. Liz and Layla weren't the only ones who had been permitted to enjoy an almost electric sensitivity to their breasts.

The noises rising up from the cobra's gurgling belly only grew louder as Ivory sank deeper. Hir nipples finally found themselves mashed against the flesh of Liz's maw. The sudden additional stimulation caused the dragoness to jerk in the snake's grasp. That jerk saw hir slip deeper, the serpent slurping up the dragoness' chest with a pair of soft 'pop's. A hearty gulp shoved those gargantuan mounds into her throat. Liz winced as she forced them down. Her hands were lifted, trying to massage the heavy load down her gullet. The act only gave Ivory reason to stir further, hir moans now coming from the churning, groaning chamber shi was to fill. The dragon's hands moved quickly to hir own crotch, one wrapping fingers around the painfully erect mast, the other curling up between hir thighs to caress the interior of hir folds. Hir shaft poked up into hir cleavage, making it easy for Liz to start working it down once she had swallowed the dragon's chest. The licking that followed resulted in a heavy leaking of salty, musky ooze directly into the snake's mouth, then down her throat.

It was a bit of a let down for Liz. She'd wanted to taste it properly. She got what she could as the smooth beast of a rod eased down into her neck. She could still taste her own release smeared stickily across its surface. That alone was enough to warm her nethers. Liz shivered and pushed forward against the dragon, now feeling a powerful greed fill her. She wanted this woman inside her, all hir curves and swells, everything. She wanted to possess the dragon. It was a common sensation for her, and it usually resulted in someone temporarily calling her belly home. Liz reached out and gripped Ivory's hips, trying desperately to cram the big lady in. She wasn't nearly strong enough to make any progress that way, but her steady swallows more than made up for it.

Layla leaned in and massaged at hir wife's stomach. It was so vast at this point it filled most of the bed, and it was still growing. Odd lumps broke up the smooth shape as Ivory stretched Liz. The dragoness promised to push Liz to a fullness she'd never before experienced, and Layla was concerned it might cause hir beloved some discomfort. If it was, the snake wasn't showing any sign. If anything, the bigger she got, the more she moaned in wanton lust. The curve of Ivory's rump pressed against the roof of Liz's mouth, a pair of enormous orbs forced her lower jaw downward. The snake tried her best to seal her lips against Ivory's flesh to suckle on them, each big enough to be its own little world. Her efforts resulted in the dragon's legs kicking and hir toes splaying apart. A deep, loud moan shook the cobra's belly as Ivory arched hir back, in the throes of a new release. The thick spurts of potent dragon seed poured down the snake's throat before she could even taste it, filling her stomach and coating the drake she had trapped in her jaws.

Liz wanted it all. She gulped hard and shoved the dragon lady's sloshing scrotum into her throat, claiming it as if it belonged to her now. Smooth, muscular thighs followed, making the transition much easier. Creaks and groans came from the enormous shifting bulge under her. Ivory was lost in hir own hedonism. The dragoness thrust and bucked away, humping against the flesh that imprisoned hir. Shi roared as shi came again, flooding the chamber that would be hir home with another small sea of cum. Liz's gut gurgled and squeezed around the dragoness as shi spilled in. Hir calves were soon wrapped in the snake's warm, wet flesh, then hir large clawed paws. All that remained was the last of Ivory's long, thick, muscular tail. With a chest as large as hirs, shi needed quite a lot to keep hir balanced. The flexible limb had to be at least ten feet long from rump to tip. For Liz, it was like swallowing a naga, suddenly making her want to find one to have for dessert.

A few good, loud slurps and gulps, and the cobra had done it. She groaned happily and burped as her stomach wobbled under her. Ivory was clearly enjoying hirself. The thrashing, orgasmic cries, and roars muffled by layers of cobra flesh suggested the dragoness might actually enjoy being dominated in such a way.

Layla climbed to hir feet and leaned in against the huge, churning bloat of hir wife's stomach and kissed the snake passionately.

"I can't believe you did that!" The jackal exclaimed.

Liz, visibly tired and out of breath, just hugged the canid as best she could, resting her chin on Layla's shoulder. It had been a rather spirited evening, and she was tired. Layla discerned this and got comfortable there, leaning against the huge gut housing their recent lover. It was surprisingly comfortable and supportive in spite of hir own round, heavy middle. The pair quickly drifted off under the rocking of the trapped dragoness within. Slowly, Ivory's motion faded. Hir noises were replaced by the gurgles of the snake's stomach. And the lumps the dragoness created smoothed out, leaving Liz with an orb-like tummy.

When morning came, Liz found her belly much smaller. It was still quite large and round, but the dragoness that had occupied it was gone. The serpent yawned and gently eased out of her jackal's grasp to go pay the bathroom a visit. The cobra waddled her way past the harem. They were all still asleep, otherwise they might have offered her attention and affection. Water cascaded quietly from an unknown source into a basin just below a mirror. Liz dipped her hands under the flowing water and splashed some onto her face. She rubbed her eyes, cheeks, and muzzle before feeling something different. Slowly, she removed her hands to look at what stared back at her in the mirror.

She was no longer herself. A sudden rush of thought and memory flooded her. The creature in the mirror looked familiar, but different at the same time. There were conflicting ideas in her head about what she was supposed to look like. The hooded snake was there, yes. But so too was the dragoness she had clear memory of being. But this face looked like a blending of the two. Part of her was confused by this. Another part was deeply satisfied, as if this had been part of the plan all along. More images and memories rushed in as the reptilian lady sobered and woke further. She stepped back from the mirror to find that her breasts had grown in the night, but then, they hadn't really, had they? One memory suggested they were the size they were supposed to be, but another made her certain they had been much smaller before as she cupped them. Even her hands were bigger, though nowhere near big enough to handle cleavage like this. A pair of very large piercings hung from the rather enormous nipples. Those were clearly Ivory's, but Liz found herself thinking they were right where they were supposed to be.

Her stomach was still gravid and round, though, proportionally at least, it was much smaller. And then Liz noticed something. She was tall--very tall--as tall as Ivory had been. As tall as Ivory was. As tall as she was supposed to be. The conflicting information left her dizzy, stumbling backwards until she landed on her rump with a heavy thud. As she landed, a pair of vast wings flapped behind her to help her balance. They flexed and stretched as she mingled between a morning routine of working their stiffness out and acclimating to suddenly possessing the power of flight.

And then she noticed something else. Her heavy, somewhat soft belly had forced her thighs apart and was putting pressure on something between her legs. A hand moved to explore this region and the lady shivered. A large, insistent shaft protruded from under her gut. It throbbed powerfully, demanding to be used. Without hesitation, Liz began to stroke, pumping slowly at first, but quickly masturbating with an almost rampant fury. The hooded dragoness hissed and moaned as shi worked hirself up into a frothing frenzy until shi threw hir head back and roared. A powerful jet of seed splattered across the far wall, more than enough to paint all the walls in the bathroom were someone to take a few rollers and brushes to it. Liz huffed and slouched as shi sat there, coming to grips with it all. A sensation welled up in the back of hir mind, a sense of great satisfaction.

A goofy grin spread across the snake-dragon's lips.

"Looks like things went the way I planned." Liz said, suddenly not knowing if shi meant to say that. Of course shi did. The words came not just from hir mouth, but from hir mind.

"The way I planned?! I absorbed that poor woman! We're fused now! And I don't know how to undo it!" The serpent cried.

Again shi smiled to hirself in the mirror as shi stood. The dragoness looked over hir new form appreciatively, rather liking the blend of black and green, the heavy chest and belly, the manly region that seemed to have grown larger than it had been, and the hood that framed hir face, a mixture of the two ladies' features.

"Who says I want to undo it? This was all part of the deal. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to this. And I know for a fact I enjoyed eating me. It's just a shame I can't do it again, maybe slower." Liz hissed seductively to hirself.

Quickly hir expression changed again, back to shock.

"I didn't want this! I didn't want to destroy someone else's life! That's not how I operate! Everyone I eat comes back, safe and sound!" Shi cried.

Hir eyes softened and shi smiled, a hand moving to stroke over one of hir heavy breasts. It sent a tingle up hir spine that calmed hir.

"I didn't destroy anyone's life. I became something new from two lives that joined together. I'm Liz, and Ivory, together, as one. And it feels very good. Besides, this was the only way to break the curse. I could have picked someone else to fuse Liz with, but they might not have been enough to break through the curse, and they might not have blended so well. They might have allowed themselves to be subverted. Ivory on the other hand, shi was strong-willed enough to match Liz, and chose to let them share the new body equally. We are now me. I am you, the person looking back in the mirror."

Liz continued to smile at hirself. All hesitation and fear began to slowly melt away. It was helped by the long, graceful tail shi distinctly remembered swallowing angling up between hir thighs and pushing into hir petals. Shi groaned happily and held it there, twisting and turning around until shi brought hirself to a new, smoldering climax.

"Liz, honey? You alright? I heard a roar and thought-" Layla cut hirself off, hir sleepy demeanor quickly sobering as shi caught sight of the grand cobra-dragon before hir, towering and filling the bathroom.

"Morning honey." Liz said with a smile. Shi leaned down, hir belly forcing hir to spread hir legs. Shi placed a tender little lick on the end of hir wife's nose before standing back up to look in the mirror again, drinking in the lovely form shi had become.

"Liz? Is... is that you?" Layla asked, wide-eyed and stunned.

"Yup. It's me alright. And it's Ivory too. We're both in here. It was a little freaky at first, but now that I'm getting used to it, I'm kinda liking it." The tall lady said.

"Was this your idea, Liz? Or was it Ivory?" The jackal asked, stepping in closer and reaching out to delicately touch hir wife's new shared form.

"It was Ivory's idea. Hir last ditch effort to lift the curse. And guess what, I was right! It worked! I managed to lift the curse!" Liz said. Shi grinned goofily in the mirror before suddenly growing dizzy. Shi was still waking up, and now a torrent of spiritual energy came flowing through hir, threatening to knock hir off hir feet. Shi stumbled and eased hirself down onto the floor as shi began to pant. Hir eyes were hugely wide, looking like a mixture of terror and exhilaration.

"Liz! What's wrong!? Talk to me!" Layla cried in concern. The jackal practically climbed up the cobra-dragon's front to hold Liz's cheeks in hir hands.

Moments passed as the serpent tried to acclimate to the new intensity of magical power shi had at hir disposal. It was indeed the very ocean shi had felt while mating the night before. But now, there was no division. The two had become one, body, mind, and soul. As shi steadied hirself mentally, shi smiled and pressed forward to kiss the jackal passionately. Two large hands cupped against the canid's body to press hir against the dragoness. Their two stomachs rebelled against the pressure, refusing to be compressed more than just slightly. And then Liz felt a mighty stirring under hir hide. Shi released Layla and looked down at hir squirming stomach with a chuckle.

"Oh, good morning to you too, Isis. Everything okay in there?" The hybrid woman asked.

No real answer came, save for a gentle moan that was taken to mean 'yes'.

"This is really strange. I don't know how I feel about this, Liz. We only just met Ivory for the first time last night, and now you two are sharing a body?" The jackal protested.

"I know, honey. It's strange for me too. I'm Liz, but I'm Ivory too. I'm both, but at the same time, I'm neither because I'm something new. But, it feels right. Like... we're supposed to be like this." Liz said.

"So... you remember me? Everything about me? How we met, where we met, what we did, what we went through, all of it?" Layla asked.

Liz simply smiled and cupped a large palm against the jackal's cheek.

"Of course I remember. Nothing about any of that has changed. And I still love you just as much," Liz paused and hir expression shifted to one of thoughtfulness, "Though I guess now you'll have to share me with my sister. Shayna's going to flip when shi sees me like this!"

The grand snake-dragon laughed and squeezed the jackal against hir again, wrapping hir enormous wings around the round-bellied canine. Layla squirmed, trying to pull hir face out of Liz's two mountain-like breasts.

"Okay, that's great and all, but you said you were able to lift the curse... does that mean-" Layla paused.

Liz paused as well, letting the question hang there for a second.

"Oh right! I guess I'd better check!" The dragoness waved a hand, summoning the crystal orb shi had used so many times before, while being completely new to hir at the same time.

Shi used the same spell shi had last night, not expecting much different this time out of old habit. What shi found was that shi had been correct about Isis. The slender, black feline was enormously swollen and in utter bliss because of it. She was expecting what had to be at least a dozen and a half kittens, though they were very heavily influenced by both jackal and dragon. What Liz had not expected was to find something else in there with the cat. The crystal ball gave hir a glimpse into hir own condition, and shi found what shi had been hoping for throughout the generations. Shi was going to be a mother, and not just of a lone, singular daughter-clone, but so many children shi couldn't count them in a single glance. And they all appeared to be unique.

"What? What is it?" Layla asked, seeing hir wife's face show nothing but shock.

"It... I... we... I'm..." Liz stammered.

"You're what!? Talk to me!!" Layla cried in frustration and fear.

"I'm pregnant..." Liz finally managed to say, far calmer than shi thought shi'd be.

Layla froze, hir eyes widening.

"You are!? Really!? It actually worked!?" The jackal cried, practically bouncing on the big cobra-dragon's belly.

"Yes! Really! I'm going to be a mother! And I'm going to have a huge family!! We!! We're going to have a huge family!! You and me!! Us!! Together!!" Liz wrapped hir arms around the jackal again, squeezing hir tight as shi laughed with joy.

Tears began to stream down hir cheeks, glee pouring out of hir in every way it could. It had been centuries, millennia, and shi was finally granted the very thing shi had longed for the whole time. Shi was going to be a mother. Shi kept repeating it in hir mind over and over, trying to wrap hir head around it. And then shi stopped, shaking hir head for a moment as a new flash passed through hir thoughts.

"I'm not becoming a new mother, I've already got kids! Lots of them!" Liz exclaimed.

"What!?" Layla practically shouted.

"Ivory! Shi had loads of kids! Some of them with hir sister! With Shayna! I'm already a mother!!" Liz cried out in laughter. Shi slapped a hand over hir eyes, still laughing uncontrollably. It was all too much to take in at once, but it was too wonderful to ignore.

"Damn! Guess I'm the wicked step-mother?" Layla grinned.

"Wicked nothing! If I have to, I still them all back in me and sit on you until you cream so hard in there that they come out looking like you!" Liz cried, hir cheeks still stained with tears of joy.

"We have to celebrate!" Layla said, "C'mon! Let's to find Shayna!"

"No! Not yet! Let's have some fun here first. Go see who all's awake in the harem! If you thought I was horny before, the two of us together are going to be rock hard and wet almost constantly!" Liz joked.

Layla laughed and climbed down off the cobra-dragon's belly. As soon as shi was down, Liz turned over and hunched over on hir hands and knees, tail lifted. Shi'd changed hir mind. The long, flexible limb wrapped around the jackal and pressed hir against the hybrid woman's rump, forcing the canine's shaft deep into the quiver folds holding back all the young growing inside.

"Ooh... you weren't kidding!" Layla said, unable to keep from just humping away.

Liz moaned happily and nodded.

"If I can... ooo that's the spot right there... if I can manage it, I'm just going to stay pregnant and keep popping out kids a few at a time! My belly is never going to be empty again!" The sorceress moaned.