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"C'mon Ema!" Mira called as she bounded out of bed, "We gotta hurry if we're gonna make it to the market when they open!"

The slender girl was far too enthused for it being so early in the morning. Her feline ears flicked as she tugged her dress on, adjusting it here and there to make sure everything was positioned just right. A groan came from under the sheets. Her roommate was not exactly thrilled about getting up just as the sun was creeping up over the horizon.

"Mira... it's too early. Can't we just sleep in, just this once? Please?" Ema moaned.

"No, silly! We can't! If we get there late, then all the good stuff is gonna get bought!" Mira cried.

"You never buy anything." Ema replied.

"So!? Doesn't mean I can't go see! Maybe I'll find something I didn't know I wanted!" The neko girl said, bouncing softly on the balls of her feet.

Ema tossed the sheet off herself and slowly sat up. The pale blue and grey dragoness yawned loudly and rubbed her eyes as she tried to present herself properly for conversation. Even if she intended it to be short.

"That's great for you, honey. But I'm just not interested. I want to stay here and sleep. I don't have anything I need to buy and I'm just not in the mood to go bargain hunting. Or... picking the next target." Ema said.

Mira's bounces slowed and her ears drooped.

"Awww, really? There's nothing I can do or say that'll get you out of bed?" The neko asked.

"Nothing comes to mind." Ema replied. Her hair was a mess and she gazed at her roommate through half-lidded eyes.

"Oh alright," Mira relented, "I'll go by myself. It's just so much more fun when you come along. But if you wanna stay here and sleep in, be my guest."

Ema yawned, flashing her teeth briefly before clapping her jaws shut. She flopped back into her pillow and dragged the covers back over herself until nothing could be seen of her save a big, lazy lump in the bed. She didn't even offer a 'have a good time' or 'I'll see you later'. She just flopped back down and hid under the sheets.

Mira huffed a little at her roommate. She spun on a heel and marched out. Ema was being a wet blanket, not wanting to come along. It was pretty early. Maybe she just didn't sleep terribly well in the night. The neko tried not to hold it against the dragon and left the little apartment perched over the stone street below. The market was about to open, and she wanted to get there before all the good stuff disappeared.

The morning was spent wandering the bazaar, examining the wares of the various street vendors. Mira contained her desire to leer and drool over the more rarified artifacts and trinkets. If only she'd had enough money to buy them all. Such was the danger of living in a wizard's town. There was always a treasure trove of goodies to pine for. As it was, she had been practicing restraint in spending. She was getting tired of blowing through all her cash so fast that she had to take a job or two ever week just to have something to spend. Ema was a little tired of the neko blowing through both their shares too.

Buying things was just too much fun. Stealing them was more fun, but that often came with consequences Mira wasn't interested in dealing with except when it had a worthy payday attached. And she never stole from the vendors at the market. That would ruin the goodwill she had with some of them. Not to mention the fact that many of them had taken precautions against thieves like her. Seeing a competitor from a distant land get caught in a web of sticky, foul smelling goo was enough to set her straight. She didn't want to get caught in a booby trap like that just because she got carried away.

Eventually, the sun rose high enough that breakfast was demanded by the cat-girl's empty and angry stomach. That was the sign that it was time to head back home. Mira stopped by one last stall to pick up some fruit, then aimed back for the little apartment she and Ema shared. The dragoness was up by now, surely.

Mira kicked in the door with a knee, since her hands were full. Clearly, she had not managed to restrain herself that much. A loud, clear voice rang out as she stepped in.

"I'm home!!" The lady cried.

No answer came. Mira shuffled in and kicked the door closed behind her with a heel, careful not to slam it too hard. The cloth bags of the morning's haul filled her arms. The neko set them down on a small table and turned her attention to locating her roommate.

"Ema!" Mira shouted, "Ema I'm back! I found some great stuff!"

Again, there was no answer. Mira frowned and trudged her way to the bedroom. There, the lump she'd left behind was still lazing on the bed.

The neko's ears twitched and her hands moved to rest on her hips.

"Really? Still in bed? I brought back breakfast and everything." Mira said.

"I'm not hungry." Ema finally said. She didn't sound tired. She sounded like someone who had been awake for hours.

"Okay, then come have a look at the neat stuff I snagged! Don't worry, I paid for it." Mira said. The cat-girl turned and ran out of the room, returning with the bags of goodies. She dropped them on the mattress and proceeded to dig through them.

Ema didn't seem to notice. She simply lay there, motionless and quiet.

"Look at this!" Mira said excitedly as she pulled a brass and wood trinket out, "It's a compass!"

"What's there to get excited about? It's just a compass." Ema said, still not shifting her gaze from the window across the room from her.

"Oh, it's not just a compass! When you're not using it to find north, you can whisper to it and whatever you asked it to find, it'll point the direction to go to find it!" Mira bounced excitedly.

"Wow, that's really neat." Ema said, entirely lacking in enthusiasm.

Mira frowned, her ears drooping.

"What's the deal? You're always excited to see something new and shiny. You're a dragon! Shinies are your thing!" The neko complained.

"I'm just not feeling it today." Ema said perfunctorily.

"You feeling okay? Sick? Need some soup and a warm bath?" Mira asked. She was always quick with the remedies when it sounded like her friend was under the weather.

"No. I'm not sick. I'm just-" Ema struggled to find the right words, "I'm just lonely, I guess."

"Lonely?" Mira asked in confusion, "But I'm right here! I was with you all night! I wanted you to come with me to the market today!"

"Not that kind of lonely, okay? The other kind. You know the one I mean." Ema said. The tone of her voice suggested that perhaps she wasn't interested in talking much more.

Mira paused for a moment, spooling back through memories in the past of what that could possibly mean. Then she found the reference she was looking for, indexed in an older experience filed away in long term storage.

"Ooooh. Sorry. Is there anything I can do?" The cat-girl asked.

"I just need some alone time. I'll be back to normal soon." Ema said.

Mira nodded, collected her things, then crept out of the bedroom. She swished her fluffy tail to push the door shut and returned to the living room. The couch offered its support as she plopped down into it, trying to figure out what to do. This wasn't the first time Ema had fallen into one of these moods, and the source was a fairly prickly issue. These moods weren't terribly frequent, but they were gradually coming more often than before. Mira was getting worried. And it was a serious enough issue that it threatened to throw her friend into real depression, not just a day or two of sulking.

She had to be able to do something, but she couldn't if Ema wouldn't let her help. To take her mind off of things, the neko began looking through her new purchases, taking a bite out of the piece of fruit she'd already started eating. There were various odds and ends, most of them just silly little fascinations that served only simplistic practical purposes; like a clock that didn't just tell time, but also the weather forecast. And it was always accurate, at least when it was used in or around a wizard town big enough to have weather control enchantments in place.

Mira had bought a mirror that was able to reflect through illusions. If someone was disguised with a spell, their reflection would reveal who they were underneath. It was a good deal less expensive than the glasses that had the same charm built in. There had been a rather interesting book on the various uses of purple starch roots and their value as potion ingredients. She figured that would be amusing to read, considering it was about funny colored potatoes. Still, she couldn't shake the urge to help her roommate. And it clung to her all throughout unpacking her bags. At least, until she retrieved a round glass flask sealed with a cork covered in wax. She examined it carefully and the crimson liquid inside. The wax seal ensured the contents would stay fresh as if time stood still, largely because the seal was a time-lock spell, crafted for that very purpose. No need to refrigerate, just put the cork back and the wax seal resets itself.

When she had originally purchased it, she had read the label as 'Potion of Enhanced Vitality', but now that she had gotten a closer look, she realized she was wrong. Mira read over the label carefully, making sure she wasn't mistaking it this time and had gotten it right the first. The word 'Vitality' was in fact 'Virility'. A slow smile crept across her face. A plan was formulating based on this new information. She knew this potion well, and what kinds of effects it had. She'd used it before. How she had missed it when reading back at the market she didn't know. Had she known what it was, she'd have bought two bottles.

Thankfully, it was potent stuff and an ounce of the stuff was all that was needed. She would need to head back out to the market to get a couple of things. The potion maker was the only shop she needed to visit, and it would be very brief.

Noon passed and Ema emerged just long enough to eat something for lunch, then went right back to the bedroom. Mira expected this and tried to be as accommodating as she could. If the blue dragoness was coming out for food already, then it wouldn't be as long-lasting a mood as most. That was excellent. The neko continued to make certain preparations, wanting everything to be nice and distracting once Ema was in good enough humor to accept it.

The scaled lady's mood improved by the time dusk was just beginning to fall. Ema shuffled out of the bedroom to find Mira sitting at the table, occupied by some sort of trinket that looked more to be a toy for a child than anything serious.

"Hey. Sorry about today. I just... you know how it is." Ema said, embarrassed by her behavior all day.

"Oh yeah, no, it's okay. I kept myself entertained," Mira said, "Now that you're up, are you feeling like maybe doing something?"

The dragoness rubbed the back of her neck as her wings fluttered, then expanded out behind her in a stretching motion.

"I suppose dinner out would be nice." Ema said.

"Good!" Mira said enthusiastically, "Let's get you cleaned up and we'll head out! I know just the place!"

Getting 'cleaned up' was an interesting prospect. The neko almost never let Ema bathe alone. And this was no exception. However, the cat-girl did contain herself a good deal more than usual. Instead of immediately teasing and stroking to try and entice her roommate into sex, she offered only light appreciation of the dragon's features. All of them. Ema didn't really mind that much. Mira had even picked out what they both would wear, and it promised to leave very little to the imagination for both of them. Ordinarily, showing so much skin would draw unwanted attention from unruly, drunken boys. But, with skirts so short, and panties so snug, the impressive bulge they both sported between their thighs tended to ward off the less adventurous. And if it didn't, or it enticed further, then all the more fun for the both of them to enjoy!

Mira tugged Ema along, hand in hand, as they made their way through the town. A different kind of life was waking up as the sun sank out of sight beyond the distant horizon. The street lights were blinking into illumination. Pubs and taverns were growing louder and more crowded as their patrons began to imbibe with gusto. Mira's idea was to go on a 'crawl' as she'd heard it referred to. They would start at one tavern, have a couple of drinks, have a little fun, then move on to the next. The cycle would repeat until they were staggering their way back home.

Their first stop was 'The Squeaky Stair', a relatively small and out of the way little pub whose main entrance was just under a staircase leading to the shops above. Mira and Ema eased their way through the sparse crowd to the bar. A couple of pints were pushed into their hands, and both girls began to drink. Mira of course was more boisterous than her companion. She joined in with the crowd's song, lifting her mug into the air, and carousing with the best of them. She wrapped an arm around Ema and swayed in time with the song, trying to entice her to join in. The dragoness was more reserved than usual. She was in a good enough mood to go out, but she was still locked up in her shell to a certain extent.

The second tavern, 'The Whining Donkey', was much bigger, much more crowded, and in a much more prominent part of town. That meant it was more expensive. After having three good pints at their first stop, Ema and Mira opted for just one here. The ale was rather good, worth the money, but it made no sense to spend everything in one place. By this point, Ema was feeling a bit looser. The evening air outside was cooling down pleasantly, but inside the pubs, it was rather warm. All the bodies and candlelight made sure that it would stay a little on the stuffy side. As a result, both girls opted to slip off the light coats they both wore, exposing their arms and much of their shoulders. Mira had opted to wear a top that had a very low cut back, giving the crowd a lovely view from behind. Ema's top was similarly open, but her wings blocked people from seeing the scales running along her spine.

At least she was beginning to join in with the singing and hip-bumping with Mira.

The third tavern was the most lively. 'The Drunken Skunk' was aptly named, populated with those who wished to look as tipsy as the illustration on the sign. This was Mira and Ema's favorite watering hole, so it only seemed fitting that it close out their night. Three pubs was enough to ease Ema back into a more normal mood. The bartender recognized the girls the instant they walked in and poured them both extra large steins. With the bar full, the two ladies found a table to occupy as their drinks were brought over by a lovely barmaid by the name of Gretchen. She was as provocatively dressed as always. Her bosom heaved and wobbled as she navigated the hordes of drunken patrons. Her dirndl was poofed up under the skirt by the fluffy, lacy material underneath. And her shoes were thick and heavy to step on the toes of those who got a little too fresh with her. A stumpy little tail stuck out of the back of her dress, twitching softly as the lynx made her way to Ema and Mira's table.

"Hello ladies. How are we tonight?" Gretchen asked.

"Pretty good!" Mira shouted over the crowd, "How 'bout yourself?"

"Not bad, waiting for Sarah to get here so I can finally call it a night. At least the tips are good. Can I get you two anything to eat?" The seductive looking lynx asked.

"Whatever's hot and ready." Ema said.

"Oh, sorry. I'm almost off duty. Maybe another time?" Gretchen winked as she teased.

Ema blushed and rolled her eyes. Mira on the other hand just leaned into the flirting.

"No one said you had to be on shift to have some fun! Why don't you hang out with us when Sarah finally gets in?" The neko asked.

"Tempting. The special tonight is the roast. I'll get you both a plate. And just give a wave when you need refills. Herbert says your drinks are on the house tonight." Gretchen said.

"That's awfully nice of him! Tell him thanks for us!" Mira said.

Gretchen laughed.

"Nice nothing. He's hoping you're just drunk enough that you'll flash him because of it." The lynx cackled as she turned to walk away.

The two girls shared a good laugh, and began drinking. Two plates of savory smelling food were delivered fairly quickly and devoured shortly after. Mira and Ema both never saw the bottoms of their mugs, thanks to Gretchen. Eventually, Sarah arrived and took over for the lynx. The barmaid took Mira and Ema up on their offer to spend the evening with them. They all drank and ate and sang with the crowd, getting rowdier and rowdier as time went on. Mira leaned against the blue dragon she was working so hard to help feel better, drunkenly slurring at her.

"Hey! You wanna 'thank' Herbert for the drinks?" The neko said, sounding like she'd had just one too many.

Ema laughed, leaning back against her companion.

"Why should we? I say we leave him wondering! Maybe he'll give us free drinks every time we come in just hoping we'll flash him!" The dragoness said, sounding equally tipsy.

"Naaah, I bet you're just scared!" Mira said.

"Scared!? I'm not scared! You're scared! You'd have done it by now, you're so drunk!" Ema cackled.

"Zat so? Alright! Fine!" Mira shouted with a grin. The cat-girl bolted up out of her seat and climbed up on the table.

Ema blinked as she watched her roommate.

"What are you doing!? You're gonna fall!" The dragon lady cried out.

"Hey Herbert!" Mira screamed at the top of her lungs, making sure she was heard over the din of the tavern. Everything stopped and all eyes turned on the neko as she grinned over at the bartender. She smirked, "Thanks for the free drinks!"

A pair of hands gripped at the seam running down the center front of her top. With a firm yank, the buttons came undone, a couple of them snapping off as they were sent flying. The girl's chest was suddenly exposed for all to see. Her lovely, supple breasts freed in the warm, humid air of the bar. A mighty cheer ripped through the tavern as everyone got to see the show. Mira stood there on the table, pushing her knees together and leaning forward. A wobble of her shoulders gave her chest movement that tended to drive most who appreciated such a sight absolutely wild.

"Mira! Get down!" Ema shouted, genuinely concerned that her friend was going to fall over and hurt herself.

"Nah! I like it up here! Why don't you come up and join me!?" Mira shouted back, then turned to the crowd, "How 'bout it folks!? You wanna see some lovely dragon jugs too!?"

A new roar of approval filled the hall. Clearly one bare-chested lady wasn't enough to sate them. Ema just rolled her eyes and stood up. She wasn't to be outdone. More steadily than Mira appeared to be, the dragoness climbed onto the table with her roommate and took up a stance next to her. Eme began unbuttoning her top, taking her time rather than simply ripping it open like Mira had. She'd likely have to sew those buttons back on for her later. The dragoness made the act a seductive one, tugging the fabric apart as each button was undone. All the crowd got to see was the bare scale between the two mounds hiding underneath. At least, until she reached the bottom and yanked the garment open. The dragoness pushed her chest forward and pushed on the back of her hips with her hands.

A new cheer filled the room as ale was spilled, applause following the hoots and hollers. The two girls looked over at the bartender, who was staring at them in astonishment, frozen and clearly just about to fall over. Both Ema and Mira looked at one another, knowing just what to do. They turned to face one another and leaned in as if to kiss, mashing their chests together. Their lips brushed against one another before they turned their heads to look at Herbert. Ema and Mira each blew him a seductive kiss, and that was it. The bartender fell backwards, his eyes rolling back in his head. A crash and a thud sounded as he hit the floor. The crowd roared with laughter as the two girls climbed down off the table.

Gretchen leaned back in her chair, clapping her hands as she laughed.

"You two are absolutely terrible!" The lynx cackled.

"We try our best!" Mira said. She paused before looking just past the barmaid, spotting someone familiar, "Oh, honey, I think your boyfriend's come looking for you. He musta gotten worried when you didn't come home."

Gretchen's eyebrows rose before she turned about. Through the crowd, she spotted a lithe elf boy. He looked nervous and unsure of himself as he tried to keep from bumping into anyone. His gaze kept returning to the three girls at the table, clearly affected by something. The lynx sighed and stood up.

"Hang on ladies. I'll go give him a kiss and send him on home. Back in a bit." Gretchen said.

"Nah! He should join us!" Mira said.

"It's not quite his scene," Gretchen said, "But I'll ask if he's interested."

With that, the barmaid turned and began navigating the crowd. It didn't take her long to reach the elf, his youth concealing his true age. Though he certainly did play the part well enough. He wrapped his arms around the feline, his head coming up to just under Gretchen's chin. It was an adorable sight. They made such a cute couple. Once they released, the feline gave him a tender little kiss on the lips, which seemed to shake him out of his stupor, at least a little. They started talking, going back and forth for a short while before Gretchen simply shrugged and started back over to the table, alone.

When she got there, she had some interesting news.

"Well, like I said, he's not really in his comfort zone here. But, he said he'd come over and join us if it's okay with you two. And he won't take my word for it. One of you has to go over and convince him. He's a stubborn little prude, but I love him." Gretchen said as she sat back down.

"One of us has to convince him? How exactly?" Mira asked.

"I dunno. I say just walk over there and shove his face in your tits. Can't really say you're not okay with him joining if you're doing that to him." The barmaid said.

Mira's lips pulled into a broad grin. She turned to look over at the blue dragoness as she slipped a hand inside the open shirt to caress along the lady's back.

"I say you should go do it. He's been staring at you since you popped your top." The neko said.

"What, are you scared again?" Ema smirked, leaning into the strokes as they reached the base of one of her wings.

"Oh no, I'm not scared. I'll get up and do it right now. I'll do it before you! I'll make sure he doesn't wanna pull his face outta my chest all night!" Mira goaded. Then she made a motion as if to get up.

It had the desired effect. Ema jerked up to her feet, then realized she was being played. She wagged a finger at Mira and laughed, then turned around to walk over to the elf.

Mira watched carefully for a moment, making sure Ema wasn't looking, then reached into her pocket and pulled out two thin vials. One contained a blue potion, the other contained the crimson one from before. She unstopped them both and poured a little splash of each into the dragon's mug of ale.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Gretchen said with a frown. She didn't like the idea of someone being drugged in her tavern, even if she wasn't the owner.

Mira grinned and leaned over to speak in a lower voice to the lynx.

"I'm trying to fix a little problem Ema's been having. Don't worry, the plan is to spike my drink too so we both get hit at about the same time." The neko said as she began adding a bit of the potion to her own mug.

"And just what sort of problem are you trying to fix? And why are you doing it behind her back?" Gretchen asked, feeling a little more at ease, but still a little dubious on the point.

"Okay look," Mira said, "Every few months or so, Ema goes into one of her moods. Sometimes it lasts a few days, sometimes it's just for a single day. It's been happening more and more frequently lately. It's because she's the last of her clan. No more family line. It's getting to the point where it's really bothering her. So, I thought I'd help her out with that."

Gretchen looked to the two vials, then back at Mira.

"And how do you plan on doing that? Those don't bring her family back to life, I'm guessing." The lynx said.

"Nope!" Mira said brightly. She paused as she looked over the lynx as a modification to her plan formed in her mind, "You and your boyfriend want in?" She asked as she waved the vials in front of her.

Gretchen narrowed her eyes, slowly coming to realize what was involved. A smile spread across her lips and she leaned forward.

"Tell me more." The barmaid said.

Ema and the elf eventually made their way back over to the table. The youthful fellow's cheeks were a deep crimson. Apparently, the dragoness had taken Gretchen's advice and just shoved his face into her chest, which was still exposed, as was Mira's. They both sat down at the table, Ema leaning on Mira and the elf nestled in against the lynx.

"Glad you could join us!" Mira said brightly at the elf.

"Th-thank you." He said, still a little bashful.

Gretchen grinned and wrapped an arm around him, giving him a firm squeeze.

"Well? Don't just sit there, introduce yourself!" The barmaid said.

"Oh, right. Hello, my name is Lance." The elf said, trying to control his stutter.

"Nice to meet you, Lance," Ema said, "The 'girls' are happy to meet you too." She said with a chuckle, shaking her shoulders to make her exposed breasts dance again.

Lance immediately turned to bury his face in Gretchen's side, overcome with embarrassment.

"Easy now. He's sensitive," The lynx said, "But by all means, feel free to keep doing that for me. I like a good show."

Ema laughed and leaned back in her seat a bit. Mira leaned in and gave the dragoness a kiss on the cheek, taking her by surprise a little.

"What was that for?" Ema asked.

Mira shrugged, "Just felt like it."

Gretchen chuckled and reached out to collect her mug.

"A toast!" The feline said.

"A toast to what?" Ema asked.

"A toast to getting Lance here to sit down at a table with two very beautiful ladies who just happen to have no shame." Gretchen said. She hoisted her mug up, waiting for the others to join in.

Ema and Mira both shrugged and lifted theirs to join. The lynx gave Lance a little shake to coax him out of his shell. A mug had been brought over just for him while he and Ema were 'getting acquainted'. He took his in hand and bumped it gently against the others. From there, all four drank. Mira not stopping at a simple sip. Ema, not interested in being left behind, continued to chug hers as well. Gretchen just laughed and continued on with hers, encouraging Lance to do the same. Soon, all four mugs were empty and the group slapped them all onto the table top.

"Tonight is a good night!" Mira shouted.

"Yeah it is!" Ema replied. She turned and looked into the neko's eyes with a smile, "Thanks for dragging me out tonight. I needed it."

"What are friends for?" Mira asked, grinning broadly. She could already feel the effects of the potion on her starting to kick in. She could only assume they were starting in on Ema as well.

The dragoness continued to stare for a moment before leaning in to plant a kiss on Mira. It wasn't a little kiss either. It was a powerful, slow, passionate kiss that would have taken the neko by surprise if she wasn't already braced for it. Their arms wrapped around each other in a tight embrace as a bubbling lust welled up in both of them. And then the dragoness shivered and leaned back. She suddenly felt warm, or at least warmer than a few moments ago. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was driving her to slip out of her top completely. Mira followed suit and leaned in against the dragoness to rub along her side in a very feline fashion.

"I don't know what it is, but I'm feeling kind of antsy." Ema said.

"Hey, I'm a pretty good kisser," Mira joked as she slipped a hand into the dragon's lap, fondling the bulge between her thighs, "And judging from this, I'd say you liked it as much as I did."

Ema gasped softly and moaned. The touch was electric. She needed more. Without really realizing what she was doing, the dragoness began to grind in against her roommate's palm.

"Maybe we should call it a night, head back home. I could use a distraction that should probably be enjoyed in private." Ema said.

Mira nodded with a broad grin.

"Sounds like fun to me! You two wanna come with?" The cat-girl turned, looking at Gretchen and Lance.

Lance's cheeks turned bright red and his eyes widened. Gretchen meanwhile just gave him a squeeze, trying to keep from rubbing her thighs together.

"Sounds like fun to me, too! Lead the way!" The barmaid said.

The party all climbed to their feet. Neither Ema nor Mira bothered to close their tops back up. In fact, Mira went a step further and tugged her skirt off, exposing the rather revealing thong below. A generously sized lump filled out the front just like the one she'd groped at on Ema earlier. The dragoness, feeling like she was being upstaged a little, dragged her own bottom off and let it dangle in hand towards the ground as she walked. Neither cared that they were in their panties in public, and neither cared that most of the room was staring at them again as they left. Gretchen and Lance opted to keep their clothes on, though.

The walk back home was a noisy one. All three ladies were giggling like fiends. Lance was loosening up, but he was still pretty bashful. The group made their way into the apartment and closed the door behind them. Almost immediately, both Ema and Mira threw themselves at one another, practically tearing their clothes off, what little remained, as they stumbled towards the bedroom. Gretchen started pulling Lance's off as well, and he didn't fight. Though he was a little curious as to why they were doing this here and not in their own home. She just whispered sweet nothings in his ears and he melted in her arms. The lynx slipped out of her dress after Lance was nude, and she picked him up in her arms. The walk into the bedroom was short, and what they walked in on was quite the sight.

Mira lay on her stomach with her rump pushed into the air. Ema was behind her, thrusting with great zeal. A grand, sleek shaft connected the two, belonging to the dragoness as she pounded away. She huffed and panted, gripping her roommate's hips as she pumped.

"You're... tighter... than usual!" Ema said breathlessly.

"Mmm... I think you're just bigger than usual." Mira replied as she was jostled about. Her own throbbing member twitched away in the air under her, drooling freely.

Lance tried to avert his gaze, but Gretchen tugged him to sit in her lap. Her hands moved to his groin, massaging his length tenderly and slowly. She kept whispering in his ear, relaying to him what Mira had explained at the table earlier that night. His cheeks turned a deep crimson and he shuddered at the idea suggested. She asked if he was interested in participating and after a moment, he offered a little nod. Gretchen grinned and gave the elf a squeeze, pressing her nose into his deep russet hair. Oh this was going to be so much fun.

Ema continued to rut, huffing and growling with a lust she'd not felt in a very long time. Mira just lay on the bed, a dreamy look on her face as she tried to push back against her lover. It wasn't out of the ordinary for the two of them to do this, but this was different. This was rough and hard. And it was keeping Mira right on the verge of climax. She mewled happily and raked her fingers across the sheets, lost deep in the passion of the moment. Her plan was paying off in spades. Suddenly, the tight sensation Ema had described grew more pronounced. The dragoness shuddered, but didn't stop. Mira yowled happily as she felt the dragon flesh shoved inside her stretch her further, expanding to fill the neko's crevice even more than it had. Mira shoved a hand quickly to her own crotch, gripping at the rod waggling in the open air. It jumped and jerked, suddenly gaining mass as well. The two orbs dangling down against it swelled in time, pushing back against the two blue spheres that slapped against them each time Ema slammed home.

Both girls were seeing a noticeable shift. They both continued to expand until Mira's stomach bulged softly with the presence of a rather monstrous rod. Her own had dangled down lower and lower until it touched the bed, and her thighs were forced to spread a bit to keep from putting uncomfortable pressure on her now tightly swollen sac. Ema grit her teeth as she bucked hard, astounded by this change, but not entirely understanding what had happened. She simply ground away, losing her composure little by little like rock being eroded by water. And then, she threw her head back and roared. A mighty gush flooded the neko's belly as Ema came, and came hard. She didn't even know she had so much to give. Mira's stomach began to distend and she was left needing to scream, but her voice would not obey. Her mouth hung open as she was jostled and filled. Ema would not stop. She could not stop. Her hips rolled on, dumping a small sea of seed into her roommate. Soon, the neko's belly sagged so low it began to spread out across the bed and lift her up. Once she had gotten that far, the dragoness' efforts slowed and gradually stopped.

It had been a rather intense moment for both of them, and over all too quickly.

Ema slowly withdrew from the cat-girl and dropped onto her rump. The heavy swell of her length and sac surprised her as it flopped onto the mattress between her spread thighs. She gawked at the monster, reaching as far as her knees, were she to stand, and as big around as the base of her forearm.

"What the hell caused this!?" The dragoness managed to get out.

It was then she noticed that Mira was similarly endowed. But the neko hadn't managed to hit her peak. Or at least one half of her hadn't. Mira rolled onto her side and curled up around her belly happily, hugging and massaging the gravid, sloshing dome. Her fascination with the tummy didn't last very long. Soon, she was sitting up, then moving off the bed to tug the two spectators over.

"Now don't go wasting it all on me, honey. I think you should give our guests some attention." The cat-girl said.

Gretchen and Lance found their way atop the mattress as Ema watched. She couldn't help herself. The minute she noticed them, her length stiffened back up once more. She wanted to go again, to fill someone, to bloat their stomachs just as she had Mira's. That naughty neko had done something to her, she just knew it. Of course, she didn't have much time to ponder the matter. Gretchen didn't waste any time. She leaned in and kissed the dragoness, not pulling away until she was sure Ema was fired up. Before the lynx could even think about changing postures, Ema had grabbed her, and practically thrown her on her back. In a flash, the dragoness was on top of the feline and a loud moan came from Gretchen. Ema had gotten right to it, cramming the newly enlarged monster deep into the feline's womanly embrace. The two wrapped around one another and began pumping ferociously.

Mira meanwhile sat on the edge of the bed with Lance, keeping him pressed against her side. With a little coaxing, she'd gotten him to begin rubbing her unearthly warm stomach, and even offer her aching length a few strokes from time to time. She'd no intention of letting herself enjoy going all the way with it just yet. But she was going to stay nice and stiff. As the two watched the lynx and dragon, the elf slowly lowered his head to rest against Mira's chest and nestle there. He was a sweet little thing.

Ema was lost in a haze, a fever of lust and desire to breed. She growled as she bucked into the barmaid under her. Gretchen was no stranger to the rougher stuff. While it wasn't quite her preferred style, Ema was making a pretty strong case for it. There was no way she'd be able to get Lance to rattle her so hard. She'd just have to come back and get the beastly drake to properly rut her again sometime. She mewled and moaned, running a hand over the same lump in her belly that Mira had enjoyed, though only briefly. She knew that swell would be getting much bigger in a moment. The idea of it sent a shiver racing up her spine and she clenched hard around the grand invader.

Perhaps it was because Ema was already so eager. Perhaps it was because of the added size and how tightly it forced anything it was inside to grip. Perhaps the dragoness was just out of practice. Whatever the reason, it didn't take her long to finish a second time. What was more impressive was that in so short a time, Ema had managed to replenish her supply so easily drained by the neko only moments earlier. She could feel a tenseness in her sac, as if it were uncomfortably full. She needed to unload, and Gretchen was all too convenient. The blue-scaled lady arched her back, tossed her head up, and roared again. A blast that threatened to push the lynx off her rod pulsed through the flesh below. Heat filled the feline's belly as the bulge grew. Ema was unleashing only her second batch of the night, and this was the second swollen tummy she was making. She'd become unbelievably productive. And she wasn't about to complain about it.

Mira gasped softly and shuddered, trying to hold off her own release. Lance was doing a little too good of a job and she moved his hands from her groin to her stomach and chest. Just watching her roommate do to the ravishing barmaid what she had done to her was quite the enticing sight. She moved in close, tugging Lance along with her, pushing the elf in to offer his girlfriend's belly the same attention he'd been giving the neko's.

Ema slowly withdrew, out of breath and beginning to need a rest. Her arms, legs, back, and even her lungs all burned for her to take a break. Mira tugged the tiring dragoness into her arms and kissed her tenderly and slowly. The cat-girl guided the blue lady's palms to fondle over the still heavy belly she'd provided the neko with.

"You're not done yet. Trust me. We're just gettin' started. Take a minute before we move on." Mira whispered huskily.

Ema shook her head, still trying to catch her breath.

"I... I can't. I need more. I need to do that more." The dragoness said, the need in her voice was quite strong.

"Oh you'll get more. You can count on that. After all, there's still one person in this room you've not put it in yet." Mira smirked, her eyes darting over to the elf's shapely rump, then back at the dragoness.

Ema turned to gaze at Lance, specifically the curve of his backside as he hunched over Gretchen's yielding stomach. He was fascinated with her belly, unable to pull away from it. That was just fine for the dragoness. She inched her way over to him on her knees until she bumped up against him from behind. The elf stiffened as soon as he felt the warmth of the dragon's shaft press against his bottom and back. Slowly, Lance turned his head to look back over his shoulder. Ema leaned in and wrapped her arms around his chest from behind, making sure to slip under his own arms so he wouldn't feel trapped.

"I need to be inside you too." Ema moaned.

Gretchen turned Lance's head so that he faced her again and leaned up to give him a firm kiss. It distracted him long enough so that Ema could do the deed. This time though, she didn't have the energy to drive in full-bore. A steady push eased her grand spire in between his cheeks. The elf wriggled and cried out, not having taken anything so large before, though it wasn't his first time in general. The lynx had seen to that. The same lump the two bloated ladies had enjoyed formed in his abdomen as the dragoness occupied his rectum. Lance didn't fight or struggle. He trembled as he was overwhelmed by the experience, but he stayed with it, even pushing down onto the thing. That made Ema smile.

The dragoness offered her latest lover a tender kiss on the cheek as she squeezed his chest in her arms. Then came the steady humping. It was slower and less forceful than with the other two. It was more a gentle rolling wave than a pounding sledgehammer. And thank goodness it was. Lance would likely not have survived that kind of force on the first go around. His own noises of passion filled the room. While it was clear he hadn't experienced a stretching like this before, it was equally clear that he was likely developing into what Mira had heard someone describe as a 'size queen'. Gretchen had picked him for a reason, after all. In public, he was very timid and shy. But behind closed doors, his less prudish side bubbled to the surface. And now Ema could see it for herself.

The dragoness moaned and pumped, ignoring the burning in her legs. She had found another hole to fill and she needed to use it. Never before had she been taken by so powerful a burst of lust. And when she was forced to answer honestly, she admitted to herself that she was enjoying it. Thankfully, the dragoness had worn herself out to the point where she couldn't abuse the poor elf too badly. To his credit, his tried his absolute best to hold out as long as he could, to make for a good bottom. He clenched and rolled his hips back against the dragon impaling him. He could feel the stretch of his stomach mash against the bloated belly of the lynx under him. How he had managed to end up attached to someone as open as Gretchen mystified him usually.

There he lay on top of the feline's sloshing stomach, his own steadily bulging outward with every inward stroke. Climax would come soon for him. He tried his best to stave it off but there was little he could do, trapped between the belly of his girlfriend and the legendary rod of the dragoness who'd seen fit to shove his face into her cleavage. He was starting to wonder if perhaps the lynx had dragged him into some sort of four-way relationship. He'd agreed to this part, but he didn't know if it came with strings attached. Quietly, he hoped it would.

Ema meanwhile was basking in the relief of setting a slower, softer pace. Her thighs and abdomen thanked her for taking it easy this time. But she still felt like she needed more. She wriggled her hips back and forth as she pumped into the elf in her arms, thrumming in his ear. He was quite the satisfying little toy, but still not enough. And then Mira pressed in behind her. The neko's belly made it a little awkward, but she made due. The cat-girl began to roll her hips, grinding her own length, similarly swollen to the dragon's, against Ema's backside. That was it. That was what the blue lady was missing. She moaned and leaned forward more, offering her partner access.

Mira wasted no time. She'd been waiting patiently to get her turn, and she was finally getting it. The neko pressed her own rod into her roommate's quivering folds and sighed happily. It was as if the dragon's passage was hungry for it and swallowed the huge thing up without any real difficulty. Now it was Ema's turn to savor being stretched and to feel her belly distend. The lump in her tummy pressed against Lance's back, making him shudder anew. He could feel it when Mira pulled back, and when she sank back in. It was a distinctive sensation, the grinding of another's length along his spine, though muted by the flesh separating them.

The two ladies continued to grind away, taking as slow a time as they felt they needed. Mira only pushed forward when it felt like Ema was pulling away from her to sink into Lance. And Ema pushed back against the neko each time she pulled back from the elf. Gretchen meanwhile kept her boyfriend nice and pinned against her stomach, offering the other two girls something to keep him anchored to. Lance's groan filled the room as his own rod pulsed and twitched, demanding it be provided some semblance of release. He didn't need to wait long. His form was suddenly claimed by a powerful spasm, many muscles tensing up, especially those wrapped around the dragon's member inside him.

Ema felt that clench and shivered, hastening her thrusts as she felt another orgasm finally strike, this time both sides attacking from different directions. She began to unleash herself inside the elf as her petals quivered and squeezed. Mira felt her scaled lover taken by climax as well, and added a little more force, trying to meet with the other two as they crossed the finish line. The neko let out a soft moan as her first climax since becoming 'inexplicably enhanced' washed over her. The same buckets-full torrent she'd been flooded with began to seep into the dragon's womb. It was a slower process, but just as potent and plentiful none the less.

The dragoness felt herself being pushed off the elf's back as her belly began to swell. And then both she and Lance were hoisted up as his tummy grew along with hers. The two steadily bloated out until Mira had to lean far back, then lay on her back completely. Ema sat straddling her hips, still impaled on the neko's rod. The dragoness was forced to lean back against the warm stomach that gave without difficulty as Lance's middle forced him up off of Gretchen. It was an interesting sight to behold. It took several more minutes in this awkward posture until both dragon and elf were swollen as much as the lynx and neko. When all felt as though it had settled, Ema somehow managed to slip herself out of Lance's rump and off of Mira's rod. The dragoness and elf both slipped over to lay on their sides, both panting for breath.

Mira chuckled and crawled up behind the blue drake, nibbling on her neck tenderly.

"I'd say that's a good start, wouldn't you?" The neko asked.

"A good start!? To what!?" Ema exclaimed tiredly.

"Our night of fun, among other things. Ready for round two? I sure am!" Mira said.

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The next morning saw the four lovers all huddled together in bed, bellies swollen and groaning, arms and legs entangled, and yet somehow they were all comfortable. It took them all some time to rouse, especially given Ema's and Mira's hangovers. They'd drunk the most of the small group. Eventually, they all cleaned themselves up and began the search for something to eat. It struck Ema as odd that Gretchen and Lance chose not to go home but for a short while to gather a few things, clothes mostly, then return to the small apartment the dragon and neko shared. She didn't seem to think it was worth dwelling on as she quickly turned her attention to other matters.

A few days like this passed, all four of them sleeping together after wearing one another out with their nightly passions. Mira and Ema noticed their 'capacity' had died down a fair bit, but the mass they had gained was slower to fade. Neither had a complaint for that. The dragoness did however notice that it was becoming harder to fit into any top she had. Mira didn't say anything on the point for herself, but it was clear that shirts that once fit her perfectly were now looking rather snug across her chest. And even though all four had been given plenty of time, none of them saw their bellies shrink all that much.

Eventually, it got to be too much for Ema to ignore.

"I think we should see a healer." The dragoness said.

"Why?" Mira asked.

"Look at us! We've been like this for days! I think something happened that night. I don't know how or why or what did it exactly, but I think someone spiked our drinks." Ema said.

Mira simply grinned and pulled the dragoness into a firm hug, kissing the blue lady. When she finally let them part, she lifted a hand, showing that she had cast a quick spell, and a very specific one.

"I was hoping to let this all run a bit longer, wait for you to really feel the results, but you got too antsy." The neko said.

Ema gazed at the energy flowing around her roommate's hand, recognizing what it was after a moment, then understanding what it meant. Her eyes widened as she looked down at her stomach. Her hands quickly began exploring the dome. That sneaky cat-girl had used a pregnancy detection spell on her, and it had come back positive!

"You... you did this!! You planned this all out!! Didn't you!?" Ema shouted.

Mira cackled and leaned back in for another kiss, which the dragoness permitted.

"I got you so good! You didn't know what was going on at all! I spiked our drinks with virility and fertility potions! We're both pregnant!" The neko said gleefully.

Ema's legs gave out and she slowly eased down into a chair, which groaned and creaked under the weight of a rather heavily laden woman expecting what had to be a litter of eight, possibly more.

"And... Gretchen... and Lance?" The dragoness asked.

"We're right there with you." The barmaid said, wearing her usual outfit, though altered to accommodate the swell of her tummy. She'd opted to let it stick out, exposed and uncovered. That way perhaps patrons might rub the belly for luck.

Lance blushed quite strongly as he cradled his own tummy in his hands and lap.

"Y-yes... even me." The elf said, smiling bashfully. He was clearly enjoying his new condition, largely because he and Gretchen were both able to fawn over each other's motherly swells. He'd not expected this sort of result when he and the lynx made their relationship official. And he was happily surprised.

"We're all..." Ema stammered.

"Pregnant! All four of us! And you're the father!" Mira shouted, throwing her hands into the air, "Well, as far as Gretchen, Lance and I go, you are. Your batch... that's all me!"

Ema was trembling at this point, the deeper revelation slowly beginning to dawn on her.

"You did this... because..." She couldn't finish the sentence.

"Because you were so depressed. I didn't want you to be upset anymore. So, surprise! You're not the last of your clan anymore! And congratulations! You're the matriarch! The big momma! The queen and her three brood mother subordinates!" Mira giggled, largely because she called the cute little pregnant elf boy a 'brood mother'. Lance blushed again, silently enjoying the title.

"You did this... so that I could keep my clan going. You wanted to have a family with me." Ema finally managed to say.

"That's right! I wanted it to be a surprise. What do you think? Do you like it?" Mira asked as her enthusiasm began to die down, now a little worried that perhaps she'd gone too far.

The only response she got was the dragoness suddenly throwing herself at the neko, arms wrapped around the cat-girl, lips pressed to lips. She was clearly too happy for words. So happy that the only thing she could think to do to say thank you was to start stripping Mira's clothes off of her. In a flash, the two girls were naked and lost in the throes of lovemaking. This time it was less about breeding and more about the actual making of love. Gretchen and Lance slipped off to the bedroom to let the two girls have their moment. They'd get their turn with the dragoness whose whelps they were carrying soon enough.