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I've found that my life of travels has only dramatically increased since the world has come to know who I am. So many different places sing my praises and ask me to come visit, and many more seem like they want me to come back again and again. This, of course, can become quite tiresome, as I'm just a little kobold who can only move so far on my own. Sometimes, I find myself needing a rest, and even in that rest, there are people who recognize me and seek to bother me.

Sometimes, I just need a vacation, even if it's from my vacation.

One of the stops I like to take is the Dragon's Nest Inn, home of a wonderful and matronly dragon named Marcine. Upon my first visit there, I paid her back by relieving her tired breasts by consuming her milk. It was an entirely wonderful experience, and one that I had written about in a previous journal entry of mine.

However, this time I came to her, I received a much more fantastic story to tell--one that many in the magical community might figure would be something quite impossible, and yet, here I am, recording my findings.

But, let me start from the beginning, and tell this tale from the start so that you, dear reader, might come to know about the wonders of a dragon's womb.

It all began upon my arrival at the Dragon's Nest. I skittered through the doors with my hood over my head, but even so disguised, I heard a rousing cheer from everyone.

"Tik Tik!" shouted the dragon mother from behind the bar. She stepped out from around it, arms open wide, and considerably thinner than the last time I had seen her.

"Marcine!" I squeaked, pulling my hood down, now that my identity was well and truly found out. "Tik Tik happy see you!"

"It's been so long," the dragon mused. "You've grown so much."

"What? Tik Tik still short as ever."

"No, no, I mean you look so much wiser. Please, sit down, have a drink.

Even as I climbed up onto the bar stool, the crowd turned their eyes toward me, as if they were all expecting something. Marcine filled something cold, white, and frothy from the tap and slid it over towards me. "House special," she said, with a wink, and I gulped it down without a second thought.

Immediately, I was hit with the refreshing taste of a mother's milk--something that was quite wonderful, if rare of a treat.

"Ah, still making milk?" I asked.

Marcine chuckled at that. "Oh, yes! I have a hungry mouth to feed of my own, but I certainly am a bit... over-productive. But my baby's with daddy right now while I work."

"Ah, ah, Tik Tik see." I contemplated the flat tummy of the motherly dragon. "Tik Tik thought Marcine like be pregnant. No have new baby yet?"

She shrugged at that. "Eh, I thought I'd take a little break and focus on the child I do have, buuut..." she looked around the tavern and then pressed her hands against the bar, leaning in, whispering to me "I do have something that you might be interested in if you want to follow me back to my room again after I'm done my shift tonight."

I shuddered at that whisper. There's a wonder to it, and the idea of being alone with Marcine again did bring up some forms of delight.

I enjoyed my drink and found myself as much of a quiet spot as I could for the remainder of Marcine's shift, diligently working on chronicling my previous adventure and trying to keep myself from being too distracted by friends and callers in the interim.

When we finally were alone in her chamber, she undid her clothing, shedding the trappings and showing off all of her beauty and scaled glory. She fluttered her eyes over at me, a smirk quirking up from the corner of her mouth. "You won't be needing your cloak or your clothes," she said, a bit of a chuckle in her voice.

I let out a low moan, unable to control myself. I had been so tired, and yet, seeing her like this sparked my imagination and my delight, and soon, I was nude before her. "What can do for you, Mommy Marcine?"

Marcine plopped herself on the bed, spreading her legs wide, giving me a view of her delightful sex and her bountiful breasts, all right there for me to see. "Well, today, we're going to try something a little different, if you're up for it."

I licked over my mouth. "Does Mommy Marcine want something a little more sexy this time? Tik Tik happy to give."

"Hm..., well, you might find something sexy about it, maybe," Marcine replied, "but you look like you can really use a rest, Tik Tik."

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "Yes, yes, Mommy Marcine right. It very tiring and Tik Tik do want rest, but everyone see Tik Tik and everyone want talk or fuck Tik Tik. Tik Tik just want break."

"Well, have I got the offer for you. You ever think about your time back in your eggshell?"

"Tik TIk no remember that far," I replied truthfully. "So much memory, yet nothing back then. Comfy, probably, but wanted to stretch out and see world."

Marcine giggled. "Oh, of course. Well, other creatures don't get to feel what it's like in an egg. For example, my baby had a live birth. Everyone who leaves my womb does."

"Everyone?" That word was curious to me, indeed. "How many babies Mommy Marcine have?"

"Well, not all who leave are formed inside me," she said this, patting her tummy. "Some crawl inside, and they have the most magical of experiences. I'm offering you an experience like that yourself. What do you say?"

What exactly could I say? I had heard tales of dragons who participated in live birth, as Xasandra had offered to various followers, but as a kobold, I had never thought about how that could actually feel. I was hatched, not born. My escape from whatever female lay me was not the beginning of my life, but the next stage of gestation. To me, the idea of popping out fully formed from the womb was an alien concept, let alone being inside someone and to participate in the ritual of prenatal existence with a partner.

"Mommy Marcine," I began, lingering on the idea that those words would soon prove to be more than just a sign of endearment. "Tik Tik no ever try this. Might be scary."

Marcine smiled down at me, and she reached down, patting me on my head and scratching behind my horns. Immediately, I felt the anxiety flow away from me. "Don't worry, baby. This will be just fine, and you'll not have to worry about anything for a good, long while. Just enjoy the fun you'll have and then enjoy the vacation I am going to provide you."

I chirped in response, and stepped forward. She spread her legs apart and lay down on the bed, resting the back of her head upon her palms. "Alright, Tik Tik dear. Whenever you're ready, come on in."

I licked my mouth. How could I go in? Marcine was nowhere near big enough for me to fit inside, was she? Or, did she have such stretchiness that I could not even see before? I stepped forward, and I reached my hand out, sliding fingers over her slit, spreading the lips, and reaching my other hand inside.