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The afternoon sun gleamed through the open window of Master Torash's observatory, glinting off the silver of the tea service Jessie had carried out from the kitchen. She carefully laid out the cups and saucers, the teapot and the sugar bowl, and neatly arranged bite-sized sandwiches on the gleaming platter in the center of the table. Once finished, she stood to the side of the ornate room and rang a bell.

"Master Torash, Princess Amber! Afternoon tea is ready!"

Master Torash, the Royal Alchemist, and Princess Amber, heir of the Kobold Kingdom, entered the room already deep in conversation. Neither paid Jessie much mind as sat down on either side of the table. It took all that Jessie had in her not to scowl at the Princess, especially when Her Highness gave the purple dragoness a polite smile and nod. That bitch had everyone else fooled, even her master Torash, but not her. No, she knew exactly what a vile woman Princess Amber really was.

Of course, this was all ridiculous. Some part of Jessie even knew it. Princess Amber had been nothing but polite to her face, sometimes even genuinely warm and interested in her life. When she came over she demanded little, always gave her a smile, and treated her as an equal. The dragoness reasoned that it was an act put on only to impress Torash - and who wouldn't want to impress him - but for all the digging and prying into her life Jessie did, she couldn't find someone willing to say even a single bad word about the princess. Despite that, Jessie refused to accept that Amber could be anything but a cold, manipulative bitch.

If anyone asked her why she hated Amber being around so much, Jessie might say that she occupies too much of Torash's time, taking it all away from her lessons - and on the surface, that was true. Whenever Amber came to visit, Torah spent all his time with her, and that meant there was no time to tutor Jessie in alchemy. She'd always end up doing chores, off on errands to find ingredients, or even left to her own devices.

Truth be told, however, Torash almost never found time to teach the young dragoness anyways. Royal duties ate up most of the workaholic dragon's time, and during his rare spare moment, he wasn't pressed to teach Jessie anything about alchemy anyways. His charge barely knew the basics of the craft, and this was a fact that didn't bother him. No, the true reason for her wanting the handsome dragon alone was a little more... primal.

"Jessie!" Torash said with a sharp tone. "Girl, are you even listening?"

Jessie jumped a bit as her master tore her back to reality. She realized that she'd been staring at the older dragon's sculpted chest for the last five minutes with barely a thought in her mind... and with a blush, realized her slit leaked with arousal. Hopefully, neither of them could smell it.

"Yes, Master Torash?"

Torash shook his head and hid a grin. "Doing alchemical formulas in your head, I hope? You can do that later - for now, focus on the present." The red dragon gestured towards the empty cups on the table, and Jessie sprung into action..

His heavy stare, half amused and half annoyed, weighed on Jessie's shoulders as she approached the table and carefully poured Amber's tea into her cup. Torash had to be getting impatient with her habit of spacing out, especially with such an important guest around. The princess, however, seemed completely unbothered by the apprentice's misstep. The scent of peach tea filled the air and covered whatever arousal either of her superiors might have smelled.

"Thank you, Jessie." The kobold princess gave the dragoness a warm smile. She looked almost impossibly delicate in her pale pink dress, as if even lifting the cup might break her. "It looks wonderful. You really do know just how long to steep the tea. I'll have to ask you to teach my servants back home!"

Jessie returned the princess' kind words with a smile she hoped looked genuine, and turned towards Torash. Rather than tea, she poured him coffee from the pot kept warm by the sun on the windowsill. The bitter scent cut through the peach in the air before mixing with it, giving the entire room a deliciously exotic atmosphere.

Torash looked down at his cup and let it settle before giving it the smallest sip. After a moment, he looked up and gave Jessie a nod. "Good enough. You may go. I think the kitchen needs cleaning, so why don't you see to it?"

"Yes Master!" Amber's warm and genuine compliment did nothing for her, but Torash's barest approval sent shivers down her spine. And why wouldn't it? Master Torash, aside from being the most talented alchemist in the kingdom, was just so perfect! Handsome, intelligent, gorgeous, strong, beautiful... What else could she want?

With a deep bow for Torash, and a more shallow one for Amber, Jessie made her way towards the kitchen. As she walked through the long, winding hallways, the problem of Torash, Amber and her education weighed heavy on her. At this point, she had two options - she could either wait for Torash to find the time to actually teach her alchemy (which seemed unlikely with Amber around), or try to figure it out on her own. Torash always said it was dangerous to try to learn without his guidance, but if she were ever going to prove her worth to him, she'd have to do it.

It couldn't be that hard, could it?

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That night, Jessie snuck out of her room in the castle and made her way to Torash's study. Chances were he would be asleep by now, and she would only have to steal a couple books from his shelf. It was easy enough, right? In and out, nothing complex.

That was what she told herself, at least. The slight tremor in her hands betrayed her nerves as they grew with each step she took towards Torash's study. If she were found out, she would be punished. She might even be kicked out of her apprenticeship entirely! Her dreams of alchemy and Torash's affection would die... but if she did nothing, it seemed they were doomed to die anyway. At least this way she had a chance.

She found the door half-open. This was good - Torash kept the place tightly locked when he was inside, but often forgot to latch it when he left. He didn't care, because he trusted everyone in the castle, including her, to stay out. Her heart tightened a bit at the thought, but she ignored it as she focused on the task at hand.

Alright, door open, good. No scent, also good. Alchemy often left behind a noxious odor. But the orange flicker of a dying fire gave her pause. Torash always put out his fire after he was done for the night... still, two out of three wasn't a bad ratio for good signs.

She crept up to the door and pushed gently. The hinges creaked as it slowly opened, just enough for her to slip past the heavy doors into the study itself. The light from the fire was low, and it took a moment for her dragon eyes to adjust to the flickering shadows.

Jessie's breath caught in her throat as she looked around in wonder. Torash had only brought her in once, early on in her apprenticeship, and that was while he was unpacking. The place had been empty shelves and full, towering boxes then. Now, it was nothing short of magical.

Winding shelves held countless vials of colored powders, liquids, and cups of all shapes and sizes. Some of them she could name, but most had purposes and properties she could only guess at. She was tempted to scoop up some of the powders and press them against her tongue, just to see what they tasted like. There was an art to identifying properties via taste, but unfortunately Torash had not found the time to teach her yet.

An ornate bookshelf carved directly into the wall held rows and rows of books, tomes and scrolls. Two chairs stood in front of the tired fire with an old table between them. And in the far corner of the room, almost entirely buried beneath scrolls, potions, tools and vials, was Torash's personal workbench. Her scales shivered at the thought of Torash at work, using his brilliance to concoct new and exciting potions and tinctures. In her vision Jessie was ever at his side, giving him just the tool he needed before he even asked, measuring quantities of liquid and powder to take the burden from his shoulders, and inches away from his warm, welcoming musk. He would make a mistake, and she'd lean in and correct it. He would smile at her approvingly, and then he'd finally see her for who she was: a smart, useful dragoness deserving of his approval and attention. And he would finally see what she wanted, finally be aware she was a young dragoness with needs, and he'd, he'd-

Fuck. Jessie let out a breath and shook her head, trying to ignore the sudden flush of her skin and the tingles between her legs. She'd gotten carried away with her fantasies again. Soon enough they'd be real, but if that were ever going to happen, she'd have to learn. And if she was to learn, she would have to keep herself on track.

Right. Right, the books. Jessie took a step towards the bookshelf to her left, but then paused and turned to the open book on Torash's workbench. She obviously could never steal - borrow - the one he was currently using, but it wouldn't hurt to look, right? The bookshelf was her best bet for material, but she had to know what brilliance his mind was producing.

With one last glance towards the bookshelves, Jessie reversed course towards the desk. She looked over her shoulder with every step, spooked that Torash could burst in at any moment with an accusing finger. 'Thief!' he'd yell. For some reason, looking at his current work felt like a bigger infraction than looking at what he'd already written or read.

The book was open to a position about halfway through. It had a picture of a small vial filled with a sort of bubbly liquid: judging by the handwriting and art style, this was something Torash himself was working on. Jessie's heart raced, and she could hardly stay calm enough to comprehend what she was reading. Everything was scrawled in shorthand and archaic languages, and half of everything was scribbled out.

It appeared that Torash was working on a potion of sorts, one that could have power effects on the mind and body. It was called 'Brainrot'. Most of the effects were written in shorthand she hadn't learned yet, but she was able to decipher some of it. One line in particular caught her eye: 'Should cause the user's mind to partially shut down, rendering them docile, stupid and pliant. Effects seem to fade after two weeks.'

Jessie's mind raced through the possibilities of such a potion. Why was Torash making it? Perhaps the king needed it to take out a rival, or maybe Torash was simply researching out of academic curiosity. His notes indicated he had yet to actually make the potion himself, so he hadn't used it on anyone...

Wait! Jessie's eyes lit up. She could use it on Amber! It would render her docile and stupid, and land her in a recovery ward for at least a few weeks. That would give Torash and Jessie some space to learn... and space for Jessie to make her move on the handsome dragon. Surely he would love her, just as soon as she had time alone with him.

She set to work immediately, scanning the page for ingredients and rushing around the room to gather them. Everything had to be done in the space of an hour, which didn't give her much time to mess around. Coriander, Glass Blood, and wait - was that a milliliter of sash dust, or a liter? After a little thought, she decided the little squiggles meant a liter and grabbed the appropriate measuring cup. She'd rather have too much sash dust in the potion than too little, and risk the Brainrot doing nothing at all.

Besides, it was Torash's own formula! Surely there were some tolerances. A mind as brilliant as his would never write down anything that could accidentally hurt someone, right?

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Afternoon tea couldn't come quickly enough. Jessie was tired from the all-nighter preparing the Brainrot required, but her fatigue washed away as Amber and Torash came into the room. Amber gave her usual polite greeting, and the young dragoness found it easy to return. After all, this was the last time for a while she'd have to fake it: just one tea, and then she'd have Torash all to herself!

Her hands trembled as she poured Amber's cup, nearly splashing it onto the table.

"Are you alright?" Amber asked. "Are you feeling sick?"

More fake concern, it was just like her! Jessie swallowed her annoyance and forced a small smile. "Oh, I uh... I just haven't eaten today. I'm a little hungry. As soon as you two are satisfied, I'll go and make myself some lunch."

"Ah." Amber nodded and took a sip of her tea. Jessie had to force herself to look away: she wanted nothing more than to observe her expression as her mind melted. Instead, she grabbed the coffee pot and poured Torash his own cup, which he took up with a thankful smile. The two sipped at their drinks.

"Jessie, you may go." Torash dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

"A-actually, uh..." Jessie suddenly felt hot. She'd anticipated being here the whole time, but of course Torash would send her away. "Do you mind if I stay today? I, um... well, I have so much to learn from you and Princess Amber, and I'd like to educate myself even if my formal education is on pause while she's here."

"Oh?" Amber tipped her head and gave Torash a look. "I was unaware your education was on pause due to my presence. Torash, weren't you just saying how well her studies were coming along?"

Torash's eyes widened, and he took a long, deliberate sip from his mug. "Oh well... well of course, of course they are. I merely, uh, focus on you when you're around. It doesn't really interfere. Jessie, of course you may stay and further your education with us."

It was the first time she'd seen Torash taken by surprise. It was strange to see: she'd always thought him indomitable. And Amber's reaction to hearing her education was on pause... did she actually care? Perhaps the princess would have been an asset in her apprenticeship rather than an obstacle, if she'd ever bothered to talk to Her Highness... Jessie came as close as she ever would to rethinking her perception of the princess.

"Thank you, Princess." She gave Amber a deep bow and perched herself at the edge of the room, watching as the two launched into a deep discussion on something boring. Whether or not she misjudged her, Amber had already sipped the tea. Events were in motion and there was nothing Amber could do about it. Still, she filed away that bit of information for later. After the princess recovered, perhaps they could reconcile.

Torash and Amber's cups emptied slowly as their conversation stretched on, just a sip here and there. The potion's effects on the princess manifested in subtle ways. At first, it was a stumbled word here or a clumsy remark there, something Jessie could dismiss as coincidence. As the teacup grew emptier, however, the signs grew more obvious. Amber grew a little giggly, and she swayed on her chair. Occasionally she'd blank out for a moment before snapping back to reality. Torash grew visibly concerned, but said nothing as they conversed.

About halfway through her cup, Princess Amber frowned. "Y'know... this tastes a little funny. Jessie dear, i-is... is this a new flavor?"

Jessie jumped. "Oh uh, n-no, it... it shouldn't be. Perhaps the leaves I grabbed were stale. I'll have to talk to the kitchen staff about restacking, Your Grace."

Amber smiled faintly. "No need for honorifics, Jessie. Amber will do." She turned to Torash, who was becoming visibly worried. "Torash, dear. You're good with tastes, can you take a sip? Tell me what's off?"

Oh scales. Jessie struggled to keep a straight face as Torash took the cup from Amber and held it in the light, inspecting the amber liquid for impurities. He gave Jessie a curious glance, but seeing nothing from her, continued to inspect.

A little Brainrot wouldn't hurt someone as brilliant as Torash, would it? He had so much brain to spare, and a sip would do little. Half a cup did very little to Amber, and she was beginning to worry the dosage was too low to have a great effect. Surely Torash would be fine.

"Well it looks alright to me," Torash said finally. Jessie breathed a sigh of relief: he wasn't going to taste test it. "But that doesn't rule out a more subtle poison. You've been acting oddly for a little while now, Amber: if this were poisoned, it would go through your Kobold body much slower than mine."

Wait. Were kobolds immune to poison? Did they just resist longer?

...did she technically just poison the princess?

"Luckily, I'm immune to most poisons, and we have Jessie here to counteract almost anything that actually affects me. So, down the hatch!" Torash downed the rest of the tea without hesitation.

Jessie gasped. Torash frowned at her, furrowing his brows. "Jessie, don't worry. I'm immune to almost anything. And this, Amber, certainly is something." His frown deepened as he tried to place the taste. "It's got a hint of a deep, earthy taste, slightly salty, like... sash dust."

Torash swore under his breath. "Princess, how are you feeling? You've been poisoned, something that messes with your brain." Amber just gave him a wide, loopy smile and a slight giggle. The normally prim princess slumped a bit in her seat, her legs spreading as she did.

"She's too far gone. God, I shouldn't be able to taste sash dust, this is bad." Torash closed his eyes and murmured some calming mantras in an attempt to keep himself together. He could feel the potion seeping into his bloodstream in real time, slowly infecting his mind. "Who could have done this? No one knows about sash dust except me. Me, and..."

With dawning comprehension, Torash turned towards his apprentice. "Jessie, you didn't."

Jessie shrank from her master's gaze and nodded. "I just... I wanted to show you I can do things. I wanted to make that potion in your book. I was just going to send Amber away for a little bit. C-cuz the effects are temporary. I just, I wanted to, well... I wanted to learn, and I kinda... kinda wanted to be with you. Because I like you. A lot."

As Jessie's stuttering admission to both her crime and feelings, Torash listened in astonished, horrified silence. As the potion took effect, however, that horror slowly seeped away, replaced with a quiet buzz of happiness. Intellectually he knew he should be mad, but all he wanted to do was giggle.

"I, uhh... what, um, how much did you put in?" God, it was like wading through quicksand just to complete a thought. Warm, fuzzy, happy quicksand. "T-The sash dust. How much?"

"Um, it was hard to tell, your handwriting was bad, so I did a liter."

A liter, gods. A whole liter. Torash didn't have to use his brain to know that's way, way too much. "Jessie, it was milliliters, not liters. There's a thou... thousand milliliters in a liter." And it was all his fault, too. He'd never gotten around to teaching Jessie about measurements... he might have been furious at himself had his brain not actively been rotting in his mind. Instead he just giggled at the irony. Wait, was that irony?

Jessie felt a weight settle on her chest as the enormity of what happened sunk in. Amber gurgled at her chair, eyes glazed over and a smile plastered on her face. Her regal mystique had vanished entirely at this point: her posture was hunched, a thick strand of drool dribbled down her chin... and with her legs spread in an entirely unladylike manner, Jessie noticed a tent that most ladies wouldn't have. Amber had a cock? Just the thought made Jessie blush, and her pussy damp.

Torash followed her gaze to his increasingly retarded friend, lingering first on her breasts before traveling down to the bulge in her skirt. Feelings he'd always kept far, far below the surface bubbled up now... or more accurately, swelled between his legs. The scent of his arousal joined the scents of Amber and Jessie in the air, creating a mix so thick it almost fogged in the air. Long gone was his sense of decency.

"Dun... don't worry 'bout it, Jessie," Torash slurred. He struggled to his feet. Jessie rushed to help him up, but drew away when she saw his cock openly tenting in his pants. "Ih, 's my fault, an... an now we get to have fun." Every attempt to stand led to him falling back on his chair, so he just pulled himself onto the table, his hips pushing off the teacup and mug with a crash. He spared the broken dishes an unconcerned glance before leaning over and pulling down the royal heir's shirt.

She let out a happy giggle as her breasts tumbled out of her shirt, her nipples hardening at the exposure to cold air - or perhaps Torash's attention. They were larger than her dress let on, more than a handful each. A C cup, Jessie estimated. Amber caught her gaze and returned it with another giggle and a smile, and Jessie realized with distant surprise that she was just as entranced by Her Highness' exposed breasts as Torash was.

"Yuh... y-you want a closer look?" Amber asked with some difficulty. Jessie gave a hesitant nod. The kobold let out a happy squeal and clumsily unbuttoned the back of her dress. Bit by bit it fell away, sliding down her shoulders until she exposed her entire upper body. Jessie and Torash took it all in greedily, like if they looked away they might never see it again. Jessie stepped forward and reached out, gingerly cupping Amber's breasts in her hands. An hour ago she'd never have glanced twice at a woman, and now here she was, groping the heir to the Kobold Kingdom. And god, was it amazing.

"J-Jessss," Torash slurred. His eyes were heavily glazed at this point too. Jessie looked at her master, automatically ready to obey even in his mentally handicapped state. The red dragon was bumbling with his shirt, struggling to undo the buttons and pull it off at the same time. "G-Gimm... gimme help. I wanna be naked with, w-with Amber." His eyes flashed as he took a good look at his apprentice, and he couldn't help but grin. "An you. I wanna be naked with you... you so pretty."

Jessie's scales burned in embarrassment as she helped her master step out of his clothes with gentle patience. Was this the potion talking, or did Torash really think her attractive? As far as she could tell the potion was ruining his inhibitions and intelligence, not his wants... but then again, those loosened inhibitions made him openly want to fuck the princess, someone far above his station. Was it that much a compliment he wanted to fuck her too?

Torash leered at her as she finally managed to pull his shirt off, revealing his trim, muscular chest. He idly rubbed his tent and licked his lip, like a predator eyeing his prey. Jessie felt another flush push through her body: more arousal than embarrassment this time. Juice dripped into her panties as she tugged down his pants. Compliment or not, Torash wanted to fuck her and she couldn't ignore how amazing that felt.

It took more force than she'd have expected to slide the fabric past his muscular rump, revealing red, stained briefs that held onto his body for dear life. His ass practically fell out of them, and she could plainly see his heavy, churning balls through the tent in front. They had very obviously not seen a wash in ages, but rather than disgust her, the wave of heady, sweaty musk that wafted over Jessie just made her even more aroused. Her pussy ached with need.

"Thanks Jess... Jeh... mm, mommy." The word felt natural on Torash's lips, and Jessie grinned a bit. Something about that just felt right to her. The red dragon stumbled onto his feet, and managed to hold himself upright long enough to grab Amber's shoulders and pull her towards him.

The two held steady for a moment, just enough time for Jessie to catch them and moderate their fall to the floor. The two horny lovers embraced, breasts against chest and each grinding their groins against each other. Noises closer to barn animals than those from intelligent beings filled the air as they explored each other's bodies. Jessie came in from behind, tugging Amber's dress the rest of the way down and and leaving her in nothing but pre-soaked peach panties.

Amber's long, slender cock pulsed against Torash's, providing a stark contrast to his thick, greasy member, and her balls nestled against his. Even there Torash dwarfed Amber, a comparison of apples to eggs. Both moaned long, wordless pleasure into each other's maws. Their kiss degenerated from something passionate and skilled to open-mouthed drooling, grunting and slurping on each other as their lips mashed together.

With the princess and alchemist taken care of, Jessie's thoughts turned to her own need. The dragoness' breath was quick and light in her chest, and despite being fully clothed, her arousal was apparent. Her chest heaved, and a small puddle of arousal formed beneath her, growing slowly but steadily. The ache in her cunt grew stronger the longer she went without release, and the rough fabric of her dress was agony against her stiff nipples. Her satin panties were soaked, and while it felt amazing against her clit, it kept the heat of her cunt in like a sauna.

"Well... no reason for modesty at this point," Jessie muttered. With a final moment's hesitation, Jessie undressed as quickly as she could. Her cheap dress tore in places, but it didn't matter: all that did was getting naked as soon as she could. In a minute she was completely nude, feeling the cool breeze from outside against her soaked cunt and sensitive nipples.

She crouched down next to Torash and Amber, whose love making had become sloppier and messier in the few moments she left them alone. Both of them thrusted as if sinking into each other's hole, but it was like neither could figure out where the other's hole was. She started furiously masturbating at the depraved sight, one hand rubbing her clit while the other pumped two fingers deep into her hole.

Torash and Amber began to piss themselves, brains too far gone to even keep their bladders held back. The streams of golden liquid splashed everywhere, soaking their clothes and spraying their faces. It all dripped off their bodies into a thick, musky puddle that quickly grew around them. Jessie gagged in disgust, almost pulling her hands away from her pussy, but rather than abate, she felt arousal rush through her body. Was she... into this?

Jessie closed her eyes and steeled herself, then lay down in the puddle next to the two furiously humping retards. The warmth of the piss surprised her, and her arousal didn't fade at all. In fact, it surged ever forward, rushing her to the edge of climax. She let out a long moan as her fingers worked faster on her throbbing clit, her whole body shuddering as she surrendered herself to the pleasure.

The two newly minted lovers were too lost in their passion to notice Jessie joining them on the floor. Slurps and moans filled the air as the three soaked in their passion and arousal, sloppy noises from Amber and Torash's kissing joining with Jessie's furious fingering to give everything a wet, gooey theme.

"G-guhh... uh, I feel, hmngfff..." Torash pulled away from sucking on Amber's snout, strand of drool and snot still connecting them. His brows furrowed as rotten cogs turned in his mind. Jessie didn't stop rubbing herself, but she did grin to see her brilliant master struggle to put ideas together.

"Yeah Torash? What is it? You can tell mommy anything you want!"

"Ah, imma gonna, ah-aaaaa!" The dumb dragon's attempt to warn Jessie was interrupted by the event itself: a loud crackling noise filled the air, followed swiftly by an earthy, cloying scent that made the dragoness gag. A bulge formed in the seat of Torash's underwear, quickly turning brown as it grew. Torash, the Royal Alchemist, famed across the land, was busy dropping logs of shit into his underwear... and moaning in pleasure from it.

Jessie stared in a mixture of awe and horror as her master debased himself so thoroughly. Who knew that it was even possible for Torash to embarrass himself this much? The perfect image of her master, already tarnished in Jessie's mind, shattered. This was her idol, but her idol had clay feet. A smile curled her lips as the reality set in: somehow, this was even hotter than her deepest fantasies. What was more intimate than being with someone at their lowest lows?

The dragoness reached forward and cupped the growing mess in Torash's underwear, smushing it between his thick cheeks. The dragon let out a feminine moan, shuddering and thrusting his rock hard cock against Amber again. "P-Poopy," he cried out. "Poopy warm and good, mommy!"

'Mommy'. God, it was so good to hear that! Jessie let out a little moan of her own, grabbing a handful of Torash's shit to smear against her cunt. "There's a good boy," she cooed. Then, at the sound of crackling coming from Amber's ass as well, she added "And a good girl too. You're both just my good little hatchlings!"

The word seemed to throw them into a frenzy. Perhaps it struck a chord somewhere deep in their melted minds, but they started humping each other like crazy, piss covered cock rubbing against piss covered cock. They let out little mewls of pleasures, unrestrained grunts and shapeless howls.

Wet plaps filled the room as the loads in their underwear shifted around, thwapping against their ass cheeks with each thrust. Their pleasure looked so complete... Jessie felt almost jealous. Almost - because she knew she could join them. With one last tweak of her clit, she mounted Torash and started grinding against his filthy, shit-covered ass.

She let out a loud groan: the pleasure was immediate and intense. The wet slime oozing through the fabric of Torash's underwear pressed right against her soaked cunt, sending her libido into overdrive, and the soft, squishy texture of the mass of shit did the rest. It felt like the most disgusting slime was molesting her slit, and it was the best thing she'd felt in her life.

It wasn't long: one thrust, another, and one more, and Jessie felt ready to burst. She grabbed Torash by the shoulders, clung hard to him, and let out one roar as she thrust against his mess before she fell off the edge. Her clit throbbed and cunt seized as she came, orgasm wracking her body and cum splattering against her master's underwear. The waves of pleasure came again and again, radiating from her filthy cunt and wracking her body. It felt like half a minute before it subsided, and she slumped to the ground in an exhausted daze.

Jessie's cries of pleasure seemed to have triggered the tards - the dragon and kobold screamed shapeless noises of pleasure as their fat cocks throbbed wildly, spewing thick white cum all over their faces, chest and breasts. It was insane how much they produced, almost like they were literally cumming their brains out. After their orgasms subsided, they slumped into each other in exhaustion.

The three of them lay there for some time, panting together as one. Finally, Jessie regained some control of her body and sat up.

What once was a stately tea room had turned into a destroyed fuckden. A shattered teacup and coffee mug spread across the floor near the table, and her sandwiches lay crushed on their tray, completely untouched. Even the Brainrot potion had fallen to the floor and splashed across the stones before sinking into the cracks. The scent of piss, shit and cum hung in the air, and the three of them lay in the exact center of the room.

"Fuck," Jessie breathed. "I fucked up, bad..." And it was true. But on the other hand, the three of them enjoyed it. Perhaps they'd be grateful to her once they came to? Regardless, it should be weeks before they got better, guessing by Torash's horrified reaction to her mismeasuring the ingredients. She'd better settle in for the long hall.

Jessie clambered to her feet with a groan. She stretched then sighed, smiling a little as she looked down at her cute little hatchlings. The two were almost passed out, sucking their thumbs and cooing to themselves.

"Hold tight, little ones," she said. "I'll get you some diapers from storage, and we'll clean you right up. How's that sound..."

Here she trailed off. It felt wrong to call them Torash and Princess Amber. Those names belonged to dignified, intelligent people, a powerful ruler and brilliant alchemist. The two retards at her feet... well, they weren't that.

"Hmm... Amy and Timmy sounds better than Amber and Torash, doesn't it? Amy, Timmy, sit tight! I'll be right back with your padding!"

Jessie walked to the door and stepped into the hall, mind racing with the excitement the next few weeks would bring. She closed the door gently behind her, careful not to startle her little hatchlings, and then went on her way. She was going to be the best mommy the two had ever known.

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The moment Jessie stepped out of the room, another wet crackling sound filled the air. The two tards looked confused: unlike last time, no fat logs of greasy shit plopped into their underwear for easy smearing and eating. What was going on?

Torash's face crumpled up as a strange sensation, almost like a pressure, built behind his ear. He frowned and tipped his head, hitting the other side like he was trying to get water out of his ear. The first tap did nothing, but the second dislodged something. The dragon groaned happily, quite enjoying the sensation.

Tap... tap... one more, and-!

A fat log of shit plopped out of his ear and splattered onto the ground, followed by a few smaller ones. All of a sudden his head felt emptier than ever... but it was a nice feeling. It also looked like something he felt he should be concerned with, but that moment passed quickly. Had he had any intelligence left at all, he'd have recognized the rotten, shittified remains of his brain, piled on the floor as steaming shit.

He looked up: Amber had gone through a similar process and was now staring at her shit-for-brains with a wide smile. She drooled and babbled, simply happy to have more shit to play with. Without a moment's hesitation, she plunged her hand into the pile and started shoveling it into her mouth, chewing open mawed and letting it spill out onto her chin and chest.

Torash looked back at his own pile of shit and grinned. Of course he should play with it! What else was shit for? Completely unaware of the gravity of his actions, the former Royal Alchemist picked up his own rotted brains, opened his maw wide, and shoveled it in. His cock twitched as he chewed, dripping precum as he sealed his fate.