Blair awakens next to her lover from the previous night. She slides out from the bed and dropping down to the wooden floor of the inn. She slips her simple leggings and cloth over her small furry body and falls to her knees, praying to the spirits of love that her treatment has been effective. The little mouse then smiles as she looks over the shoulder to the young man she had exorcised, before heading on out. The people thanked her. Despite her small size. The mouse had been a boon in defeating the monsters that exist here. Before she leaves the town, she makes sure to make her way to the local apothecary, so that she may buy herself some ingredients for simple alchemical cures and concoctions. After all, not everyone wishes to receive healing through the dance of love, and she respects the limitations of those with a different mindset. The clinking of armor tells her that another knight approaches her, and the scarred figure approaches her with a solemn purpose. She frowns, recognizing the emblems of love upon him, but not the thin, scarred body and the wild green hair that covers his eyes. "You're Blair, Squeaks's Daughter" The knight doesn't ask. "I am," she replies, putting the ingredients in her extradimensional bag. "And to whom am I speaking?" "One who has experienced much in his life," he says. "I... come to you in desperation," he says, falling to his knees. Even then, the half-elf needs to look down upon her short body. "My skills, though great, are not enough to soothe the heart of a dear, dear friend of mine. I wouldn't come to you, unless the need was great, but... through your veins runs the blood of dragons, and that is what we need to soothe this savage beast." "Lead the way," Blair says, without a moment's hesitation. And so, the two knights travel the lands, speaking naught of the task at hand, but knowing their divine duty to aid those who are in need of the greatest of love. Soon enough, they climb up the rocky stairs of a secluded mountainside, only to find the blue figure sitting upon the peak, meditating in a contemplative posture, staring off into the serene mountain range beyond. "Draykan, my friend," the knight says. "I've found someone who could aid you..." The dragon takes a deep breath and shakes his head. "Did... did it really have to come to this?" he says. "After so many years, I thought I had control, yet..." he stands, turning to face the mouse fully, his muscled form, his twin-phallus build, his impressive wingspan all on display. "The call is too powerful." Blair takes a deep breath and holds her head up high and her shoulders back as she marches up towards the dragon. "My mother told me I come from the blood of dragons," she says, "yet, I have never seen one before." "Perhaps, it would have been best if you hadn't," Draykan says, taking his own step toward her. "I, too, fly the path of the knight of love, yet a darkness exists within me that I have been battling for nearly two decades. My good friend, Tybalt, has been trying to fight it off as best as he can, but now, I need the greatest knight of love to help me, but... I cannot force you to take this burden." Blair unclasps her armor. "Why would I be afraid of you, oh great dragon? I am a dragon, myself!" He smiles, a wounded sort of grin, but looks to Tybalt. Tybalt shakes his head, and Draykan returns back to her. "Very well, my dear. Please... allow me to see you and then... accept this burden from me if you wish." The armor clatters to the ground, leaving Blair in her sleeves and leggings. She approaches the dragon, who sits down so she can reach his members, and she sets to work. She slides up in between the two, letting one of them support her as her arms move up and down over the other shaft. "This is my duty," she says, kissing at the tip. "I chose this life even before I could go do the duties it required. It is something I've always wanted to be, and I would not have it any other way." She snuggles up to the length, letting the dragon breathe steadily as she rolls her tongue out, licking underneath the head. "Tell me, what is it that ails you, and I shall show my love to remove it." Draykan closes his eyes, his chest rising and falling. "I... I have been harmed," he says, looking at her now with half-closed eyes. "And that harm goes deep into my soul. It is pushed down, but time after time, I must let it... let it out, or it will fully consume me..." Blair kisses the head once more and then scurries on up to sit on his stomach, kissing his chest. "You need something to release this negative energy... I feel it," she says, fingers tracing up and around his body. "Inside, you have a good heart, but deeper down, a wound bleeds. I'll let you let it out into me." "It... it could harm you, I..." She climbs up onto him, pressing her lips to his mouth. He stops, closes his eyes, and wraps his arms around her body, pulling her in close. The two deepen the kiss, his body shuddering as he thinks about what he's doing and who he is doing it with. Even though she doesn't know her true heritage, and he does not tell her, the very fact that they are together, about to partake in such an intimate affair, bubbles the darkness within him up quicker. His clipped breaths become ragged growls, and his loving hold becomes a dominating grasp. He pulls her from him, his mouth curled up in a sinister smile, as his eyes slit into feral burning. "Then, child, prepare to receive it all!" The dragon does not hesitate to spin the mouse around, holding onto her hips as he lifts her up and onto the tip of one of his cocks. Tybalt stands there as well, frowning at the proceedings, but Blair smiles up at him, even as the massive meat plunges into her. Her body wraps around that pole, legs stretching out, stomach bulging as her mouse bones split apart to accommodate his size. Draykan groans, falling into his knees as he pushes her down along the shaft, pulling her out and then basically using her like a fuck toy. Soon enough, his guttural response comes out as he pushes her up against the rocky ground. "G.... S.. Squeeaaks!" Blair's eyes widen as she hears those words, the name of her mother, spoken by this stranger. But she can't do anything about it right now. She's never encountered one so full of feral darkness within him, and she is letting her body absorb that with each of his thrusts deeper into her being, deeper into her soul. The further he goes, the more she can feel something, something long forgotten, crawling up along inside her, waiting to escape. Soon, much sooner than she was expecting, Blair's body convulses in that primal pleasure of climax, which only ever happens to her when she is performing the most intense of her duties. Her cries echo out throughout the mountains and are not alone. The two men among her stagger backwards as a wave of magical energy pulses out from her tiny form. Draykan falls back, one cock coated in her slick juices. Tybalt takes a few steps back, covering his face from the blast, but feeling, for the first time, a sense of duty and purpose in his loins he hasn't felt in a long, long time. When the dust finally settles around them, they see not a tiny rodent, but a majestic creature. Still shorter than the two, but easily multiple times her original size. This mouse has traded her fur for majestic blue scales, her sleeves for wonderful wings. Floating in the air a moment with her eyes closed, Blair finally falls to the ground onto her clawed feet and move her hands over her horned head. When she opens her eyes, they are the same color as Draykan's. The dragon looks to her, snorting, and pushing himself back up, but Blair is far too fast, and pounces on him, pushing him down by his chest, her mound now rubbing up and down his slickened member. Draykan, pinned down under her new strength, feels that need overflowing him, He moves to lift his arms, but she pins him down. His muscles struggle to take control, but she won't let him. Despite her still small frame, she is a mighty being, indeed. She lifts her hips up, her tail coiling around, wrapping both of his lengths together to make one large double-cock penetrator. "Let's see the full might of a dragon!" With that declaration, she lowers herself, her body engulfing both of the dragon's members. Draykan hisses, his arms still struggling, but she won't let him up. The dragonmouse stares him in the eyes, though lust tinges the once knightley duty of the rodent. She won't admit it out loud, but her heart beats with an intensity of a virgin about to have her first time, not of an experienced knight. Her lips curl up in a smile, one of selfish pleasure instead of selfless duty. And why should it be like that smile? This isn't some altruistic endeavor anymore. She has discovered a whole new part of herself--a part that is animalistic, primal, needing to be filled, bred! By this overwhelming power. She bounces upon his twin rods. Even in this enlarged state, the sheer girth of the dragon's towers spread her body out, making her stomach poke out farther as she struggles to hold both of them in. Her squeaks rises up higher and higher with each bounce into him.Her hands move up over her body. This gives him a chance to take her, but he doesn't. Instead, he pushes himself up to a sitting position and wraps his arms around her in a loving embrace. She returns the favor, the two panting heavily as they stare into each other's eyes. They lean in, mouths connecting in a loving, passionate kiss, as the two erupt into their latest climax, the mouse girl filling up so much that the cocks pop out as she oozes with his seed. The two collapse, Blair changing back to her natural state with a warm glow, and Draykan's eyes fluttering closed, heading off to the realm of sleep. Tybalt, meanwhile, smiles a little and looks off towards the mountains. Perhaps his fears were unfounded, and this union would not bring more ruin than he had believed? In a place far away, an elven woman pushes up an older gentlemen against a wall, chuckling as she presses her naked form against his own. Meanwhile, another, male elf, dressed down to his leggings, whistles as he slides all the man's possessions into a large sack. Suddenly, the two feel it at the same time, that rush of energy, that pure primal lust. They drop the man and the bag, look to each other, and smile, maliciously, saying "Drayky..."