Drawing the Bath

Drawing the Bath
By: Wolfemann and Chakat Fire

All characters and story elements are copyright June 2003 to Jason Leisemann and Chakat Fire.

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“Rose!” A young woman walked out of the forest towards the lake in the clearing, looking around for her ‘sister,’ as they called each other. She was dressed in light leathers, easy to move around in, and to get out of quickly if she had too. “Rose, where are you,” she asked, stepping out into the lake a few feet.

“I’m here, Ivy,” the other woman said, popping up out of the lake just in front of her. Ivy stumbled back, falling onto the shore, looking at Rose with a frown.

“Rose! That’s hardly fair!”

“I know,” she giggled. “But it’s fun!” Ivy scowled at her, but started giggling soon enough, getting to her feet and pressing her face up close to Rose’s, their noses touching.

“You’re right, it is,” she smiled. “But we’ve got other fun today, remember?”

“Already,” Ivy asked, pulling back a bit, counting on her fingers. “You’re right!”

“Well, let’s get going then!”

“Yep,” Ivy agreed cheerfully, the two of them joining hands and focusing, calling on their magical powers and winking out of the glade….

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A great mass of shimmering scales shifted position in a deep, cool cave, rumbling sleepily, dreams of battles, interesting folks, even the littlest of them, and pleasant encounters, played though the things sleeping mind. As a cloud moved though the sky, letting sunlight into the cave, a great copper scaled dragon was more than visible, though, his copper scales seemed to be rimmed in a tinge of gold, and he was certainly larger than any copper you\'d ever see. Blinking his eyes, Thystriskanith, known to most besides other dragons as either Copper, or Pyrite (depending on who you asked), yawned and grumbled, wishing he felt like doing something more than sleeping, which he did, only he felt rather lethargic… the days were rarer now that he didn\'t feel like just lounging around. \"Get to be a wyrm and look what happens, I\'m like some old human in a rocking chair,” he grumbled, chuckling good naturedly anyway.

“Thistle,” a young voice called cheerfully.

Ah, yes, he was called that too. But only two people were allowed to use it without being reduced to bubbling ooze. Fortunately, he recognized that the voice belonged to one of them.

“Thistle! Are you awake down there, or are we going to have to find some other dragon,” another voice called, with a slight pout in it.

\'Thistle\' chuckled, raising his head from his massive forelegs and peering up the cave entrance. \"You wouldn\'t dare,\" he called back, feigning hurt.

“Only if you were hibernating when we needed one,” Rose teased, climbing down into the cave and hugging his massive leg. Of course, for all intents and purposes, she was just another spot along his body, but the motion was sincere, as was the matching hug from Ivy.

Thistle, as we\'ll call him for now, rumbled and nuzzled them with an amazing tenderness, especially for his dwarfing size, near to making them look like little more than mice next to a human. Running his muzzle next to them gently, he smiled down at them. \"I should hope I don\'t hibernate then,” he chuckled. \"How are you girls?\"

“We’re fine, Thistle,” Rose said, nuzzling his massive thigh. “Sorry it’s been so long since we came to see you last.”

“Well,” Ivy giggled, “let’s be fair – we *did* try to come out during the last full moon, but you were out playing with that other Copper who came by to visit you,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him playfully.

He smiled. \"That\'s good. Don\'t worry about it, it\'s good to see you both regardless.\" Sticking his huge serpentine tongue out, he winked back, rumbling with what could be laughter. \"Oh come now Ivy, how often do you think that happens for me these days,\" he asked with a chuckle. \"Besides you get me on a fairly regular, and sometimes spontaneous, schedule.\"

“We weren’t complaining,” Ivy grinned at him. “We just want to see the kids, after they’ve hatched,” she winked.

“Ivy,” Rose groaned, rolling her eyes a bit. “I swear, Thistle, I’m surprised she doesn’t have kids of her *own* by now, as much as she’s been obsessing about them since the last time we visited.”

“Only because *you* don’t have the proper equipment,” Ivy winked at the younger nymph.

Thistle rumbled and chuckled, shaking his massive head. His scales flushed, though whether in embarrassment or pride, or both, who could say.

\"Oh there\'s nothing wrong with that, Rose dear, especially when you start getting a little older. It\'s kind of an urge; some get it young, some get it old, some don\'t get it at all, it\'s part of life, and a truly wonderful, special part at that. And of course you can see my children when they\'ve hatched, I\'ve kept in touch with their mother, so I\'m sure she\'ll let us visit sometime,\" he smiled.

\"I\'m sure I could help you with that sometime,\" he added to Ivy, smiling. \"Though... the form I\'d have to take wouldn\'t probably be very attractive to you... though I could always polymorph into something more appealing,\" he chuckled.

“We’re nymphs, Thistle,” Ivy giggled at him.

“Yeah,” Rose snickered slightly, pressing up against him with a relaxed sigh. “As long as it’s attractive for its species, e hae hardly picky.”

“Are you going to join us in the bath today,” Ivy asked hopefully.

Thistle chuckled and raised both eyebrows. \"Oh, forgive me, how could I have forgotten,” he grinned. \"What I mean though, li’l ones, is that in my other \'natural\' forms, I appear rather old… though elves age well… anyway, it\'s no mater, I can polymorph into something handsome for you.\" He smiled, nuzzling them both softly again. \"Yes, I will. I\'ve missed it the last few times I\'ve given you your baths,\" he said tenderly.

“Thank you, Thistle,” Ivy smiled up at him, kissing his massive beak lightly. “You know… we could probably find a way for the bath to work for you too,” she suggested. “It could do incredible things for you.”

Thistle blushed, this time it was definitely a blush, his scales pulsing a darker copper green. \"You\'re welcome dear… oh… I don\'t know lill one, I\'ve never heard of such a thing, I never much gave it thought… but if it could work,\" he said, his voice trailing off as his mind\'s eye took over, leading him into some private thought and wish.

“Well, I don’t see why it wouldn’t,” Rose shrugged, thinking. “After all… we’re just elves and humans, without using it…. Thistle? What are you thinking about?”

Thistle smiled softly and nuzzled her cheek. \"That\'s true… but then why wouldn\'t it do the same to me before? Or to any of my kind I\'ve been with?\" Looking into her face with his giant dark green eyes, he sighed softly. \"About how nice it would be to be young again, like you and Ivy, Rose. About how nice it would be to give Ivy what she wanted, and how nice it would be to spend more time with you both.\"

“We can find a way, Thistle,” Ivy said solemnly, rubbing his face with her hand. “I promise… you see, it woror uor us because of our magic. It might take awhile, but we could find a way to make it work for others.”

Thistle smiled and rumbled. \"Don\'t put yourself to any trouble little one… but if you can… I would very much like that. Anyway, would you like to go to the bathroom now and get ready,” he asked with an oddly embarrassed chuckle. In all his years, he still never quite got used to the ritual for the spell.

“Oh yes,” Rose rumbled eagerly. “Come out to the pool with us? We cleared the grass out of it from last time,” she giggled. “Quite a crop, I might add.”

He chuckled and stood up, stretc out out, his massive bones creaking and cracking. \"Mmmm,\" he rumbled, stretching. \"I bet.\" Lowering his head to the ground, he smiled. \"Want to ride there little ones?\"

“Nah,” she smiled at him. “We’ll save the riding for there,” she winked, as Ivy started out of the caves.

“Besides,” Ivy called back, “It’s just a little bit outside the cave.”

Thistle chuckled and waited for them to go ahead of him, padding out after them, trying to walk softly, but the ground still rumbled some with each footfall. \"Suit yourselves,\" he said, clearing his throat after swallowing at her comment about riding.

The two of them were waiting near the relatively large ‘pit’ in front of his cave; it wasn’t big enough that he could fall into it, and it ’t d’t deep enough for anybody to be hurt falling in… it was more like a massive tub or a small pool. They kissed each other lightly as they waited, Rose rubbing Ivy’s breasts through her leathers, Ivy reaching under Rose’s skirt, her hand well hidden. Thistle rumbled pleasantly; he always enjoyed watching the two of them enjoying one another. Ambling over the \'pit\', or tub, he positioned his gigantic hind legs on either side, sighing happily as he relaxed, letting his dragonhood slip from his sheath, the cool air washing over the slick phallus. He\'d nearly forgotten how good it felt to just relax and let it even hang out.

“Somebody’s ready,” Ivy said, looking over her shoulder to smile at him. “Are you, sister?”

“Am I ever,” she grinned, groaning slightly as Ivy pulled her hand back, her fingers slick. The two of them started to strip off slowly, making sure that Thistle got every bit of the show he wanted while they did so, peeling off their skirts and leather tops, then the thin garments they wore beneath them. Thistle rumbled, leaning over to nuzzle them softly, careful not to press to hard and knock them over, just a feather soft brush to him, though he knew that to them it was quite pleasant. His member bobbed a little, starting to harden, not just fall from its sheath beneath his scales.

The two of them walked under him, kissing along his scales as they approached his massive shaft, easily larger than the two of them put together. Reaching it, they started to kiss, lick, and nibble the finely-scaled flesh, rubbing it with their hands and bodies lovingly as Ivy actually climbed up on top of it.

Thistle shivered, rumbling headily, his member actually lifting Ivy up and down with his every heartbeat, pressing her against his warm, softly scaled belly. The large hole in the tip glistened with wetness, starting to seep pre-cum that was eagerly lapped up by the two of them as it coated his cock, Ivy starting to ‘ride’ the incredible shaft, rubbing the warm lips of her pussy against it while Rose stroked her hands along the thick green veins carrying his blood through the rigid length.

The dragon rumbled, his tail twitching in arousal; his breath rumbled deeply in his massive chest. His slick phallus, and whole body, smelled of deep musk, tinged with the smell of copper. Shivering, he leaned his head under and licked their backs softly, his massive tongue, easily as big as them, running from between their legs, over their buttocks, over their back and necks, slicking them with his sweet saliva as they groaned happily, still rubbing along his shaft. Ivy nibbled the rigid length gently, reaching around the front to press her hand inside the hole at the tip of it. Rose reached down below, easily finding the ‘tube’ that his seed would flow through when he finally came. She started to rub it directly, licking it and working her way down his shaft to rub her ample breasts against his balls.

Thistle murmured and shivered, rumbling deeply. His member bobbed with Ivy on it, pressing her back against his stomach and falling back down, the truly massive green phallus throbbed under her, and around her hand. His balls moved up and down a little on their own, twitching at the nymph’s touch, tingling at Rose\'s presence against them. \"Mmm, little ones….\" He fairly purred, his rumbling felt though their entire bodies.

“Cum for us, Thistle,” he heard them murmur in unison between eager licks at his cock. “Give us your essence, make us whole!”

Thistle wobbled a little on his feet, his massive cock starting to twitch, pressing Ivy up against his stomach in faster and faster rhythm, the pulses lasting longer as his balls pulled up close to his body, their seed speeding though his body, rushing to meet the open air and the two waiting nymphs. \"Girlsss....\" He hissed, closing his eyes as smoke curled from his nose, his talons digging massive holes in the earth as his cock started to spasm, cum shooting from his phallus with incredible pressure, rushing around Ivy\'s hand and out, hot, slick, and smelling incredibly of him, it shot again and again, most of it landing in the pool, or around the pool\'s slanted edge to run down into the \'pit\'. Ivy had to hold on tight to keep from being ripped off of him by the force, though she could think of worse things to do. Rose held onto his balls, licking them lovingly as his cum began to pool around her feet, literally gallons pouring out into the pool, filling it up as his cock finally stopped twitching, leaving her up to her thighs in his seed, as Ivy slipped off his shaft, landing in it with a splash and a giggle, trying to get back to her feet.

“Thank you, Thistle,” they said, smiling up at him as Rose released his shaft and waded out into the pool with Ivy.

Thistle murmured and smiled, gently licking both of their sides and fronts.

\"You\'re most welcome little ones… thank you. Letting you both help with the process is always a new and enjoyable experience.\" Sitting on his haunches by the edge of the pool, he chuckled, looking down at the two, up to their thighs in his seed. \"Would you like me to transform now, darlings,” he asked with a pleased rumble.

“Whenever you’re ready,” they smiled, before turning to each other, reaching down into the bath of dragon cum, rubbing it along each other’s bodies as they kissed gently, slowly easing down until they were kneeling in it, their breasts pressing against each other. Rose’s red hair fell back, coming down just below her shoulders, as Ivy’s green fell down far enough that it was dangling in the thick white liquid.

Thistle rumbled, nodding, watching them for a short while, feeling his dragonhood starting to throb again… though the dirty idea came to mind of him giving them a even bigger bath. It certainly was a turn-on to think of, rolling back oh his hips, he sat on his haunches, stroking his re-thickening phallus with massive claws. \"Mmm, all right little ones. I\'ll just be a few moments, then we can play,\" he rumbled, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to think of a wonderful new form to play with his beloved nymph friend\'s with.

The two of them seemed to be amply occupied though, slowly shifting from making out, to making love, in the thick, creamy liquid filling the pool. The two of them seemed to glow as they coupled, groaning and pressing tight together. Thistle had seen this every spring for as long as he could remember, but there was still something undeniably erotic about the two of them…. Knowing that they were drawing their very lives from him seed was strange, but almost romantic at the same time, if that was the word for it.

He rumbled watching them though lidded eyes, timing his strokes, waiting for their eventual cries of joy… the strange ritual was one you might think he was used to, but every year, it was like new; erotic, intense, and intimate, a wonderful feeling deep inside him that he could never explain. Pre drizzled down his tip, running over his balls, his voice rumbling again as their groans became louder, the glow brighter.

“Cum with us, Thistle,” Ivy moaned, looking over at the masturbating dragon as she raked her lower lip. “Then cum inside of us,” she added, squeezing her eyes shut tight and pressing against Rose, each of them with a hand beneath the slick fluid surrounding them, rubbing each other’s sexes as they held on tight with their free hands.

Thissle nodded, bobbing his head as he stroked faster and faster, his balls pulling close to his body again, he forced himself to stand, aiming his tip at the two, watching them make love to one another though his legs, his breath swift as the glowing grew brighter and brighter, a stunning halo of light around the two, such an beautiful, and erotic sight to see as they made love in his thick seed. They cried out in ecstasy as his cum shot out at them, knocking them both over onto their sides as the pool flooded even further, covering them completely in his seed, unknown amounts pouring into their throats before they managed to get their heads above it again, their bodies barely obeying them as their orgasms sent potent spasms shooting throughout their lithe frames.

Thistle groaned and roared, rumbling as his frame glowed and shifted, getting smaller, still orgasming as he transformed, losing control and transforming too fast, his new form splashed into the tub of cum.

With a sputtering moan, he surfaced, watching the two nymphs. He reached out to touch them, hold them, matted copper and gold fur touching the two softly, a feline hand stroking them gently.

\"You are beloved to me, little ones,” he rumbled.

“And you to us,” they rumbled, breathing hard as they finally swallowed the rest of the seed that had spilled into their mouths. “Thank you,” they murmured, turning in the thick fluid now up to their breasts. They kissed his cum-soaked neck, the white fluid still sticking to their own skin.

“Thistle,” Ivy murmured, licking his own fluid off of him, “did you really mean that you would mate with me? Sire my babies?”

Thistles ears flushed and swiveled back, his rough tongue lapping at her neck and face lovingly. Nodding, he managed to say softly, \"Yes I did, Ivy… I meant every word,” he said gently, stroking her white, goo-slicked hair.

“I’d love it,” she murmured, kissing him gently, reaching down to cup his balls and shaft softly. “Thistle? Will you become my mate?”

“Our mate,” Rose corrected, rubbing the shape-shifted dragon’s side softly.

“I didn’t want to speak for you,” Ivy said softly.

Thistle rumbled, blinking, he had know these two for decades, hearing this now, was rather stunning, but made something inside his \'old\' body joyful. \"Yes… I will, Ivy, and Rose, I will be your mate, gladly.\" He kissed Ivy deeply, rubbing her sides as his transformed body\'s tail snaked out under the surface of his love nectar and wrapped around Rose\'s hips, drawing her to his back.

“Thank you,” they both murmured, kissing his neck.

“But she’s the only one you’re going to be having kids with yet,” Rose added with a slight chuckle. “I’ve still got a decade or two before I’m too interested in that, I think.”

“You don’t mind, do you,” Ivy asked her ‘sister,’ almost nervously.

“Not at all,” Rose smiled. “It’s your choice, my loves.”

Thistle smiled softly, kissing Rose softly on the cheek, then on the lips. \"I understand, it\'s something only you can decide if you want.\" he murmured gently, nuzzling her cheek.

Picking her \'sister\' up in his strong arms, he rested her on his knee, sinking to his neck to kneel.

\"Are you sure you want this, Ivy? Once I let myself cum in you, there\'s no going back,\" he murmured softly, licking her cheek. The warm seed around them, soaking into their hair, skin and, in Thistle\'s case, fur.

“I’ve wanted this since last summer,” she murmured. “The Mother’s time is upon me, I can feel it… and I want you to be the father, Thistle.”

Thistle purred, holding her close, his warm body pressed tightly against hers. \"I\'m honored,\" he said, his deep, but somehow even in this form ancient, voice humbled. Rubbing her sides lovingly, he held her in his arms, standing again, holding his arms under her rump and kissing her deeply. Their tongues entwined for a few moments, and he could taste his seed in her mouth, on her lips… everywhere, as Rose fondled them both from behind, pressing her breasts tightly against his back.

“Thistle,” Ivy asked him when their lips parted, looking into his eyes solemnly. “Did you… include barbs with that form?”

Thistle blushed, nodding softly as he licked his lips. It had been a while since he\'d tasted himself, let alone so much of himself. \"Yes,\" he rumbled, feeling his sheath swell some, though it wasn\'t quite hardening yet. \"Would you like me not to?\"

“I like them,” she smiled, blushing slightly. “I just wanted to know, so I was ready…. It’s like having a thousand little fingers rubbing me inside,” she rumbled, kissing him deeply as she wrapped her legs around his hips, rubbing her sex against his swelling sheath.

“You should have heard her when that felaar ranger came through,” Rose giggled. “I think they heard her in the city.”

Thistle blushed, rubbing his crotch back against her, kissing her deeply. \"Mumm, really? I would have liked to have seen that.\" He blushed in his ears, purring deeply as he nibbled on her ears. \"I hope you like mine as much,” he winked.

Under all the warm cum, she could feel his hot shaft starting to rub against her sex, more than well slicked, throbbing in anticipation.

“More,” she promised. “And if you want to watch some time, I’d be happy to try and arrange it,” she rumbled, reaching down to guide the tip of his barbed cock against the entrance to her pussy. “Take me, Thistle…. Make me yours.”

Thistle kissed her deeply, rumbling into her mouth as he twined tongues with the beautiful young nymph. \"All right,\" he said embarrassedly.

Pressing in just a little, he got his bearings, kissing her lips ever so lightly again, he thrust up and in, burying his barbed, throbbing cock deep inside her, a feral, feline-like rumble of pleasure turning into a moan as her warm body slipped around him. \"Ivy….\"

“Sweet Mother, Thistle,” she cried out, her sex clenching down around his shaft reflexively. “Oh yes….” Rose smiled, ‘swimming’ back a little to rest on the ‘shore’ of the pool, stroking her sex and breasts lightly as she watched her mates together.

Thistle rumbled, his body clenching like hers, though her worked on, pressing up, and pulling back, holding her wais and under her hips, his arms pulling her up and pressing her down as he got a good rhythm going, his barbs raking her sweet, juicy cunny inside, tickling and teasing her nerves as she groaned, working his sex with hers.

She ran her hands up along his chest, holding him close with one hand as she teased his nipples with her other, leaning back and letting her hair spread out along the thick pool of cum they were mating in, while Rose continued to work her own sex, moaning slightly on her own as she felt her new mate’s seed fill it completely. Privately, she was thankful for the fact that the spell they used to draw their lives from the ‘bath’ would keep it from getting her pregnant….

If it didn’t, their entire race would almost certainly be spending the vast majority of their lives with child.

Thistle rumbled, looking over Ivy\'s shoulder to watch Rose, his hand stroking Ivy\'s back and sides, his hips sloshing in the bath of his seed as he mated with her. His breath coming in heavy pants, he whispered in her ear, \"How long can you hold your breath?\"

“As long as I have to,” she murmured. “You won’t drown me, lover,” she said between moans. “I swear.”

Thistle purred deeply and kissed her full on the lips, dipping and suddenly plunging them under the slick surface, the egg white-like consistency of the seed flowing around them as they sank to the bottom, Thistle\'s rumbling body pressed close to Ivy\'s, bubbling something out as he made love to her tenderly. \"I\'bbbble wobbbble, uuuuuble...\"

She pulled his hips against hers with each thrust, driving his cock deeper into her body, kissing him deeply. She was right about not drowning her, at that – she didn’t seem to be holding her breath at all, just breathing it right along with him as they mated. Suddenly, the barbs of his cock brushed up against a spot he was intimately familiar with, and his cum bubbled wildly as she screamed with pleasure beneath it, clamping her mouth against his for a passionate, heated kiss as she tried to recover.

He shivered, moaning hotly into her mouth, his body literally shivering as he felt her writhe with pleasure as he hit that spot. His heart pounding like a drum in his chest, the beating making his ears roar with blood, he thrust for that spot again, holding her hips still as his tail caressed her thigh. She cried out again, writhing in his arms as pleasure wracked her body.

“More,” she moaned, her voice not stopped by the cum, thanks to the magic that was letting her breathe through it. “So close….”

He moaned, his voice bubbling away in the thick cum, nodding, he kissed her neck, pulling back and hitting the spot again, and again, and again. His barbs ran over it, his cock slid along it, he focused on it with a passion. His hands caressed her sides and neck, holding her hips if she moved too much and risked making him \'miss his aim\', his tail caressed her and fondled her. His body wanted to fill her with his seed, the seed that *could* get her pregnant, the seed that would make them one and complete their mating. Her moans became louder as he kept pounding into her body, and soon she grabbed his hips, and pulled them against hers with all her might, the strength in her arms and legs pushing him in deeper than before. She screamed again as his cock slammed through her cervix, deep inside of her as her pussy spasmed around him, trying to milk his cum into her body.

Eyes wide, all Thistle could see was white. Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed Ivy heatedly felaar-morphed dragon came hard, throwing his head back and roaring in pleasure, his balls slapping against the nymph one last time before they emptied themselves in her womb, filling her with his heated seed. She cried out again in pleasure, the surface of the ‘pool’ bubbling as he filled her womb, pumping out much less than they had before, but still an incredible amount for a creature his size. She groaned as his seed seeped deeper within her, before locking their lips together for a kiss, moaning into his mouth as their tongues entwined.

Still locked in their deep, twining kiss, Thistle pushed them to the surface, their bodies glistening and dripping with his dragon seed, his morphed form\'s seed trickling down Ivy\'s leg, though one could never tell. Moaning back, he broke the kiss, blinking as he looked into her eyes. \"Little one… Ivy….\" He just shook his head and rumbled, kissing her again. She returned the kiss eagerly, as Rosa swam up behind them.

“That was a very nice show,” she rumbled, licking some of the copious cum off of Thistle’s neck.

Thistle chuckled, kissing Rose softly. hankhank you, you should have been in the performance.\" He winked, rubbing both the nymphs’ sides. \"Thank you both, you\'ve made me feel like flying again.\"

“Ooh, now *that* has potential,” Rose grinned. “Think we could figure out a way to redefine aerobatic performance,” she asked with a wink.

Thistle chuckled, turning into a laugh as he held his belly. \"Oh, Rose, darling, I will make sure we find a way to.\" Kissing her cheek he winked. \"But not now, I don\'t think I could orgasm again and not pass out, and when you\'re flying, that\'s not a good thing.\"

“Neither’s being beneath a dragon when he passed out,” Ivy pointed out with a slight snicker.

“Well all right,” Rose said, sticking her tongue out playfully. “On the other hand, sleeping snuggled up next to one *is* a good thing,” she said, a little hopefully.

Thistle nodded, nuzzling her softly. \"Oh don\'t look at me like that,” he chuckled, picking one up in each arm and wading to the \'pool\'s\' edge. \"I don\'t suppose you both would like to stay with me for a while? I hear dragon\'s can make wonderful pillows,” he grinned.

“Yeah,” Rose smiled, kissing him gently. “And I hear that slightly used dragon’s cum can make a good soak.”

“Care to sleep by the poolside, love,” Ivy asked, smiling at him.

Thistle\'s ears blushed red and he nodded softly, rubbing both nymphs’ sides. \"All right, sounds fine to me,” he smiled, reaching the edge of the \'pool\' and sitting them down.

“Good,” they smiled, laying down on the ground, leaving enough room for his felaar form as they dangled their feet in the cooling fluids. “Lay with us? Or do you want to change back already?”

He swiveled his fingers and limbs of his felaar form some, shrugging and scooting up next to the girls. \"I\'ll stay like this for now.... I\'m just not used to the form… so soft and small….\" He shrugged and grinned sheepishly.

“Oh, but it’s big and hard in all the right places,” Rose winked as he laid down between them. “When we wake up, we’ll have to give you another type of bath to get all this out of your fur,” she winked, running her fingers through his cum-soaked fur, more white than the colors beneath it now.

He chuckled and smiled, kissing them both. \"Aye… that\'ll be nice,\" he purred, rubbing their sides and hugging them close, his eyes starting to lid as three massive orgasms started to catch up with him.

“Sleep well, beloved,” Ivy murmured, pressing up against him as she kissed him gently. “They’ll be beautiful,” she added as she dozed off, Rose looking at her with a soft smile as they both cuddled up with Thistle.

“Thank you, Thistle…. For everything,” she said seriously.

Thistle nuzzled her cheek softly, hissing her tenderly and caressing her cheek with his fingers. \"You are welcome, Rose….\" Whispering in Ivy’s ear as they both started to drift asleep. \"Yes they will be….\" Soon, the three were all sleeping, dreaming of the hours and days to come….

And the years.