"Oh Ryoka, is that why you're upset? D'awww! It's okay, I can still give you a handy if you like? It wouldn't be a bother!" said a maid with blonde hair by her side. She recognised her as having come to her bedroom several times in the past, eager for what the teenager could offer, she was regularly left screaming into Ryoka's pillow
Ryoka tried to imagine that now. The maid would be more likely to read a book as Ryoka thrust at her gape than scream, failing to even notice her penetrating her.
And a hand job? She imagined going from making the maid howl her name, making her claw at her back, to sitting awkwardly while a distracted maid masturbated her, barely paying attention as she had something more equine on her mind. That was not something she wanted to even consider experiencing.
"NO!"
She roared with anger and leapt at the centaur, her body already adapting, growing stronger, yet stronger, stronger than she'd ever been, steam wafting from her skin as she grew in mass, biology working to its extreme.
She would obliterate this centaur with raw power!
But then the centaur's hands reached out and snapped around her forearms.
It was like being gripped by a moon, and about as possible to move.
It couldn't be! All her strength and-
She pushed her adaptability further, yet further still, her bones changing, becoming stronger than dwarven metals as fresh muscle became even denser, she was far past Tarra in power now, she doubted there had ever been a legionnaire in the dragness's legion as strong as she.
The thought would have made her smile, but for all the changes, for all her adaptation, it just didn't seem to matter. The centaur looked about as bothered by her attack as if she was being pushed at by a kitten.
Ryoka screamed her frustration. This couldn't be happening!!! THIS COULD NOT BE HAPPENING!!
In a fit of teenage tantrum she opened her mouth and her impossibly long tongue lanced forth like an attacking snake, her tongue struck out and went… directly into the centaur's eye.
There was a frozen fraction of a moment where Ryoka thought she had finally done something, something to show she wasn't weak, but then the centaur cried out in pain and flung her arms.
Ryoka was standing amongst the maids and then before she could even think she was spinning through the air so fast that she made a dozen flips in half a second.
She shot across the room as though launched out of a high tension trebuchet and crashed directly into the dragoness's pussy, the soft surface rippling and wobbling as she struck, the labia partially opening to take her inside, her lower body slipping in entirely and being enclosed by softness.
She blinked as she realised where she was.
Inside her boss's pussy.
She decided this was probably not a good development for her future promotion prospects.
Then she decided she might have more immediate problems as the pussy began to flutter around her and a great palace shaking groan came from far away, echoing up and down the palace corridors.
As the groan came on the pussy gripped Ryoka so hard she thought she was going to die, and likely would have had she not currently been so strong. The rippling flesh moved over her body, and then drew back, deep deeep inside, where something started to open.
Something that had been tightly sealed suddenly couldn't keep back something that had been very very very compressed inside.
Ryoka could only scream as an ocean of white was forcibly expelled and she was carried into the air as the room was obliterated.
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Tarra woke slowly.
At first, she couldn't open her eyes, something thick and sticky and tar-like had gunked them up. But after a few fumbled swipes at her face she managed to open them, blinking fluid from her eyelashes.
She was in a bedroom, which was odd, because that wasn't where she had remembered being when she had last been awake, she had been-
She suddenly recalled the horrifying sight of seeing an ocean of white gush from the dragoness's pussy, filling the space between her thighs. She hadn't even had time to draw in breath before everything was white and then darkness.
Wait, an ocean of white?
She held up a hand and spread her fingers, watching the white substance form dozens of thick sloppy strings between them. She reluctantly realised that the substance that had come out of the dragoness was what appeared to be cum, although how that was possible and where it had all come from she did not know.
The flood that had come out of her Lady Alexandria had carried her off in the current, carried her out of that part of the palace and to another place, a bedroom?
She examined where she was more carefully.
Much of the room was covered in white, staining halfway up the two-storey walls in an inch-thick layer of cum. Above the cum line however, where the flood hadn't touched, the wallpaper looked expensive, gold thread wound into it kind of expensive, and far above it the ceiling moulding was gold plated, and scattered across the ceiling, as if imitating a starfield, were precious gemstones shimmering and glittering in the light.
Clearly this was an extremely extravagant room, an extremely expensive one that only someone with a deep love for precious things would have created.
A sinking feeling appeared in Tarra's stomach and slowly descended. It reached rock bottom when her eyes alighted on the cum slathered bed, a cum slathered bed large enough for a nine foot tall dragoness in her smallest form or all the way up to fifteen foot on the larger end. It was truly an enormous bed, the size of a room in itself.
This place, it was probably not a very safe place to be in. Only bad things could happen if Lady Alexandria were to awaken and find Tarra in her deepest most private sanctuary.
She calmed herself before panic set in and reexamined the bed.
Half the bed, and that part of the room was piled high with white, a hill of thick viscous white cum that reached halfway up the wall, apparently having been deposited there by the current.
A spiral tail moved amongst it.
It was Ryoka, the Chameleokin.
As she watched the teenager's head lifted free from the cum and she drew in great breaths, her face coated in thick semen, strands crossing her wide open mouth.
"D-dammit Tarra, get me the hell out of this stuff!"
Tarra decided she very much did not want to do that.
"Why in the hell would I help you, you little asshole? Use your adaptability, grow gills or something, gods!"
The Chameleokin, shook her head, droplets of cum flinging from her matted down hair.
"I- I can't! S-somethings wrong!!!"
Tarra paused. Now that was interesting. Did the Chameleokin's ridiculous ability have some fatal flaw that she wasn't aware of? If that was the case then perhaps she could exploit it and teach the little brat a lesson, that and regain her place as number one under Alexandria.
She approached cautiously, trying to see what was wrong with her.
It didn't take long to see it, her back moved and an arc of breast pulled from the schlucking oozing mass of cum. Mass, and then more mass, her cum soaked unitard stretched desperately over the soft shapes.
Tarra's lips parted as her eyes widened. Ryoka was pulling free a pair of teats from the cum that would put a cow to shame. She had been petite before, now her soft milky breasts were larger than watermelons.
They slipped free from the cum along with Ryoka and the teenager flopped down on the part of the bed that wasn't piled high with cum.
She panted desperately, limbs weak. An odd sight to see when Tarra knew she was so powerful. The question was, why?
"Why… why have you enlarged your breasts Ryoka?"
The teenager wiped cum from her eyes and glanced down.
"I- I didn't - this is…"
She frowned and furrowed her brow, clearly trying to reverse her adaptation. The teets remained.
"I can't seem to m-make myself go back..."
"Hrmm."
Tarra approached and then darted out a hand. She grabbed the teenagers wrist and with a yelp she dragged her fully from the great mound of cum.
Her breasts weren't the only thing to have changed, her hips had become wide, very wide, and her thighs very very thick. Where once there had been slim practical lines there were now sweeping pleasing curves built for breeding.
The teenager looked ready to be a mother at the drop of a hat.
More, her once eight-inch cock now reached down to her knee, a good twelve inches of fat dick stretching out her unitard.
Interesting. Very very interesting.
"What- what is happening to me!?"
It wasn't hard to guess. The teenager's body had taken it on itself to adapt on its own, adapt for breeding. The cause of that was obvious, they were surrounded by sex sex sex, hormones and more filling the foggy cummy air, semen touching every part of the teenager's body, cum even trying to crawl through her unitard to get at her pussy.
The teenager had changed both to be bred by a good dick, and to breed herself, her already large penis swelling in size, readying to be plunged into a girl and ejaculate over and over, because that was what her adaptability thought was needed in this environment, this breeding environment, an environment so concentrated on breeding that it had overridden the teenager's ability to direct her body to do anything else.