#tail expansion

[goattrain]

Commission for VDO!  Elizabeth promised Stephanie a dinner at the fanciest cosmic restaurant existence could offer.  What she didn't mention was that they'd be outgrowing the place before the third course~

[beautification-tales]

The Countess

A Beautification Fairy Tale

“Bring in the servant girl!” Queen Lucia said to her guards. Within moments, a young girl was ushered into the throne room. She trembled as she bowed before the queen. She was dressed in dusty garments that exposed her low station. Queen Lucia stood up off her throne to examine her. The servant girl's eyes darted around the room, taking in the opulent tapestries, the gleaming gold and jeweled statues, and the imposing guards who stood at attention all around them.

“Are you an orphan, girl?” the queen asked gently. The servant girl nodded, wiping a tear from her eye. Queen Lucia smiled warmly. "And your current master is cruel, is he not?” The servant girl nodded again, her lower lip quivering. "Well, then," the queen continued, "I give you a choice. You can return to your sad life or you can become my servant.”

“M..my queen, I do not understand. Do you wish for me to become one of your ladies?” The servant girl stammered, her eyes wide with hope. Queen Lucia smiled coldly and laughed. “Oh no! You sweet naive little thing.” The Queen grabbed the girl’s chin and examined her. “I was once a wide eyed girl like you. Hoping for a man to take me away from my mundane existence for a happy ending.” Lucia let go of the girl and wiped the dirt and sweat on towel. She turned and looked at the girl. “No, we must learn to take what we want. So choose!”

The plain girl looked down and thought. Queen Lucia’s yellow eyes glowed as her red lips curled into a smile. The servant girl hesitated for a moment before she raised her head, meeting the queen's gaze. "I-I would like to serve you, my queen," she stammered.

“Excellent! Prince George from the highlands will be visiting the land to court me. You will seduce him and make him marry you.”The girl looked at Queen Lucia’s face and only saw a serious demeanor. “My queen… surely you jest! I’m not nobility. I’ve lived in the streets my whole life.” Queen Lucia raised her hand and closed her eyes. “Enough! …. What is your name?” She asked, almost sighing.

“M.. Millie my queen.” The servant girl, Millie, said, bowing her head. “I don’t need an advisor Millie. I’m quite aware of your station and your lack… of hmmm” Lucia grinned looking down at Millie’s unimpressive bust. “One thing I learned from my sister. As worthless as she was , one thing she did teach me is with the right weapons. You can do…so much.” The queen placed her hands under her large bust and cupped them.

“Leave us!” The Queen shouted as all the guards exited the throne room. She motioned for Millie to follow her over to a large mirror. The servant girl's eyes widened as she saw her own reflection for the first time in years. She had messy brown hair, a crooked nose and dirty crooked teeth. Her clothing was drab and dirty. She was a complete contrast to Queen Lucia’s amazing beauty and confident stature.

Lucia began to recite words that Millie did not understand. She could hear thunder and lightning crash outside as wind shook the castle. The queen’s eyes glowed as she continued to recite her spell. Millie looked deep into the mirror and saw a man inside. She closed her eyes in disbelief and opened them. She saw that her teeth were white and straight. She ran her tongue over them in awe as she noticed her nose straightened and shrink. Millie’s cheekbones raised and her eyes grew larger and more alluring. Her hair seemed to shine like gold as it flowed replacing the dirt brown that it was before.

“You’ve made me beautiful!” Millie gasped and grabbed her throat. The voice she heard was not her own. It was melodic as if she could sing. It was then that she felt a tightness in her chest. She felt the tightness increase her clothing ripped in front. Her breasts! They had grown to the size of Queen Lucia's. Round and firm, they were now glorious and a major temptation to touch. The servant girl looked at herself in awe and wonder, barely able to believe the transformation that had taken place.

She felt herself giggle as she felt a tickle in her posterior. She turned around and watched her buttocks rise as if it could be a shelf for a goblet to rest upon. Millie overcome with excitement began to touch her new developments. “My Queen! I’m , I’m… I’m…” Queen Lucia smiled and said. “Hmmm you’re perfect. Too bad you have to pay the price for such power.”

“Wait.. what price my… aaah.” Millie grasped at her chest as she felt a sharp pain in her heart. It felt as if someone was stabbing her in the heart. Dark thoughts flooded Millie’s mind as her naïveté vanished. Millie could feel the hands of Lucia grab at her large breasts. Lucia whispered in Millie’s ear.”Don’t fight it. Let it flow into you and give you what you need.”

Millie licked her lips as a soft moan followed. Lucia hands felt amazing on her new sensitive bosom. The skill of seduction and pleasing men… and woman were now in her mind. Millie now understoood her queen’s plans and her new station.

“Ooh My queen. I will serve you but I must ask… why not seduce George yourself and take his riches?” Millie asked innocently, her voice still holding a hint of the old servant girl.

“Because, I need to remain single for King Richard. Plus I need rulers I can trust in every kingdom if I am to be empress. It also makes me wet turning Good girls bad.”

“It does feel good my queen. It feels like …”

“Power!” Queen Lucia answered Millie.

The guards entered the room. “My queen forgive our interruption but Prince George is here!”

“Excellent, tell him to enter!” Queen Lucia gave a gesture as if to shoo away the guards. Lucia climbed the steps and sat upon her throne. She waved her hand and recited a word and in a flash Millie was in a glorious gown.

Prince George entered the chamber and went to one knee. He was dressed in his most regal garments as he held his sword handle. “Queen Lucia, fairest in the land. I come so that I may see if I am worthy of your hand!”

“You are not!” Queen Lucia laughed. Her voice was like sweet music, enchanting and captivating. Prince George looked up at her, his heart already lost. She continued, "But you are indeed most handsome and noble, George. It pleases me to see you here, in my court. You have proven yourself worthy of my attention." She motioned for him to rise, and he did so, his face flushed with pleasure.

“Have you met my Lady in waiting Countess Millie?”

[scrunglepaws]

Just some kissails doodles. I forget why I drew the first one. D:

[growth-crazy-girl]

"Oh L-Link, where did you find that? N-no wait! Don't press that...."

SCHWOOOOOOOOOOMPHHHHH

"Oh Liiiiink..... I'm in need of your Master Sword.... 🤤😈"

Artist 💖: Tail-blazer

[krizste]

[mantyxx-journey]

Gourm in a field <3

[warriorofyapping]

Gentle Touches.

[arclith]

Daily #16 - Sonic Domain Expansion "Wind's Call" (PART 11) (we are so back)

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[bustysirens]

ok ok hold on. consider: wing expansion

[forge-octarian-jacket]

*holds out my hands, revealing a small doodle of my Coroika rarepair*

[symphcnii]

I finally updated Lyhhia for DT aaa,,

[chaotic-zora]

Thresh used tail whip, it was super effective!!

Did you know Thresher sharks can whip their tails at up to 80 mph? That's gotta hurt. So best beware of Thresh's whip attack, otherwise you may get stunned or disarmed!

[arclith]

Daily #19 - Sonic Domain Expansion "Wind's Call" (PART 12)

(Reads from right to left)

[mimiyanna]

HOOOOOOME. RIDING HOOOOOOME. RIDING HOOOOOOME.

[himbodruid]

A Dragon In Rut

What happens when you stumble upon a dragon experiencing rut for the first time?

A short Dragon!Sylus x Reader/you oneshot

Breeding kink | knotting | scent kink

Intended for 18+ readers only MINORS DNI

Read the companion piece here!

Read the present timeline mirror here!

Fic Master List

Borrowed some lines from Secret Times 😏

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It had been some time since you and Sylus became close, even longer since you first met him. Days blended together when the only sense of sunlight you got were from various chutes in the cavern ceilings that allowed for airflow, so you weren't exactly sure how long it had been. The two of you became quite the pair of criminals, and thinking of the previous raid brought a satisfied smile to your face.

Dust motes danced in and out of the sun beams, giving the cavern you declared as your chambers a whimsical feeling. Richly coloured tapestries hung from the walls, adding a sense of warmth and life to your space. The fiend, Sylus, had even offered you treasures from his own hoard to decorate your space with. You had come to love the freedom that this network of caverns offered you. And you found yourself quite fond of the dragon that occupied another set of chambers.

Sylus was usually asleep at times like this, when the sun was high and bright. You found yourself mimicking his sleep schedule out of convenience, but something had awoken you and curiosity had gotten the best of you.

When you left your chamber, however, something in the air shifted. You didn’t know what it was, but it was off. Charged. Your pulse quickened as you sought out Sylus, worrying for his well being in the chaotic atmosphere that interrupted the usual calm.

You found him, not by sight, but by sound in his own chamber. As you brushed the tapestries that covered his doorway aside, a feral snarl reverberated from within.

“Sylus?” You questioned, stopping your advance at the sound.

“Leave,” was all he said, his voice strained and more beast-like than usual.

“Is everything okay?” You hazard a step into the dimly lit room. A hiss and a groan greeted you.

“If you know what’s best for you, Kitten, you will leave right now.” His voice was pained and leaving was the last thing you wanted.

“Are you hurt?” Another step forward.

Then all at once, you found yourself pinned to the wall by his bulk, a growl rumbling from his chest. You caught a glimpse of his face as the light from the entrance was snuffed out by the tapestries. His pupils were dilated and his face flushed, and you furrowed your brows in concern.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong, you’re worrying me,” you say, raising your hand to cup his cheek. He made a sound like a barely restrained groan as he turned his face into your touch, inhaling deeply. That fiendish tail of his lashed out behind him, swinging to and fro- much like an agitated cat.

“You shouldn’t be here,” was all he said in reply.

And yet, he leaned into you instead of letting you go. You felt him bury his nose in your neck.

“Your scent…I want it. Steamy and sweet…like cherry wine,” he murmured, his mouth finding your pulse.

“S-Sylus, what..” you stammer, incapable of forming coherent thought thanks to the heat of his tongue rolling so, so sensually against your neck. It was clear that he wasn’t in his right mind, trapped under some spell, but you couldn’t push him away. Instead you wanted, needed him closer.

A sound resembling a purr rumbled from his chest when your hand cupped the back of his head and you tilted your chin up for him. His mouth traveled the expanse of your neck, leaving biting kisses in his wake. Your heart thundered in your chest and an involuntary shiver shuddered through you.

“You should have run away when you had the chance,” he growled, hauling you up against the hard planes of his well-sculpted body. He carried you to a pile of blankets that rested atop a goose-down filled pad.

As he laid you down in his nest, you were consumed by him. That smokey scent of him surrounded you, his body crowded you. All thoughts fled as you were immersed in his very essence. You clung to him, even as his mouth traveled down your body. Taloned hands were surprisingly adept at removing your simple clothing, and the groan he released when you laid bare beneath him went straight to your core.

His hungry gaze roamed your figure, darkening with desire as it finally landed on the apex of your thighs. His nostrils flared, taking in your scent, your arousal.

“Last chance, Kitten.” His crimson eyes found yours again, awaiting your final consent. You hadn’t fought him thus far, but he held himself back once more to give you a chance to run away, to deny him what he so clearly wanted.

But you shook your head, hooking your legs around his hips to keep him from leaving you. He grinned a devilish grin and stooped over you to seal the agreement with a searing kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth, wrestling with your own for space. Your moans were met with growls of his own. And when you were beginning to feel light headed, he finally removed himself from you.

“I’ll start with your warmest spot…” he murmured against your skin as he trailed those stinging kisses down your body. “And until I’m finished, you’re not allowed to stop me.”

And then the heat of his mouth overwhelmed your cunt as he plunged his tongue against your flesh. When you tried to squirm from the sensation, his taloned hands held you fast. All you could do was sink your hands into that damnably silky hair of his and announce your pleasure to the room. He worked you up so quickly that you crashed over the edge before you even had a chance to think. His name tumbled from your lips like a prayer, even as his teeth scraped against your inner thigh.

His chuckle was deep and raspy and he lazily reclaimed his spot atop you. You didn’t know when it had occurred, but what little clothing he wore was discarded and the length of him pressed solid against your belly. With one hand occupied by holding your wrists together above your head, he hooked a leg over his free arm and pressed you hard into his bedding. His hips ground against you as that obnoxiously enticing purring sound reverberated through the cavern once more.

“You’re all mine,” he growled into your ear before positioning himself at your entrance. You briefly worried about how in the world a man as large as him would fit into such a petite woman as yourself, but all thoughts and fears fled the moment he breached you.

“S-Sy-“ you whimpered into his mouth as he sought to distract you from any discomfort. His body trembled with the effort of holding back. Breaths came short as he fully sheathed himself into you, his gasping pants feathering at your neck as he fought to give you time to adjust to his girth. Despite the effort, his hips still jerked forward.

“Hell, love. How do you feel this damn good?” He whined against your chest as he dropped his head down. The trembling in his body increased tenfold as his internal war continued.

The deepest, guttural moan escaped from him as soon as you lifted your hips in a silent signal to proceed. That moan turned into a possessive growl as he shifted his hips, pulling and pushing from your oh-so-willing body. You longed to cling to him, but he still held fast to your wrists.

Feeling mischievous, your mouth found his throat and you scraped your teeth against his flesh. He surprised you by baring his neck to you with a moan, and so you bit down on that corded muscle at the slope of his shoulder. The same place he marked you however many days ago.

At that simple action, it was like a damn broke loose. A heated snarl erupted from him and his hips pistoned in and out at a pace that would be punishing if it didn’t feel so fucking good. Your voice rose to join his as his cock brought you to such a swift climax, it had you reeling.

Even as your walls pulsed around him, he didn’t stop. Indeed, it felt like his pace actually sped up as he mindlessly chased a release that seemed to evade him. You felt as though the moment one orgasm was over, he drove you right into another one. His name fell from your lips with reckless abandon and he buried his face into your neck once more.

But this time was different. His movements seemed deliberate, almost as if he was…what? You weren’t sure how to describe his action, but it was almost as if it was some sort of primal instinct to mark you with his scent.

And there was something else happening.

As he drove himself into you over and over again, you could feel something at the base of his cock…almost like some sort of bulge was forming? You weren’t at all familiar with the anatomy of his kind, so you couldn’t be sure what to expect.

“Sylus, what?” You tried to question, your brain unable to form the full question.

“Mine,” he growled. His voice had taken on that feral tone he had once used with you to try and scare you away. He finally released your wrists to loop his arm under your free leg, practically folding you in half while he pumped into you relentlessly. All you could do was cling to him and ride out the pleasure he continued to build.

And then it happened. You weren’t really sure what “it” was, but that strange bulge at the base of his cock all but locked him to you as he thrust hard into you one final time. His moaning cries filled the cavern as he threw his head back and you felt his cock twitch and pulse inside of you, the sensation being enough to push you over the edge again with him.

And you figured that would be the end of it, a beautiful connection with this incredible being.

But his hips remained locked with yours. He nuzzled into your neck, that purring sound emanating from him again. The smallest of thrusts was all the movement he was granted by the knot, but the tugging sensation elicited sparks of pleasure that coursed through you. You whimpered into his ear as you lifted your hips to meet his with each nudge.

Then, almost as if taken over by his instincts once more, his hips whipped forward and he plunged so impossibly deep into you that you didn’t know where he ended and you began. His cock twitched and more hot ropes of cum flooded you while he moaned against your skin. It dragged you into an abrupt climax, almost as if his own orgasm was some sort of switch for yours.

It happened several more times: he would relax his hips for a moment, only to violently thrust forward again and cum so explosively that you couldn’t help but follow him over the edge. But finally, after what felt like ages, that knot appeared to subside.

Sylus slumped against you, placing soft kisses against your skin. You were exhausted from the ordeal, barely awake as he shifted you to the side. You couldn’t even work up the energy to feel embarrassed as he cleaned you up, taking great care to be gentle with you.

Shortly thereafter, you fell into the deepest sleep you ever experienced while wrapped in his warm embrace.

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That night, after the two of you woke from your shared slumber, Sylus had the good consciousness to blush at the behaviour he exhibited. He laid beside you, head propped up on a hand while the other traced feather-light swirling patterns on your skin.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I have never personally experienced a rut before and didn’t have the willpower to send you away.”

You smiled at him, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes. “Is this something that dragons experience?”

“Mmh,” he said, thinking about how to reply in a way you would understand. “It is a mating instinct that all dragons experience, yes. Usually the worst of the urges are able to be subdued enough to still function. But when your scent hit me, it was like I was possessed.”

“And what was the..thing that happened towards the end?” You asked, not sure what to call the strange bulge that kept him locked to your body.

“In your tongue, it would be called a knot. When a dragon finds his mate, that is usually how they are claimed. I…don’t really know how to describe it, since I’ve never experienced it before.”

“Hmm, does that make me your mate, then?”

His gaze softened at your question and that lopsided smile you so loved played across his face. Instead of answering with words, he leaned down and kissed you thoroughly.

“Mmh. I rather enjoy my scent being intertwined with yours.”

[dmitriene]

cw: reader is a cat hybrid.

being simon's riley one and only lap cat, sweet thing with fluffy, fluttering ears and long tail that lays across his lap just as your body, slightly curled, splayed over his muscular thighs and nose burrowing in the cotton fabric of his pajama pants, enjoying the long, delicate strokes of his rough, calloused palm he brushes down your head and to the small of your back, chuckling deep and smoky at the way your spine stretches out beneath the gentle touch.

to be honest, he needed someone who would always be waiting for him at home, not only as a family member, or wife, or children, but something more affectionate, pet like, with fluffy body parts, with constantly needy behavior, curling up on his lap or chest with loud purrs and rubbing against the sloping curve of his stubbled cheekbones, nosing in the crook of his neck sweet and pliable, meowing at the tight squeeze of his pawing hands, going lax anytime he chooses to pick you up or stroke down.

simon loves how you seek him at the early morning light when he crawls out of the bed for his tea, in nothing but the pajama pants and naked chest, muscles softened, covered by the pudgy layer of little fat he accumulated by lazing out with you on the couch or the bed, a place for you to sink your clawed nails in when you follow his form out of the bedroom, curling behind his back, affectionate and clinging, the expanse of his scarred, tissued skin falling victim to your kneading fingers.

you tilt your head and crane your neck out for him when he bends to smother you in tender kisses, scratching behind your ears that flutter at the touch and elicit those adorable purrs deep from your throat, eyes barely open to look at him, enough to see how his own crinkle, pale eyelashes low over the tawny irises, the pupil shudders to dilate in response to yours, focused on with pooling, overflowing tenderness that makes simon so much softer on the usually razory edges, just for you.

simon takes care of you, your every need, especially when you start to whine about how empty and aching you are, your panties sodden, soiled by the slick that oozes and pools down onto the cotton with your need for him, to your gaping hole end up stuffed full of his cock, sheathed deep and secure along your pulsing, viscous walls, tight with warmth as you purr in against his solid chest, nuzzling over the softness of his muscles, as his hand pats across your plump ass.

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