Lyra found herself yet again in a strange place with strange circumstances.  She was covered in some sort of grimy, powdery paste that smelled faintly of old, dried garlic and something vaguely peppery.  She took a deep breath and sneezed; it was uncomfortable to say the least.  The ground was a flat metal plane,  and the air was warm and dry.  It was pitch black, so her eyes were useless.  And whatever space this was, it was so large and featureless, that her echolocation showed her nothing but a vague shape in the distance.  Except for right behind her.  When she echoed behind herself, she found an enormous, equally featureless surface stretching into the distance in every direction.  It was cool to the touch, and felt a little like glass, but not quite.  It was almost perfectly smooth, so there would be no scaling it.
	Left with no other real options, Lyra began moving towards the shape in the distance.  As she walked, she came across shallow depressions in the metal that she walked on.  She came across a couple every now and then, but they weren't particularly common.  After the first one, she stopped to examine more closely each that she came to.  They were only a millimeter or two wide, and about as deep.   All examples that she came across were either perpendicular or parallel to each other.  It was very perplexing.  She pushed the strange striations in the floor below her from her head as she approached the the shape she had been moving towards.  Now that she was closer, the sound image she received back showed more detail.
	The object in question was rectangular with rounded edges.  It was about eight feet wide and twenty-four long.  It was about shoulder height to her, around four feet.  As Lyra approached, her sensitive nose picked up the sent of salt.  How odd.  She went right up to the edge of it and echoed into it as best she could.  Lyra discovered that it was filled with water, and that was were the salt smell was coming from.  'Who on earth would put a shallow, quarter sized, above ground Olympic pool filled with salt water in a place like this?' she wondered to herself.  Not that she was complaining, of course.  She needed a bath anyway, and wasn't about to look a gift person in the mouth.  Whatever the stuff she was coated in was, it was beginning to dry into her fur and the feeling of it crusting up was making her super itchy.
	Lyra walked carefully around the perimeter of the pool.  To her echolocation, it seemed perfectly uniform from all directions, except for the near side, where a shelf like protrusion that didn't appear to be attached to the pool it self stuck out.  Whatever it was, it was a separate object that seemed like it had been placed into the pool for some unknown purpose.  Upon her closer inspection, the pool seemed like it had been molded from a single sheet of aluminum.  As she came around to what she presumed was the front again, Lyra wiped her brow free of sweat.  It was starting to get warm here.  Not just the air, but the floor too.  This place must have heat waves from time to time.  Maybe that was why whatever mysterious individual or individuals had built this pool here for, and why it was above ground.  
	She tried to get over the edge of the pool, but with her hands being mostly wing, there being a sizable overhang, and the pasty stuff in her fur stopping her from getting anything that resembled a decent grip, she wasn't going to be able to get into it.  So she would have to fly.  Lyra's ancestors were decent fliers, but sadly, she was not.  Present day bats had much more body mass to wing surface ratio.  She could fly, but only for a few minutes and only with a good running start.  Or if she jumped off a cliff.  Unfortunately, she couldn't sense any cliffs rising up from this Gods forsaken metal wasteland.  At least, not in the general vicinity of where she was.  Luckily, with the increasing warmth, there might be thermals good enough to help her along.
	Lyra backed up about thirty feet, spreading her wings wide and out in front of her, and began running.  Her clawed feet scrabbling at the hard metal surface for adequate purchase.  She echo-located near constantly to keep track of her position.  When she judged herself to be about ten feet from the pool, she jumped and flapped hard.  The thermals rising off of the warming floor below her did indeed offer just a little bit of an upward push in the otherwise stagnant feeling air.  Lyra's wings cupped and pushed at the air desperately, trying to gain her all the height they could.  She was able to maintain her labored flight for a distance of about fifteen feet.  When she was over the pool, she folded her wings, tucked her knees up under her chin and cannon-balled into the salty, tepid water below.
	Her butt thumped painfully into the bottom of the pool, and the salty water burned her unique and sensitive nose.  Lyra stood up and quickly rubbed it clean, the burning sensation making it run something awful.  She sneezed a few times, which seemed to help somewhat.  After the burning had finally subsided from her nose and the feeling returned to her bum, she reoriented herself, regaining her bearings.  She found the water only came up to just over her bellybutton.  In this increasing and now slightly uncomfortable heat, it really didn't matter.  Any water at all would be helpful in staying cool.  Before doing anything else, Lyra scrubbed her fur free of the pasty stuff in her fur.  It felt nice to be clean, but she did note that as she got wet, the odor of old garlic and pepper got stronger.  It smelled a little like her dearly departed mothers seasoning blend for baked cod.  Lyra sniffed, a small tear coming to her eye in remembrance of her mother.  If this was the trade off for cleanliness though, she'd take it.  
	Finished cleaning, Lyra laid back into the water and floated there for a few minutes, before going into a nice lazy backstroke.  Her large wings scooping water easily and propelling her the whole length of the pool with each push.  She did several laps around the pool before she went over to the far side and studied the strange shelf like projection in greater detail.  
	Upon closer inspection, Lyra did indeed find that what ever it was, was a separate object from the pool.  It covered the whole floor of the pool, up to about two inches from the edges.  There were two lines of hole, each hole about a foot across.  She hadn't noticed them before because she came down into the pool near the center, while they went down the sides, near the edges.  At the far end, it jutted up sharply with the edge of the pool.  It rose up in two stages.  The first was broad and just below the surface of the water, creating a shallow resting spot where one could sit.  It was about four feet and roughly trapezoidal, tapering into the second rise, which was the shelf looking projection she had seen from outside the pool.  It was six feet long, and about two feet wide and round.  
	Lyra noticed that the water was starting to get a little warm too, and the air was still getting increasingly hotter.  It felt like it had to have been at almost a hundred degrees.  She hoped it wouldn't get much hotter.  This freak heat wave was starting to get worrisome.  She slipped back down onto the shallow spot and settled herself in.  She realized she could be here at this pool for a while, waiting for this weird heat wave to pass her by.  In the mean time, she had to occupy herself...
	Lyra let her claws wander down to her belly.  The warming water was causing her cunny to tingle.  She stroked the fur on her belly with her wing, down from bellybutton to the top of her mound, wishing she had someone to play with her.  She gently brushed a claw down her folds, teasing them, and shivered at the sensation.  She brought her other claw over to her clitty, and nudged it gently.  She moaned loudly into the silent darkness as she stimulated her little button.  After a few moments, it became oversensitive, and she had to leave it alone.  She took her two grasping claws on one wing and tweaked one of her nipples.  
	Lyra's claws were not well suited to the task of self pleasuring.  Or pleasuring anything, for that matter.  She sighed as she realized she didn't have access to any of her toys for that purpose.  Lyra recalled the sensation of having sex with someone she had loved very much.  She brought to mind the feel of his cock inside of her, the sensation of his knot plunging into her depths.  She imagined his dick, resting on her belly afterward, and she felt a weight on her, and when she opened her eyes, a crude silicon facsimile of a canine member had materialized on her stomach.  
	She picked it up and examined it with sound.  She could have and had done better, but this would do for now.  She rubbed her cunny with her magicked dildo, hot dogging the shaft between her folds.  She felt the smooth length grow slick with her arousal.  She kept at it for long enough to feel the first faint stirrings of orgasm, but she wasn't ready yet.  She pulled it away from her folds, and put it into her mouth.  She savored the taste of her own tangy fluids on it as she bobbed her head back and fourth on the toy.  
Lyra stopped tweaking her nipples and, grasping the toy with both hands, deepthroated the whole thing to the knot in one go.  She gagged, despite her long practice at suppressing it, her throat muscles seizing and clamping painfully down on it.  She quickly pulled it from her muzzle, throat now a little sore.
	Lyra returned the toy to her folds, and placed the tip at her entrance.  Her vulva quivered as she slowly began pushing it in.  She felt it pushing against her insides, and it set all her nerves on fire.  She pushed it in until the knot bumped her entrance.  She left it there a moment, squeezing down and feeling it fill her.  She pulled it out part way and thrust it back in.  She tickled the outside of her mound, occasionally brushing her clit as she pleasured herself on her toy, lovingly crafted from the memories of a lover.  She slowly thrust the toy back into herself, and moaned.  She steadily built up into a slow, deeply probing rhythm.  She felt her cunny stir again with the beginnings of orgasm, but she resisted the temptation to speed up.  It was difficult, but she new the reward would be great if she let it rise properly.  
	Lyra listened as the wet sounds of her pushing in and pulling out the dildo increased in volume, slurping as she got wetter than she had ever been before.  Her juices soaked her cunny, and her thighs.  It dripped down over her butt, and she could feel it squishing there, creating it's own stimulating sensations for her backdoor.  It trickled onto the claws holding her toy, making it difficult to maintain a proper grip.  With the next long slow push in, her claws did slip, and the toy got shoved in too hard.  She felt a twinge of pain as it hit her walls at an awkward angle, but then she felt the pleasure rise above it as she hit the razor thin edge before orgasm.  She went still.  Her chest heaved as she strained to try and hold back her pleasure, and for a second, it felt like she might fail.  Her cunny twitched, the warm water lapping at her folds, and the heat in her pussy peaking.  But finally, she overcame it and backed off precipice.  She felt so, so hot, and she wanted more.
	Breathing heavily, she removed the toy carefully from her tunnel so as not to orgasm, and brought it back to her mouth so she could again enjoy her tangy flavor.  But this time she didn't attempt to swallow it.  She licked it like a lollipop with her long tongue, even curling it all the way around the toy.  Cleaned of her flavor, Lyra brought it down to her anus.  It was still wet and slippery with the hot water and runoff from her pussy, and she used that to push the tip in.  She went at a much faster pace in her rump, ignoring her cunny altogether.  She reveled in the feel of the silicon toy rubbing against her intimate places, without fear that it might trigger an orgasm to soon.  She thrusted hard in and out clamping down on it and savoring the friction.  She kept going until her poor little pucker just couldn't take any more.  The knot on her toy popped into her and she let it rest there a few moments.
	Her cunny was leaking a constant stream of fluid, and she could feel the stirrings of orgasm returning once again.  She pulled the toy from herself and gave it a quick clean in the water of the pool.  She rested it on her tummy for a moment as she prepared for the final stretch.  Her cunny burned with an unnatural intensity, screaming for the release it had been denied now for the third time.  Lyra found herself huffing and puffing very hard.  She felt so hot, she was having just the slightest bit of difficulty breathing, but it only seemed to add to her excitement.  Lyra found herself so addled with lust and desire that she couldn't even process the fact she was now dimly able to she her dildo.
	Lyra tried to wait as long as she could, resisting the temptation to even start, knowing that she would not be able to stop once she started this time.  She had done too well cultivating the intense need she felt between her legs.  But she couldn't resist very long.  With trembling claws, Lyra picked up her dildo and lined it up carefully with her tunnel.  Her cunny was so sensitive now, every slight graze or touch of the toy to her folds sent shock waves of pleasure coursing through her over stimulated body.  She ever so gently touched the tip to her hole, and shivered, already on the verge of release.  She held it steady until it went away, then quickly pushed it all the way in.  Lyra's pussy exploded with sensation, and she came so hard, she could her the splatter of her cum hitting the water over a foot away.  Her walls convulsed with a strength great enough to force the toy part way back out of her.  She pushed it back in, and orgasmed a second time.  The first one hadn't even started to fade, and she was driven into the next.  Lyra moaned and whimpered piteously into the heated air, in the throes of the greatest pleasure she had ever experienced in her short life.  Her convulsions and impotent writhing caused the toy to begin slipping from her pussy once again.  Her pleasure finally began to fade, but she was not yet satisfied.  Her breathing labored, and muscles tired and sore from the exertion, she grabbed her toy and shoved it back into her cunny, forcing the knot into herself, holding it in place.  She screamed as her third, and most powerful orgasm yet washed over her.  She briefly thought she might be peeing, as her consciousness began to fade from the mind blanking pleasure she was feeling, but she was just cumming over and over and over.  She could feel her fluid gushing out over her claws, slicking them.

	Lyra was groggy, sore from head to footpaws, and most of all, she ached and burned from a painful and searing heat.  She opened her eyes.  Lyra suddenly realized it had continued to get even hotter while she had been playing with herself, and while she was passed out.  The water was incredibly hot to.  It was hotter than any hot tub she had been in.  The air was burning her lungs.  She also realized, with a start, there was light.  It was a dim and diffuse red glow, emanating from what looked like toaster filaments above her.  Then it clicked; she was in an oven!
	She was struck with shock, unable to believe that what she had thought was a pool was actually a meatloaf pan, on the edge of being boiled alive.  The red light continued to get brighter.  Another, brighter light came on above her, and in the distance, she made out a giant, brown furred face with the distinctive nose of a bat, just like hers!  She couldn't tell if she was just hallucinating from the heat, but if she didn't know any better, she would've thought that was herself she was looking at!  Lyra couldn't tell if her hitching breaths and sudden fatigue was from fear and shock, or the transition from moderate to severe heatstroke.  Either way, she felt her consciousness slipping away again, and with a final, searing hot breath-

	Lyra stood up and looked at the timer on the oven.  Another fifteen and a half minutes to go.  She turned the oven light back off and sat down at the small island counter to finish cutting up her fruit.  Lyra imagined the heft and feel of a knife, and channeled some of her innate magic.  With a little effort, she created a fine blade of air and began slicing fruit for her salad.  Half way through a pineapple, she lost concentration.  A strange and powerful twinge of heat and pleasure in her pussy made her blade of air burst, exploding the delectable ingredient.  Not knowing what the hell had just happened, she went to the sink and grabbed a sponge, cleaning her thighs, and the counter of the ruined remains of her favorite fruit.  Once she was done with cleaning, she refocused on making dinner.  She tried much harder to not lose concentration.  She would take care of her other hungers after dinner.  Nevertheless, her pussy throbbed something awful, and she could feel her juices occasionally drip from her folds.  It felt like she had gone into an early heat.  Smelled like it too.  The oven dinged just as she was finishing up cutting up a half melon.  She hurried to put her diced fruit into a bowl and grabbed a spoon for mixing. 
	Lyra opened the oven.  She concentrated hard, and slowly, carefully levitated the meatloaf pan from the oven and over to the island.  She looked down into it at the boiled bat inside.  She gingerly picked it up and placed it onto the cutting board.  She reformed her blade of air and diced it up.  Lyra put the pieces of diced bat into her salad and tossed.  Finally, pleased with her handy work, she took it into the dining room and set it between the two table settings- one for her, and one for her Dad.  
	He was already sitting there and once she had sat down, said, “Thanks for making dinner this evening, sweetheart,” and began scooping the bat laced fruit salad into his bowl.
	Lyra likewise helped herself to the salad.  She dug her spoon in and made sure to get a slice of bat.  She popped it into her mouth and swallowed.  'Mmm,' she thought.  'Just like Mom used to make.'

	Lyra woke up.  Her dream had been so vivid, it took her a moment to realize where she was.  She was in her room, seated at her alchemy table and slumped over it with her face pressed into her potions book, drooling heavily.  Lyra sat up, unsticking the pages of her potions book from her face.  She felt awful.  She was drenched in sweat, had a horrible, bitter taste in her mouth, had a serious head ache, and the munchies from hell.  Her abdominal muscles were cramping, like she had just gone through an intense core workout.  Her cunny and the chair she was sitting on were both soaking wet with her juices.  It would surely take a couple days to dry out properly, or possibly even need a reupholstering.  The rough fabric of her chair rubbed her overly sensitive pussy obscenely, making her feel like she did during the fading burn of an ending heat.  She tenderly touched her sex.  Big mistake.  She went into an instant orgasm, painful in it's intensity.  She came all over the chair, and she reflexively echoed.  Lacking any kind of conscious control, the magic that pervaded her entered her voice and caused her to blow a hole clear  through the wall opposite the alchemy table, wood, pipes, electrical cables and all.  Even the iron rebar had been sheared cleanly through by the force.  She could her her father yelling up the stairs, wondering just what the fuck was going on up there.  She could here him walking towards the stairs to investigate first hand.  She wasn't going to enjoy explaining what had just happened to the wall.  It would also be uncomfortable to explain her physical state and what she was making.  As she waited,  Lyra reached into the bottom drawer where she kept her favorite candy: Gummy Humans.  She munched a bunch, cramming as many as she could into her mouth and drooling over herself a little as she did so.
	On the bright side, she was well on her way to making a libido enhancing potion.  It was unfortunate that she had to use herself as a guinea pig for it, but the ingredients were all fairly benign.  She had just tested the peyote, sassafras, and maca extracts that made up the main active ingredients.  It appeared to accomplish the task marvelously.  Now she just had to find the right ingredients to moderate the intended effects and oblate those nasty side-effects.