More Than A Tool
by
Varien Quill

In this time and age, we can consider almost anything an art, not only turning canvas into masterpiece or sculpting a lifelike goddess of beauty. Doing something with love, care and extreme focus is enough to be a work of someone's genius, like cooking a fine meal or growing a bountiful tree with ripe fruits. Even alchemy and breeding.
And Erica was master of both.
The female sand cat whose fur blended perfectly with the Kingdom's warm environment treated her profession with care, knowing that only she can do an extremely important job that will not only change lives of her country she served, but maybe the entire continent as well. And nothing could stop her from achieving her goals.
She wasn't an alchemist that would seek the legendary Stone that would turn copper into gold. Or an evil artisan who wanted power, using various powerful potions and poisons. While the feline woman didn't look for the potion of youth either, she still wanted to serve life itself. To preserve it. And not by creating infamous homunculi too.
Her workshop didn't look like a stereotypical alchemy lab, filled with choking smokes and intoxicating fumes. It looked more like a room of a botanist or medic, filled with different plants and containers with colorful powders. One flower could be mistaken for a palm tree, because of its height and massive leaves. It was one of Erica's many achievements.
The alchemist slightly raised her hand, making the silky dress flow with her discrete movements. That would be mistaken for a mystical dance. Each motion was fluent, far from being obnoxious unlike other alchemists who were stiff from decades of hard work. Even without the audience, every move had its purpose, treating the potion crafting as something divine.
But Erica wasn't alone.
Sedary the black dragon knew when he could speak, so even if he was summoned here half an hour ago, he patiently waited as his mistress would eventually talk to him, explaining what they needed him for. The winged male wore only tight, leather underwear, outlined by his rather impressive looking, soft cock and a sack of two large, meaty gems beneath it. The many scars on his almost naked body reminded him of many previous errors in his behavior. While Erica wasn't a sadist, she somehow had to teach the dragon pup a lesson or two.
While waiting, Sedary noticed something, or rather someone, who wasn't here before his last visit. Not only the cage was a recent addition to the workshop but also it wasn't empty either. A female zebra, gagged and chained, wiggled in small spaces, sometimes looking at the dragon with a silent begging. But he couldn't do anything about it, even if he wanted to. All the species considered as prey didn't have city rights, or even any of them. He didn't remember any of the lower species who could be someone more than just a slave or cannon fodder.
"Take off your garments." Erica eventually said, but still not turning to her draconic servant. She was warming up the liquid in one of the flasks, distilling some of the unwanted ingredients of it. It was the last step to creating something that would end as another achievement, a jewel in her crown of royal alchemist.
Dragon didn't even question her request, knowing her well. Just an order, nothing else. He swiftly pulled down his leathery prison, releasing his heavy sack and hardening shaft for everyone to see. But obviously, nobody was impressed in this room, for obvious reasons, since the alchemist was clearly too busy and the zebra had more important things on her mind at the moment.
After eventually finishing the potion, she picked it up before passing it to the dragon. It wasn't the first time for the lizard, since the feline captured him to become her handler.
"Drink this to the last drop." She said it bluntly, not even looking into his eyes. He was more like a tool. A thing just like her flasks or mortar. While he started emptying the vessel, the canine approached the cage, eventually opening it and taking the naked zebra out.
Sedary watched as his mistress removed the chains of the weakened prey who couldn't even try to escape her fate. The gag stayed there, since they probably wouldn't understand the poor woman either.
The potion had a strange, soapy smell and taste to it, with a consistency of a male jizz. It even looked like it. Dragon wondered if only flowers and other plants were used to make such a concoction. But he couldn't complain.
Zebra wiggled, but even a rather petite built feline had no problem with keeping her in place, before raising one of her legs, guiding it towards Sedary's crotch. The dragon raised his brow, while mistress only snorted.
"Don't make such a puzzled look, pup. Just stand still and let the science work." She hated when anyone called her work magic, since it wasn't anything comparable to sorcery. But the dragon knew that already.
While the zebra's toe got past the lizard's foreskin, poking the entrance to his urethra, some unknown power caught it with ease like a hungry predator. Erica might still call it scientific experiments, but clearly something sinister was behind these forces. The black-and-white striped woman panicked, making incomprehensible noises through her gag, while something unknown started sucking her in, not caring that her body was not much smaller than his.
All three of them could only wait and watch as the prey shook violently, not able to escape her fate. After the whole of her right leg entered the now violently stretched and massive shaft, the alchemist quickened the process, shoving the rest of the zebra's body forward towards the inevitable fate.
Dragon painted audibly, miraculously not feeling any pain at all, like it made his organs out of rubber and something was stretching it with little to no difficulty. Feeling remorse, he almost tried to stop his mistress, but quickly remembered other instances when he tried to change the course of her actions. All for the naught.
The black scaled handler turn his head, not wanting to look into woman's eyes full of shock and terror, feeling how his sack was getting filled with her flesh, swiftly turning into liquid. And just like that, she was gone, and it filled the room with silence and delicate aroma of flowers and herbs. It was strange, because Sedary was positive; those scents weren't present before.
"Good. Now for your task, dragon pup. The ambassador of mountain people is waiting for her treatment. Don't fail me and make me proud. You'll find her in the east wing of the palace, we already alerted guards about your arrival." She explained to him, demanding to make haste.
"And don't bother with your garments. These are obviously too small." She added, seeing that dragon looked at the piece of clothing beside him. Looking at his gigantic so-called tools, no clothing would be suitable for such size. Saying no word, the dragon left the room, bowing to his mistress, before hyperventilating outside the workshop. Such madness!

*****

The guest room wasn't a typical bedroom, compared to other spaces inside the royal palace. Out in the open, with its own garden, pool and fresh fruits to gnaw on. Since the canine ambassador came from snowy mountains, the emperor did everything to make their guest as comfortable as possible. But she didn't come here to feel content, but to fulfill her duty. And in return, get something that hopefully will bond their nations together for years to come.
Silver wolf wore silky, completely translucent, showing all of her delicious, full and hefty parts of a prestigious body. While she didn't get this position just because of her looks, it indeed helped a lot to get the job done.
She idly nibbled on fresh dates, which taste was almost intoxicating, being accustomed to dried up versions in her country. Obviously, it wasn't even a part of the reason she came here.
The wolfess raised her head, eventually noticing the black dragon, also completely exposed. A toothy smirk appeared on her snout, while they could see a predatory glint in her eye.
"Well, well, well. What did the cat bring?" It was her favorite quote, even if definitely overused. With the gesture of her claw finger, she made him come closer, while fixated on the lower half of his muscular body. This will definitely be interesting, she thought to herself.
Suddenly, it hit her.
The subtle, flowery scent that Sedary felt before leaving the workshop, apparently, was coming out of his shaft, or his now hefty jewels. He treated it as a simple side effect, but clearly there was much more to it. Wolfess opened her maw, showing a plethora of razor-sharp teeth, ready to attack.
Canine ambassador pounced from her couch, digging claws into his flesh between hard scales. Not too deep to hurt him, especially when he had worse injuries. Dragon yelped, collapsing on the cooled down floor while wolfess was taking deep breaths, drooling onto his dark body.
Annoyed by her own clothing, the ambassador ripped her dress apart, which revealed the already exposed curves of the strong woman. Her hefty thighs could break the skull of any prey in the kingdom and her bosom could suffocate any unlucky, or lucky soul who would dare to burrow his face in her heavy, plump and fluffy tits.
It was unlike her, acting like a rabid dog who didn't taste flesh for weeks. She was usually subtle and romantic, hoping for a slow night with a servant, just like she promised it. But his powers intoxicated her. Took advantage. Broke her completely, turning into sex craved monster.
After finally noticing his rock hard shaft, now pulsating near her full thighs, wolfess raised her sizable body to eventually engulf his throbbing cock inside her silky, warm entrance, howling with satisfaction when it filled up her tunnel. Dragon groaned as well, surprised how hot it was, but also tight and soft at the same time. While contradictory, it was exactly what he felt.
Wolfess bounced her whole body against his, occasionally hitting his face with bountiful, fur lined breasts, teasing his scales with hard, fleshy nipples.
Feeling many, powerful emotions, the ambassador slumped her teeth into the dragon's neck, while scraping his chest with sharp claws, drawing some blood. While Sedary wasn't afraid of more scars, he really wanted to come out of this alive, but still succumbing to her wishes, not even able to be disloyal to his mistress.
Wolfess jumped up and down his gigantic pole, feeling the tip audibly kissing her cervix, hoping that he will eventually fill her up with potent seed. She felt his massive jewels against her plump buttocks, like a fine silky cushion, before deciding to finish this. With one strong motion, she forced the whole cockhead deep inside her, howling again with bliss, being stretched out by such a stud. A noble! A god!
The tip of his rigid shaft almost got past her cervix, suddenly shooting thick ropes of seed, mixed with previously drank potion and consumed zebra. He couldn't stop filling her up, bloating her belly to a larger size, like he impregnated her on the spot. Her groans escaped the room, spreading all across the gardens, being ignored by other servants and guards, already knowing what was going on.
Both of them were wheezing, before wolfess eventually collapsed on the floor, clutching her now massive stomach, full of bliss and content. The dragon, risking punishment, entered the pool with still cold water, trying to ease the pain. But knowing the mistress, she always turned the blind eye, after Sedary fulfilled his duty, making her proud.
And proud she was, after hearing the news.