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Cynder's long, sharp nails drummed an uncertain, plinking staccato upon the glass of the bottle she held in her hands. Her brow furrowed slightly, betraying her sudden twinge of consternation. The night before, she'd had another one of those dreams again... fire, pain, and death, all by her hand, none by her will. She awoke that morning, feeling like gravity had tightened its tethers on her... and a tingling within her that had only grown throughout the day. Shame like a pit in her stomach weighed against an excitement in her heart, mixing like the ingredients of the potion she'd brewed, and heated by a fire from much lower inside her...
Part of her still couldn't believe this was how she had succumbed to coping with herself, but this was nonetheless how she had conditioned herself, like one of Pavlov's dogs, except her mouth wasn't the only part of her salivating...
She swallowed. The tip of her tongue teased her lips. Experimentally, she moved the bottle closer to her mouth. On instinct, she gasped; her pupils dilated as if she'd spotted a purple gem cluster, and her heart fluttered in anticipation. For the briefest of moments, she'd even felt free of the weight of her guilt.
Her expression hardened with intend. She needed this. She deserved this.
The potion bottle drew slowly but steadily to her face, and slowly Cynder shut her eyes, as if dreamily drawing closer to the face of a lover. Their lips met, and she drank deeply as they kissed, savoring the rich taste of blueberries. She felt a rush of excitement, like the first moment of every flight when her wings beat and gravity's hold slipped, tipping the bottle up over her and surrendering herself further to its contests as they flowed down her throat, until all it's contents were within her.
Cynder licked her lips, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiled. She set the glass down on the hardwood surface of her mixing table. Already, she could feel her own stomach acting as a caldron, and the chemicals within triggering a magical reaction. If she wanted to back out now, she had seconds to expel it from her system. She then took about ten steps back, away from her work station, away from any tools, towards the center of the room and within a nexus of vanity mirrors she had placed along the walls. She disrobed of her unflattering lab coat, revealing black latex bracers around both her forearms, and tossed it towards the wall, hopefully far enough away that it wouldn't get stained, and admired herself with a healthy bit of egotism. Her otherwise slender figure was adorned with modest feminine curves, enhanced by the latex panties and a crop top that showed off every inch of cleavage, the straps reaching up towards her neck and terminating into a wide choker. They fit her like a second set of scales, save for the choker, which was ever so slightly too tight around her neck, subtly reminding her of its presences with every deepening breath, with every pulse of her quickening heart, teasing, titillating, tormenting, tantalizing her with independence and imprisonment.
She afforded herself a cocksure smirk and bashful smile as the warm light from the fires atop the candles, under the caldron, and the lanterns above danced across her pristine body. She really did look good. She'd be almost fretful of losing this figure, if what it wasn't about to blossom into wasn't so much more... juicy.
The potion felt like it was boiling inside her by now, it's warmth spreading to every limb, tickling under every scale. A noise escaped her mouth, a chuckle fused from embarrassment and excitement as she watched the tip of her muzzle turn blue.
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