Commission (and short story) from the incredible EveAra, featuring Jehauri and her friend Featherscale, a huge, curvy, dangerous dragoness with a lewdly ravenous pussy that always gets what it wants. Many thanks to Eve for doing such an amazing job, and to Featherscale for letting me borrow her character (though it certainly looks like she's doing a little "borrowing" of her own...)

This is the nonfatal version where the jackalvix ends up an egg rather than a puddle... though it's likely Featherscale is going to be a bad influence on her soon-to-be dracovix "daughter".

Eve's description:
Jehauri stepped outside for a breath of fresh air, clad only with a sunny smile and her favorite purple sweater, bottom as bare as could be.

Alas, a shadow fell upon her face, wilting her jubilant expression. She didn’t even need to look up to know who it was.

Drops fell upon her head, not rain, but juice from a monstrous, slavering pussy looming above, its owner a massive scaly draconic.

The jackalvixen barely had time to gasp before it was upon her, flexing, grasping, soaking her sole garment in a matter of moments. Walled in by enormous, pale green thighs as they kneeled around her, there was no chance of escape, not when her head was already wrapped in a muscular tide of pussyflesh.

Jehauri flailed as her assailant, Featherscale, toyed with her, flexing, lifting her off the ground with the sheer tensile strength of her vagina, completely hands-free. Her body slurped and slithered upwards, reduced to a conduit for escaped juices as her legs kicked and splattered them everywhere.

Featherscale massaged herself, crooning as he let her nethers do all the dirty work. Jehauri was completely helpless to the motions of her predatory equipment. It was powerfully tight, its motions ravenous. Every so often there would be a slight pause,almost as if she was going to slip out, but then another contraction as she was pulled up again, further and further. Was it savoring her?

As the lips clapped and sealed around her footpaws, only the last of her tail remained, wagging defeatedly, heavy with fluid. The jackalvixen hadn’t made any plans for today, but it seemed that her fate was sealed whether she wanted it or not. Featherscale’s womb awaited her pleasure, and she would have to make the most of it.

*

Jehauri filled Featherscale’s womb. It cradled her, feeling somewhat like a friendly, albeit possessive, embrace. The jackalvixen began to entertain the idea that she would just be held for a little while, and be released, it felt relatively comfy, if a bit too wet. However, she felt weakness seep into her limbs. She felt the fibers of her sweater come loose and fall away. A deep tingle set into her and she felt the draconic clench tight all around her as she orgasmed from the joy of taking her. Somehow, it echoed inward, and Jehauri climaxed too, an awareness of her captor’s body strangely seeming to leech into her very soul.

All around her, the liquid all around her seemed to thicken, until it became a membrane, clinging all around the trapped jackalvixen. A prison within a prison? The tingling intensified, and the sensation of overlap did as well. Her body felt strange, as if it was being pressed and deformed like fresh clay.

“Sleep, my lovely,” Featherscale’s voice whispered in Jehauri’s drifting mind. “A new day and a new purpose awaits”

The jackalvixen had no choice to obey, as the membrane sealed tighter around her, hardening, closing her off into a dark world within a world, Featherscale’s presence her only link back to life.

*
Some time later, Featherscale crouched down, rubbing at her slit until the folds slid outward and into prominence. With a twitch, her womb opened up, yielding its newly formed treasure, a beautiful blue-green egg, glimmering as it entered the world, landing gently between the draconic’s spread talons.

She admired her handiwork as it sparkled, the same exact color as the former jackalvixen’s eyes. She could not wait for it to hatch!

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