Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

 

 

 

Mercy was a witch. And witches brewed. This was an inescapable fact of life. If she wasn’t brewing, what was she doing with herself? Sure, she could go and cast spells instead, but that was more of a sorceress thing. There was just one minor issue… when you brewed, you needed ingredients. And ingredients were always so damn expensive!
 
Huffing, Mercy looks between her cookboo- err, her ALCHEMY TOME and her cauldron again. She knows she probably should have checked the ingredients list against her current stock before she started. Obviously, that was basically Witch 101. But she wasn’t some novice who needed to do that sort of thing! She had plenty of experience under her belt, even if she didn’t look the part of an old hag like many of her contemporaries.
 
The more experienced you got, the less you were supposed to have to worry about things like this, but here Mercy was, having made one teensy, tiny mistake. And unfortunately she was already mid-brew, so it wasn’t like she could pop over to the Witches R’ Us in the next dimension over to pick up her missing ingredient. Plus, they would charge her out the ass for it because it was classified as a ‘Special Ingredient’.
 
Groaning, Mercy rubs her face with her hands for a moment, trying to come up with a solution that won’t result in her wasting all the ingredients she’d already invested, and also won’t result in her paying an arm and a leg. Finally… it hits her.
 
Perking up, Mercy spins away from her bubbling cauldron and pulls out her wand. Flicking it through the air, the blonde witch quickly places a ‘call’ to one of her neighbors. Fortunately, the dear isn’t sleeping for a hundred years this time around, so the call goes through rather quickly.
 
“Yes? What is it, Mercy?”
 
“Symmetra! Wanna come over to my place?”
 
“… Why?”
 
“I was hoping we could brew and chill for a little bit!”
 
“… I’ll be right there.”
 
The ‘call’ ends and Mercy barely has time to grin in satisfaction before dragonfire flares up over on her teleportation pad and Symmetra appears in all of her draconic glory. The dark-skinned dragon, with her horns curved along the top of her head and her wings hooked like a skirt around her waist, steps down off of the teleportation pad with a notable sway to her hips as she narrows her glowing orange eyes in Mercy’s direction.
 
“You better not be fucking with me, Mercy.”
 
Giggling, Mercy clasps her hands behind her back and shimmies back and forth.
 
“Well now, coming the fast way Symmetra? Someone must be a little… pent-up.”
 
With a growl, Symmetra flares her wings open and lets her massive futanari draconic cock flop out from behind the insubstantial cover, her huge ridged, dark dick twitching and already leaking a bit of precum as she stands there with her hands on her hips and huffs.
 
“Get over here already you teasing bitch.”
 
But Mercy shakes her head.
 
“No, no! You get over here! I need dragon cum for my latest potion, so the next two loads at least need to be deposited in the cauldron! And don’t start with your pouting or all that ‘I’m just using you for ingredients again’ bullshit! We both benefit from this and you know it!”
 
There’s a pause as the futanari dragon woman looks like she dearly wants to say exactly that. But in the end, Mercy has her by the balls and they both know it. Huffing out a puff of smoke, Symmetra stomps over to stand beside Mercy’s bubbling cauldron, while Mercy drops down to her knees and takes off her wide-brimmed witch’s hat, setting it aside while grinning up at Symmetra.
 
“See? I remember the hat getting in the way last time! I CAN learn!”
 
Growling lustfully, Symmetra places her clawed hand down atop Mercy’s blonde hair, sliding her fingers along the witch’s scalp.
 
“Shut up and suck it, witch bitch. Don’t even know why I’m friends with you honestly.”

Rather than respond with words, Mercy responds with actions. Opening her mouth to the point that it looks like she’s unhinged her jaw, the witch wraps her arms around Symmetra’s waist and dives forward, taking that hulking, massive, throbbing dragon cock right past her lips and down the back of her throat without hesitation. There’s no gagging or choking either as Mercy continuously swallows, massaging Symmetra’s futa shaft with her throat and tongue.
 
“… Oh yeah, that’s why.”
 
Groaning, Symmetra throws her head back, her entire body shuddering at Mercy’s enthusiastic technique. Of course, the dragon woman can’t control herself for long, especially where her witch best friend is concerned. It’s only a little while more before Symmetra growls and begins to hump her hips into Mercy’s face, turning the deep throating into a face fucking in short measure. As Mercy stops being in control of the movement, she also loses control over suppressing her gag reflex, causing her gagging and gurgling noises to fill the air.
 
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
 
Not that she seems to mind all that much. If anything, the witch clings onto her draconic best friend all the more, her gurgling having a happy tone to it as she throats Symmetra’s futa cock and her eyes roll half up in her head. However, even as Symmetra is face fucking her into oblivion and Mercy is losing oxygen, the witch never once takes her eye off the prize… namely, the bubbling cauldron next to them.
 
Panting heavily, bouncing her ball sack off of Mercy’s chin again and again, Symmetra finds herself getting closer and closer by the second. It was just like Mercy had said… the futanari dragon was pent up. More than pent up, she was backed up.
 
“Getting… close!”
 
Hearing this, Mercy doesn’t hesitate to pull back. For a moment Symmetra’s claws scrape against Mercy’s scalp and tighten their hold on her hair, as though the dragon intends to force Mercy to swallow. But she remembers herself at the last second and regains her self-control, allowing Mercy to pull off of her cock completely.
 
Eagerly, Mercy climbs to her feet, turns them both to face the cauldron, and grabs hold of Symmetra’s massive cock, stroking it with both hands right over the cauldron’s lip. Groaning in response, Symmetra doesn’t last much longer before she begins to cum… and cum… and cum.
 
Okay, so maybe she was REALLY backed up. Either way, she positively FILLS the cauldron with dragon cum, the special ingredient that Mercy needed for the potion she’s brewing. By the time it’s done, the contents of the cauldron are whiter than anything else, with the dragon cum having just kept coming for ages.
 
“Huh.”
 
Symmetra’s lidded orange eyes, filled with momentary satisfaction and satiation, glance over at Mercy as she considers the cauldron for a moment. Then, the witch turns to Symmetra with a sheepish laugh as she rubs the back of her head.
 
“You know… I think that was all I needed, Symmy! Thanks for your help, but I won’t need another load after all!”
 
The futanari dragon woman might have accepted that and gone away if it wasn’t for two things. One, she could see the sly look in her witch friend’s eyes and knew Mercy was being honest but ALSO fucking with her. Two, she was really, REALLY backed up.
 
“No. I was promised at least two goes.”
 
“That’s not what I said at all Sym-eeeee!”
 
Without hesitation, Symmetra grabs Mercy and yanks her up into the air. Knowing that the other woman has repair magic that can mend her clothes right up, she doesn’t hesitate to tear the crotch out of the leotard that the witch is wearing. Then, turning Mercy around so her back is to Symmetra’s chest, the dragon proceeds to do what she wants… and that’s impaling Mercy’s sopping wet cunt upon her cock, right there over the witch’s bubbling cauldron.
 
“Oh FUCK!”
 
Mercy immediately squeals and squirts into the cauldron, her eyes crossing as she takes that humungous futa dragon dick up inside of her. Her walls stretched wide, her belly bulging with Symmetra’s length, and her womb taking the pounding of a lifetime in the process, Mercy gurgles and shudders.
 
Symmetra just chuckles… and then she starts to move. Bouncing Mercy up and down on her cock, fucking her right there in a standing position as Mercy moans wantonly and squeals some more.
 
“Y-You’re such a big meanie, Symmy! A-Always… taking more than your share!”
 
Huffing, Symmetra shakes her head.
 
“I know what I was promised, witch bitch. Besides… I’m a dragon. Everything belongs to me. You should be lucky you get a share at all.”
 
Not that Symmetra minded giving Mercy her cum. Sure, dragon cum was a very expensive special ingredient that the futa dragon woman could technically have charged through the nose for. Not just to solitary hedge witches living out in the middle of nowhere like Mercy was either. If she wanted to, she could have sold her seed to Witches R’ Us for a ton of gold and made a killing doing it.
 
Or rather, she could have if Witches R’ Us wasn’t run by corporate fucks who made even Symmetra’s hoarding problem look like no big deal. That was part of why she was so backed up in the first place, because the tentative deal that she’d had with the organization had fallen through after they decided to cut costs and stopped sending her virgin sacrifices to collect the cum every month.
 
Instead, they’d wanted Symmetra to come in to one of their facilities, where the seed would be extracted by a machine. Fuck that. Fuck them. Symmetra didn’t care if it was ‘the future’ or some bullshit like that. She didn’t care if she was ‘stuck in the past’ or a traditionalist standing in the way of progressive corporate policies!
 
She didn’t even need the fuck toys to be virginal! She’d offered that as a potential compromise. Just send some intern or secretary over to her lair and she’d fuck them too, no matter how slutty they were. But no, the corpo big heads at Witches R’ Us had flat out refused to deal! They were trying to wait her out!
 
All of this was to say… yes, Symmetra could have charged Mercy for this ‘service’. But they both knew that they were both getting a whole lot out of this deal. Pounding Mercy’s gushing, squirting pussy down upon her draconic member, Symmetra felt like she was probably getting the most out of the deal, in fact. After all… the potion Mercy was brewing, and that Witches R’ Us wanted so much dragon cum to mass manufacture themselves… was literally just an energy drink.
 
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
 
The sounds of Symmetra’s cock squelching its way in and out of Mercy’s pussy as Symmetra’s massive ball sack swings up high enough to slap the moaning, groaning witch bitch on the clit are like music to the futa dragon’s ears.
 
Mercy, meanwhile, is cumming her brains out and squealing like nothing else, shuddering her way through orgasm after orgasm as Symmetra has her way with her. She was technically telling the truth about not needing any more of Symmetra’s cum for her potion. However, she liked to make her own special variety of the Witch’s Energy Drink that was five times as effective and twice as tasty!
 
That was why she didn’t mind Symmetra holding her over her own cauldron and fucking her senseless. All of their combined fluids squirting down into the cauldron itself are only adding zest to the eventual finished product!
 
Eyes rolling back in her head, Mercy loses complete track of time… until finally, Symmetra pulls out of her at the last possible second, signaling the end has cum. As she continues to hold Mercy aloft with the witch’s back against her breasts, Symmetra’s cock winds up pointing down into the cauldron, where it shoots another truly massive load. Legs spread apart in either direction, chest panting for breath, Mercy looks down to watch as Symmetra’s seed fills the cauldron all the way to the brim.
 
It stops just short of bubbling over though, causing Mercy to let out a small sigh of relief. Finally putting her down, Symmetra snorts as she steps away.
 
“Get what you wanted, witch bitch?”
 
Grinning wickedly at her friend, Mercy grabs up her stirrer and begins mixing the contents of the cauldron. This does cause a little bit to spill out, but that’s alright… every good brew has a LITTLE spillage. At the same time, Mercy thrusts out her now bared ass and wiggles it back and forth.
 
“Well~ I got what I wanted, draco-mommy. But have you gotten everything YOU wanted?”
 
“… I told you not to call me that.”
 
Pouting as she looks back over her shoulder at Symmetra, Mercy keeps stirring.
 
“I’ve gotta tend to the cauldron for the next hour but nothing says I can’t… multitask~ Keep me company?”
 
“Tch… fine.”
 
Needless to say, they fuck several times more before the cauldron full of Super-Charged Witch’s Energy Drink is finished.

 

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