Braealyn's Blacksmithy and Forge

Clang... Clang... Clang...

The impish, lavender skinned creature works the forge hard, working the metals allocated from the witches of Lavanya Village. Braealyn ran the blacksmithy most of the week usually in the evening hours, but her mornings were typically working at pub, running two businesses as a Snark in the Valley of the Famine Beasts wasn't an easy task, especially around witches who'd like to take the opportunity to peck at your brain and see how you ticked... literally.

All the while, she had to stay in her 'taller' form, to avoid being eaten by the plethora of cats or the few nekomimi witches here. "Gods I hate cats..." she sighed, sneezing before the gold ingot she was about to work on slipped from her hands and into her apron! "Ooooh!" Brae gasped!



She stood at her tallest about 3'5. She however packed a chest that many of the witches envied. She sighed, as the hot ingot rested between her breasts at an awkward angle. Brae didn't have to worry about being scalded, she couldn't. She could be hit directly by magic flame or natural. It did nothing but make her naked, as her clothes would likely turn to ash if she wasn't wearing the apron at least. Her forge attire was this skimpy apron with a pair of boots and a loincloth, along with her cap and a pair of work gloves, belt for her tools, and cuffed brown boots and sometimes thigh high stockings if they didn't rip thanks to her shapely legs.

"I need to get out of this town..." she sighed, unsure if that was at all possible...

Suddenly, she heard the blast from a finger bone whistle! She covered her ears and shivered, her jiggly features shivering with her! "Damn I hate THOSE more than the cats!" She gasped, and took a look outside her forge. People were rushing for the town square, and they didn't look pleased. She ran back to the desk, grabbing the new rifle she was working on for Candi, and ran out to join the others. It beat working on Ushiko's nipple rings, the gold bar still wedged in front of her breasts as the 3'5 creature ran to the square to see what was the matter!

(to here... eventually )

Up above...

One of the Three had taken to the skies. The powerful witch, Medea Minerva was surveying the lands below upon her broomstick:



"This isn't good at all... the barrier has been compromised and isn't repairing..!" She gasped, her exposed blue eye glancing about. She couldn't see any sign of Samara nor Palu the other members of the 'Three' who were the village's defacto leaders for centuries. She could see that something was off by the pig farm, the nearby dairy barn on fire and the pigs looking far more massive than they normally were. "Oh dear..." she gasped as she watched the largest of them chasing an outsider into the city. She'd tend to that matter accordingly, right now she wanted to try and contain this madness and restore the barrier. For that she needed the aid of Elvira and Morticia, as well as the vampire witch Samara Widow. Elvira would be better suited, as she had been born with a greater aptitude for such things.

The wind rippled at her loose garments as Medea drifted down from the clouds above the blacksmithy, shooting a glowing blue ball of energy down upon what looked like squirming massive silk worms jutting out from the ground! "Domescan Silkworms? They're not from this region..." She pondered aloud, observing the scene below without much worry as she hadn't yet encountered any dangers in the sky.

Medea Minerva wrote:Up above...

One of the Three had taken to the skies. The powerful witch, Medea Minerva was surveying the lands below upon her broomstick:



"This isn't good at all... the barrier has been compromised and isn't repairing..!" She gasped, her exposed blue eye glancing about. She couldn't see any sign of Samara nor Palu the other members of the 'Three' who were the village's defacto leaders for centuries. She could see that something was off by the pig farm, the nearby dairy barn on fire and the pigs looking far more massive than they normally were. "Oh dear..." she gasped as she watched the largest of them chasing an outsider into the city. She'd tend to that matter accordingly, right now she wanted to try and contain this madness and restore the barrier. For that she needed the aid of Elvira and Morticia, as well as the vampire witch Samara Widow. Elvira would be better suited, as she had been born with a greater aptitude for such things.

The wind rippled at her loose garments as Medea drifted down from the clouds above the blacksmithy, shooting a glowing blue ball of energy down upon what looked like squirming massive silk worms jutting out from the ground! "Domescan Silkworms? They're not from this region..." She pondered aloud, observing the scene below without much worry as she hadn't yet encountered any dangers in the sky.

Even the skies above Lavanya weren't safe. The prophecy of the fall of the village was in full swing. Medea hadn't yet seen the danger in the air thanks to a gathering storm in the distance. Within the dark thunderheads, a winged serpent with glittering scales and colorful wings danced among the clouds. Its long, serpentine body belied a devastating hunger that drove the artificial lifeform to consume prey without regard for the ecosystems it might devastate.



And now its sights were upon the lovely witch hovering high above the village, her lovely body beckoning the flying serpent to digest her posthaste. With the grace and speed of a creature a quarter of its size, the fifteen foot long snake rocketed forward after Medea. It was propelled by its ability to control the winds and currents around its body, affording it unmatched superiority in air to air combat. Media had only moments before it was upon her despite the large distance between the two!

Yet the sound of its slobbering maw couldn't be masked completely, ringing through the air as a malevolent melody and a warning to all that it approached. The witch had only moments

Medea's thoughts were still occupied with the the going's on with those on the ground below her as she suddenly felt an odd sensation. Though she may be one of the three most powerful witches in Lavanya, let alone Galiavan, even those high in their power had their off days. "Hm-?" She hummed, rather nonchalantly as she glanced up to the sound of what she thought was a whirling gust of hot air, her left hand tucking back her pretty dark hair just as the tip of her broom connected with the lower lip of the gaping maw! She hardly blinked her pretty blue eyes as her curvaceous body which was riding the broom side saddle style tilted head first into the maw with such force she was thrown from the broom! Her head, shoulders, voluminous bosom and her wide waist was flung into the slimy jaws which then closed around the hapless elder witch's wide, child rearing hips!

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Medea's famed broom spiraled down like a maple leaf seedling, plopping into the streets of the witch village with a soft clack as the silhouette of the flying snake in the storm clouds above with its mouth full of a kicking and struggling witch was visible for all to see!

Oddly, Medea was calm as a cucumber, only stating: "Oh my..." As she felt the forked tongue curl around her bodacious frame; felt the tongue slither betwixt her thick and shapely thighs outside as she was pinned inside the beast's jaws and throat. She looked down the undulating abyss of its wide throat; and blinked as saliva ran across her curvy body...

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The witch seemed to be still unaware of her situation, of the growing danger as this dragon-kin beast had its lips curled around her nylon clad hips~ She gave a weak, barely noticeable 'struggle', a little theater to her long stretching legs that showed the vixen witch had some idea now what was going on, her flutter of her long and sexy legs almost erotic and playful as she gently moaned inside the mouth of the creature!

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"Ooooh, well, I don't think I've ever quite been taken by surprise in the skies before. That's on me I suppose~" Medea sighed, closing her eye as she wished she had the room to take out her pipe and light it. Maybe the stomach would offer such a chance she supposed, and decided to shift her weight upon the slimy interior of the snake dragon, her huge breasts dipping over the ledge of its throat dripping with slimy trails! "Such a naughty, hungry beast..." She cooed softly~

Medea Minerva wrote:Medea's thoughts were still occupied with the the going's on with those on the ground below her as she suddenly felt an odd sensation. Though she may be one of the three most powerful witches in Lavanya, let alone Galiavan, even those high in their power had their off days. "Hm-?" She hummed, rather nonchalantly as she glanced up to the sound of what she thought was a whirling gust of hot air, her left hand tucking back her pretty dark hair just as the tip of her broom connected with the lower lip of the gaping maw! She hardly blinked her pretty blue eyes as her curvaceous body which was riding the broom side saddle style tilted head first into the maw with such force she was thrown from the broom! Her head, shoulders, voluminous bosom and her wide waist was flung into the slimy jaws which then closed around the hapless elder witch's wide, child rearing hips!

---

Medea's famed broom spiraled down like a maple leaf seedling, plopping into the streets of the witch village with a soft clack as the silhouette of the flying snake in the storm clouds above with its mouth full of a kicking and struggling witch was visible for all to see!

Oddly, Medea was calm as a cucumber, only stating: "Oh my..." As she felt the forked tongue curl around her bodacious frame; felt the tongue slither betwixt her thick and shapely thighs outside as she was pinned inside the beast's jaws and throat. She looked down the undulating abyss of its wide throat; and blinked as saliva ran across her curvy body...

---

The witch seemed to be still unaware of her situation, of the growing danger as this dragon-kin beast had its lips curled around her nylon clad hips~ She gave a weak, barely noticeable 'struggle', a little theater to her long stretching legs that showed the vixen witch had some idea now what was going on, her flutter of her long and sexy legs almost erotic and playful as she gently moaned inside the mouth of the creature!

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"Ooooh, well, I don't think I've ever quite been taken by surprise in the skies before. That's on me I suppose~" Medea sighed, closing her eye as she wished she had the room to take out her pipe and light it. Maybe the stomach would offer such a chance she supposed, and decided to shift her weight upon the slimy interior of the snake dragon, her huge breasts dipping over the ledge of its throat dripping with slimy trails! "Such a naughty, hungry beast..." She cooed softly~

The intelligent serpent was somewhat baffled by the lack of struggle on Medea's part. It had been expecting more of a challenge from the mere presence she possessed, but it wouldn't have been the first time a seemingly challenging bit of prey went down without a fight. It retracted its fangs to avoid puncturing the head witch's flesh, preferring to digest its prey intact if possible.

It ran its forked tongue up her thick leg and then into her short skirt, slathering those voluptuous legs in serpentine drool. It hovered in the air, encircled by powerful winds that drew the storm ever closer to the village. The flying snake reared its head back to send Medea sliding all the way into its throat, its thin body clinging tightly to her own as she barely fought back.

She wasn't the first meal it had consumed that day either. Waiting deeper inside the stomach, a pair of unfortunate witches had been its first victims. Mercy's disappearance would have been a cause for concern were it not for the attack currently underway. She was the head of the Medical Corps and the most skilled healer in the village. Yet she and her student, a young elven maiden by the name of Winota, had been plucked out of the sky just before Medea. The two were unconscious and currently digesting, both buxom blondes soon to be joined by another victim.

Mercy:


Winota:


It was only a matter of minutes before the other two digested thought it remained to be seen what would become of Medea...

Medea's moans intensified as the monster's tongue slid across her fleshy legs; said legs kicking outside the draconic serpent's lips weakly and in a playfully manner yet. Her nylon clad legs hissing as they rubbed against one another, her boots sliding steadily into the large, salivating maw~

ULK... ULPP...



-GULP!

Medea's body became a shapely bulge at the base of the mythical creature's neck, which distended the scaly flesh down slightly before travelling down the tapered neck. Medea's curvaceous form vanishing as soon as her bulging body hit the thicker part of the feathered snake's body...

The beast seemed to sigh with satisfaction as she was sent to join her sisters inside its belly...

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Medea traveled downwards for a few minutes thanks to her curvy hips and breasts slowing her descent. As soon as she entered the belly however, she encountered a pair of familiar faces. "Ooh, seems I have company~" Cooed the Headmistress before she plopped down onto Mercy's chest, making the woman a curvy sammich!

She lifted the woman's head with a cute smirk, blinking her long lashes as she looked between Mercy and Winota. "I don't see Ushi with you two... I suppose that youngling's good at dodging dragons. Makes sense, she is a cow girl~" She cooed, before taking out her smoking pipe. "Hmmm... do you ladies got a light...?" She cooed, blinking her long lashes as she observed the situation in her head. I smell a Warlock... and something far more sinister. A dark entity. No... a pair of them. I sense a devil as well down there... interesting. Mayhap the legend was true after all~ She pondered as she pulled Winota from the acid pool. "Winoa dear, you're going to digest sitting like that~" She hummed, mispronouncing the poor elfling's name... again. "Mercy? Oh Mercy~" She hummed, blowing cool, magically icy air against Mercy's left ear.