I’ve found that my life of travels has only dramatically increased since the world has come to know who I am. So many different places sing my praises and ask me to come visit, and many more seem like they want me to come back again and again. This, of course, can become quite tiresome, as I’m just a little kobold who can only move so far on my own. Sometimes, I find myself needing a rest, and even in that rest, there are people who recognize me and seek to bother me.
Sometimes, I just need a vacation, even if it's from my vacation.
One of the stops I like to take is the Dragon’s Nest Inn, home of a wonderful and matronly dragon named Marcine. Upon my first visit there, I paid her back by relieving her tired breasts by consuming her milk. It was an entirely wonderful experience, and one that I had written about in a previous journal entry of mine.
However, this time I came to her, I received a much more fantastic story to tell—one that many in the magical community might figure would be something quite impossible, and yet, here I am, recording my findings.
But, let me start from the beginning, and tell this tale from the start so that you, dear reader, might come to know about the wonders of a dragon’s womb.

It all began upon my arrival at the Dragon’s Nest. I skittered through the doors with my hood over my head, but even so disguised, I heard a rousing cheer from everyone.
“Tik Tik!” shouted the dragon mother from behind the bar. She stepped out from around it, arms open wide, and considerably thinner than the last time I had seen her.
“Marcine!” I squeaked, pulling my hood down, now that my identity was well and truly found out. “Tik Tik happy see you!”
“It’s been so long,” the dragon mused. “You’ve grown so much.”
“What? Tik Tik still short as ever.”
“No, no, I mean you look so much wiser. Please, sit down, have a drink.
Even as I climbed up onto the bar stool, the crowd turned their eyes toward me, as if they were all expecting something. Marcine filled something cold, white, and frothy from the tap and slid it over towards me. “House special,” she said, with a wink, and I gulped it down without a second thought.
Immediately, I was hit with the refreshing taste of a mother’s milk—something that was quite wonderful, if rare of a treat.
“Ah, still making milk?” I asked.
Marcine chuckled at that. “Oh, yes! I have a hungry mouth to feed of my own, but I certainly am a bit… over-productive. But my baby’s with daddy right now while I work.”
“Ah, ah, Tik Tik see.” I contemplated the flat tummy of the motherly dragon. “Tik Tik thought Marcine like be pregnant. No have new baby yet?”
She shrugged at that. “Eh, I thought I’d take a little break and focus on the child I do have, buuut…” she looked around the tavern and then pressed her hands against the bar, leaning in, whispering to me “I do have something that you might be interested in if you want to follow me back to my room again after I’m done my shift tonight.”
I shuddered at that whisper. There’s a wonder to it, and the idea of being alone with Marcine again did bring up some forms of delight.
I enjoyed my drink and found myself as much of a quiet spot as I could for the remainder of Marcine’s shift, diligently working on chronicling my previous adventure and trying to keep myself from being too distracted by friends and callers in the interim.
When we finally were alone in her chamber, she undid her clothing, shedding the trappings and showing off all of her beauty and scaled glory. She fluttered her eyes over at me, a smirk quirking up from the corner of her mouth. “You won’t be needing your cloak or your clothes,” she said, a bit of a chuckle in her voice.
I let out a low moan, unable to control myself. I had been so tired, and yet, seeing her like this sparked my imagination and my delight, and soon, I was nude before her. “What can do for you, Mommy Marcine?”
Marcine plopped herself on the bed, spreading her legs wide, giving me a view of her delightful sex and her bountiful breasts, all right there for me to see. “Well, today, we’re going to try something a little different, if you’re up for it.”
I licked over my mouth. “Does Mommy Marcine want something a little more sexy this time? Tik Tik happy to give.”
“Hm…, well, you might find something sexy about it, maybe,” Marcine replied, “but you look like you can really use a rest, Tik Tik.”
I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yes, yes, Mommy Marcine right. It very tiring and Tik Tik do want rest, but everyone see Tik Tik and everyone want talk or fuck Tik Tik. Tik Tik just want break.”
“Well, have I got the offer for you. You ever think about your time back in your eggshell?”
“Tik TIk no remember that far,” I replied truthfully. “So much memory, yet nothing back then. Comfy, probably, but wanted to stretch out and see world.”
Marcine giggled. “Oh, of course. Well, other creatures don’t get to feel what it’s like in an egg. For example, my baby had a live birth. Everyone who leaves my womb does.”
“Everyone?” That word was curious to me, indeed. “How many babies Mommy Marcine have?”
“Well, not all who leave are formed inside me,” she said this, patting her tummy. “Some crawl inside, and they have the most magical of experiences. I’m offering you an experience like that yourself. What do you say?”
What exactly could I say? I had heard tales of dragons who participated in live birth, as Xasandra had offered to various followers, but as a kobold, I had never thought about how that could actually feel. I was hatched, not born. My escape from whatever female lay me was not the beginning of my life, but the next stage of gestation. To me, the idea of popping out fully formed from the womb was an alien concept, let alone being inside someone and to participate in the ritual of prenatal existence with a partner.
“Mommy Marcine,” I began, lingering on the idea that those words would soon prove to be more than just a sign of endearment. “Tik Tik no ever try this. Might be scary.”
Marcine smiled down at me, and she reached down, patting me on my head and scratching behind my horns. Immediately, I felt the anxiety flow away from me. “Don’t worry, baby. This will be just fine, and you’ll not have to worry about anything for a good, long while. Just enjoy the fun you’ll have and then enjoy the vacation I am going to provide you.”
I chirped in response, and stepped forward. She spread her legs apart and lay down on the bed, resting the back of her head upon her palms. “Alright, Tik Tik dear. Whenever you’re ready, come on in.”
I licked my mouth. How could I go in? Marcine was nowhere near big enough for me to fit inside, was she? Or, did she have such stretchiness that I could not even see before? I stepped forward, and I reached my hand out, sliding fingers over her slit, spreading the lips, and reaching my other hand inside.
Marcine sighs, and immediately, I felt the warmth from within her. I’ve placed my hand in many ladies before, but never this deep. I slipped in further, surprised that she didn’t seem to be hurt by the process. Soon, I got deeper, deeper, my shoulder inside of her, my cheek kissing her pelvis. That wouldn’t work quite, so I pulled myself back a bit and lowered my head. I nudged inside, and she yielded, taking me in deeper. With my head popped inside, the world around me was muffled by the warm darkness, but I could feel Marcine shift and sit up. She placed her hands upon my sides, lifting me up off of the ground, and she helped urge me along, sliding my body up inside of her.
It was a tight fit, to be sure, and I couldn’t control my descent inside of her warm and tight embrace, as one hand was above me and another was below me, but she let me go inside her, and I could hear her heavy breathing as she slid me along like some kind of giant toy. Yet, I did not sense any depravity in her. This gesture was purely loving. It was purely kind. Did she actually get sexual satisfaction from this? Or, is this some other kind of satisfaction?
It wasn’t long before she pressed her hands against the soles of my feet. I giggled and squirmed, but even with my moving around, she popped me in. And once fully inside of her, I felt a bit more spacious, if snug, deep inside of her. All around me, fluid rose up, covering my body, making me swim in a sloshing pool that was simultaneously nostalgic yet alien.
Once the fluid made it to my nostrils, my body reacted with a squirming panic. I was going to drown, no doubt! But, there came a voice, muffled, yet familiar. I could not hear what she was saying, but I knew from her comforting tone that Marcine was telling me not to worry.
I held my breath for the duration of what my little lungs could allow. Many trapmakers know the value of controlling one’s breath in the caverns of our home. After all, poisonous gasses abound, especially when we are the ones who set them up.
But, even as I curled up inside of her womb, floating in some unbreathable fluid, something happened that I could not fathom. Something from within her slid up along my leg. I twitched and shuddered, anticipating anything. Perhaps, an insertion like so many phallic objects before? But no, this passed my slit and moved up to the center of my underbelly. It poked against my scales, piercing through me. I gasped, but there was no pain. I panicked, but there was no suffocation. Instead, I could breathe! But it wasn’t through my mouth. No… the air, the nourishment, it all came from that tube, that… cord!
I often found the navels of mammals and other such creatures fascinating. These scars that are left behind from their time as a fetus became a point of arousal for many of their kind, a not-quite erogenous zone that many cultures were allowed to show off without any repercussions and the focus of many adolescent sexual attraction. But, it’s original purpose was something less lewd and more wholesome. It was a direct connection to the mother. It was a way for a woman to provide for her young without even knowing their name yet. And once I felt that connection for the first time in my life, I wondered how different kobold society would be if we shared that connection to the ones who laid us? Because after that fleeting moment of realization, all of my worries drifted away. I curled up inside of Marcine’s body. I wrapped my arms around my knees. I lowered my head, and I yawned, snuggling up in the suspension of liquid before I finally, and thankfully, drifted off to sleep.
There isn’t much that I could remember from my time inside of Mommy Marcine. I have to cobble together my loose recollections from the story that she told me after-the-fact. But, what I can say is that I became one with her in a way I never did before. After taking me inside, Mommy Marcine rubbed her stomach and sang a soothing lullaby to the little kobold inside her great big belly. I don’t know how long it was before her next shift, but by the time she returned, obviously pregnant, the regulars knew that Marcine was likely to get ‘knocked up’ again by her lover. Her and her mate, whom I have yet to meet, often have children together, and I’m far from the first passenger she has had. Many of the locals just chalk up her fecundity to being a dragon, as they never met another. And if they had, I’m sure they knew it wasn’t polite, nor safe, to call her out on her ‘deception.”
So, throughout my time inside, I would sometimes wake up, only to enjoy the nourishment of whatever healthy food that Maxine had or to hear Mommy Maxine laughing and joking with her clients. Her voice is so soothing from within. There is a magical property to it. The way it reverberates all the way through inside this womb.
And though I couldn’t move, I could feel some of her experiences while I was inside her. Taste the food she ate, feel the happiness she felt. Ah, if I could remember what it was like for my egg to be inside my own mother, what would I have felt? Perhaps, I should look into unlocking such mysteries in the future? What new insights might I gain from where I came from, from where I was first formed.
How long was I inside of Marcine? That is a question I could not answer on my own. While inside the womb, there doesn’t appear to be any time. Most creatures, when they are in utero, are unaware of even such concepts. And really, there’s no means to determine it. Back home, we used the light of the mushrooms to gauge the passage of time. But inside of a dragon, there is no sunrise or sunset, no mushdim or shroomglow. It is just warmth and it is just happiness.
What I can do, then, is recall a few more tales and give my thoughts on how I felt during them. For instance, there was a time where Marcine just lay on the bed, naked and happy to have a ‘baby’ filling her belly. “Oh, little Tik Tik,” she cooed, rubbing her baby bump with her gentle, yet strong hands. “You’re so beautiful inside me,” she sighed, feeling me stir in my dreamless sleep. “I hope you’re cozy and comfy in there and that nothing can ever harm you.” She sighed, running one hand up along her body, caressing  herself. “And I’m so ready to feed you once you get out. It’s such a lovely time mm… to rejuvenate and be reborn…”
And there are other times, like on nice little strolls through the forest, getting back to nature as she holds onto her belly. With each step, I gently bounced inside her, but she kept a hold on her belly to make sure I wasn’t jostled too much. After all, it wouldn’t do if she was going too fast. But the gentle rocking of her body and the sloshing of the fluid around me kept me calm even in my times of wakefulness where I wondered just what else that Mommy Marcine had planned for me.
And one of those times was for a lovely bath. She may have had it with her mate, but the two were so careful to just lay together against the edge of the tub, letting the magically-heated bubbles rise up around her. I heard those bubbles making gentle pops around me, warming up my mommy’s belly even more. It was so warm, and so cozy, at that point, I did not feel the desire to ever escape. It was where I needed to be. It was where I always wanted to be.
Mommy Marcine and her mate were so gentle and loving as well. After washing off, they would lay down on the bed. How flexible was my mommy that she was able to bend forward and whisper straight into her belly. “I love you, little baby Tik Tik” she cooed, then pressed a kiss to her scaled belly.
Her mate would also place kisses as well, and they weren’t the only ones. Sometimes, she’d let strangers come up to touch her and feel the life growing and recuperating within her. EAch time, I would feel that love radiating into me. I would stir and sometimes, I would kick as I awoke, my eyes seeing nothing, but my heart feeling the love.
Then, there would be a squeal or a giggle from outside. “Ah, I felt the baby,” one would say, but then give Marcine a wink. “Quite a big one you got this time, Marcine.”
Marcine chuckled. “Oh, yes, indeed. I think I’m going to have quite the baby. She’s gonna be a smart one, too!”
“Oh, I’m sure,” the clairvoyant said, giving Marcine a wink. “That’s an amazingly cute relationship you have with the wizard, you know.”
Marcine’s smile would only grow. “Oh, yes, quite cute, indeed.” She says, patting and caressing herself. That drove me back to sleep, indeed once more.
But, all things must come to an end, and even when retreating from the world, life wishes to exist. Life wishes to be born. So, I stirred and I kicked, and I stretched and I yawned. Mommy Marcine must have felt it too, because I felt myself shift as she lay down as she had done a few times before. Maybe I could have counted the times she went to sleep to determine my place here, but it was so many times, and I slept so much myself.
My leg poked through, and the liquid burst out from Marcine. Her walls closed in around me, squeezing me, pushing me. I wanted to escape. I wanted to breathe air once more! So, I wriggled, and I struggled, and she pushed, and she roared. The process was about as long as it was going in, but when my head poked through and I cried out, coughing up the last of the material that made me breathe within her, I took my first gasp of fresh air and felt so entirely happy.
Soon, an arm poked out, and I grabbed the bedpost, pulling myself out of her and collapsing onto the ground by her bed.
I lay there, curled up, my cord popping out from its connection to me. I ran my fingers down my body, and there, in the center of my underbelly, was that telltale scar of birth—a navel. It is soft and sensitive, and so I kept my hands away from it as I stared around the room, gulping in air and then flopping onto my back.
Marcine stared off from over the bed, smiling down at me. “Hey there, baby. You came out a little quick. Are you alright?”
I gave Marcine the “okay” sign and flopped back to the ground. “H… how long.”
“Oooh, Tik Tik…. I was carrying you for a whole week.”
“A whole… w-week?” I gasped, picking myself up. “That long, but… Tik Tik no feel weak.”
“I took very special care of my darling baby while she was inside me,” Marcine says, cooing and scratching behind my horn. I closed my eyes and chittered at the feeling. Marcine’s voice, Mommy Marcine’s voice, rather, was the sweetest thing I had ever heard.
“Being inside a mommy… it so different. It so special. Tik Tik feel wonderful, but… not feel too sexy.”
Marcine shrugs, scooping me up and bringing me to her lap. “It doesn’t have to be sexy. It just has to be nurturing and loving. Now then, does baby Tiky want some milk?”
I opened my mouth wide and held out my hands, eagerly grabbing at the breast that came to me so that I may once again have the milk that Marcine provided.
Being someone’s baby, if even for a little bit, provided me with a new type of experience and a real appreciation for the mammalian family unit. It then makes me wonder about the distinction between familial and romantic love. There are ways in which they are similar, but their differences outweigh them so that the word “love” doesn’t seem to even be appropriate to describe so many different feelings. Perhaps, that is why I find the common tongue so difficult.
Well, all I know is the next time I need to bury my head somewhere, Mommy Marcine is a great place to do it!