Vera couldn't contain the loud sobs, ugly crying as her mother hugged her. A gentle hand traced down her back, but the equally naked parent let her child release her emotion without words. Vera lost herself to her screams, crying out as a venting of every ounce of confusion and despair that had built up over the month. It had been a long week since the end of the month, since she had started to break down. Graciously offered an extra week without adding any new twists to an already turbulent life, there was just too much weight piling on. She couldn't hold it in anymore. The tears, the screams. They had to come out. And the embrace of her mother was more than enough to bring her to the tipping point. Halcyon consoled her child with silence and presence, Xavier would be there if he wasn't at work. As Vera neared her new fate, the impending complication of her 'duties' as a toilet, whatever frail wall keeping her together failed. She had applied to so many jobs, had even gotten a few calls, and interviews. But even she could tell they were nothing more than formalities. Her cries were not from the understanding that she would soon be having to drink her father's urine, him no longer exclusively using her ass like she chose for the first month. No, the pain was from being turned away by every single opportunity she went for. The only people she had a place with were her parents, and they wanted her to serve as a toilet. They were her only option. It both made her feel trapped, but also far more grateful than she should be. Of course they were her only choice. They loved her. She sobbed and sobbed, crying into her mother's bosom. The rejections and silence were the damaging aspect, not the unspoken enslavement. Vera was distraught over the crushing blow to her perceived self-worth from making no progress despite the genuine assistance from her parents. Halcyon let her child vent, not needing to tell her how she was loved. Even though this was predicted, and truly anticipated, neither parent would take direct enjoyment of this distress. Halcyon’s embrace was genuine and gentle, and her fingers softly running through Vera's headfur did more than any words could. The naked and soft form of the woman was all Vera needed, bawling from the crushing reality of her failure. Not once did Vera think that her parents could have done something to sabotage her attempts. No, the blame was squarely on her own shoulders. The only thing left for her was to be a toilet. Because in a way, she was right. The interviews Vera got were real, and Halcyon honored her promise to drive her, even providing suitable modest clothes. The older woman gently rubbed Vera’s head and hugged her tight, shushing her cries and kissing her forehead. Her mother would love her. Her father would love her. Vera could be loved, all she had to do was accept her position. But that was understandably difficult. "W-Why!" Vera screeched, screaming to the wall to merely let out the welling emotion. "I-I tried, mom! I tried!" "I know, sweetie." Halcyon cooed, kissing the girl's head. "Wh-Why can't I have a job!? I-I tried! I-I got a few interviews! B-But I was so nervous, and-" "Shhh, shh, shh." Halcyon interrupted, gently rocking her crying daughter. "Vera, Vera. You did everything you could. You did your best." "N-No! No, I didn't! I-If I did, I would have a job!" Halcyon hugged the distraught girl tighter, their breasts smushing together. "You still can. It's not over, you’re not going to be chained up or anything. You can still job search while attending to the new duties." "N-No, no..." Vera sobbed, burying her muzzle into her mother's chest, sniffling and taking heavy breaths. Her hands were balled up in fists, claws digging into her palms, tears flowing. "W-Why...? Why did nobody want me? Why am I n-not good enough? I... I don't wanna be a toilet..." "Don't say that about yourself. We want you, we need you." Vera continued to sob, her tears running down her cheeks and falling onto her mother's bosom, the salty drops dripping and falling down. Halcyon was quiet for a moment, her hand gently rubbing the back of her daughter's neck as she was held against her body. She spoke, her tone low and comforting. "You are so special, sweetie." "...I'm useless." Softly sniffled Vera. "I can't do anything." Halcyon quickly took her daughter's face in her hands, making her look into her serious eyes. "No, you're absolutely not. You know that's not true. You have plenty of uses, and dad’s been getting one particular one from you for a month." Vera's face scrunched up, her eyes squeezing shut. Her tail was curled up between her legs, the appendage shivering. "I-I'm... I'm not good for anything." "You are. We're going to prove it." Halcyon murmured, letting go of her daughter's face, and grabbing her shoulders with a reassuring smile. "You will succeed, I know you'll make us proud. It’s not glamorous being a toilet, but it’s quite doable." Vera could only muster a whimper, the tears drying as her eyes ran dry. Her mother's smile, the same smile she had always known. The younger dragoness could only shift her gaze away. Was this it? Was this all? She couldn't stop the spiraling thoughts from spewing from her mouth, her lips opening as she was too tired and confused to filter her words. "I-Is that... all I am? A t-toilet? Is... is that all I'm good for?" Vera said, tears continuing to streak down her face as her self-confidence plummeted. "No, of course not. You're our daughter. Our little girl." Halcyon's tone was gentle, soothing. "Just... we need this. Daddy and I need this. You need something to do. This is how you can pull your weight, Vera." "I-I can't..." Whispered the troubled girl, "I can't o-only be..." Halcyon sighed, taking a different approach. "Vera, baby. Let me tell you something I learned when I was a bit younger than you. Everyone has their place. Sometimes their place is to follow what society wants from them to the letter. Get a job, money, a family, all these preconceived notions of what 'success' is. Other times, your place doesn't fit into that mold, that perfectly paved path of expectations." Halcyon moved her hand, rubbing her daughter's cheek and smiling. "Sometimes, you just can’t let the world tell you what makes you happy. And for too many, they’re too afraid to find their own version of success since it’s a dive into the unknown, or seen as going against the grain. For some, they know they know that living the way they want would make them happy, but also alone. That they would rather be with others, even if hollow." "W-What's that got to do with-" "Your father and I. We aren't part of that societal expectation. We are part of that different path. I never followed anything ‘normal’. I was a rebel against modesty and 'properness' itself. Your father took a difficult, hard path, not to subvert anything, or find joy. He discarded the typical path of success to help the person closest at the time, forsaking school for a dead-end job to bring in what extra money he could for her. But we found each other. And we found our place, doing our own thing, with each other. And here we are." Halcyon pulled her daughter into a tight hug, their bare bodies pressing together. Vera's hands rested on her mother's hips, her muzzle pressed against her shoulder. "I am an utterly depraved slut, Vera. I fucked my entire high school before being a senior. Then half the adults in my town. Even my own father, my first real love. None of these things were 'normal'. A lot of people didn't like me doing these things. But those are what brought me joy. So I made my entire life about those things, a life most would consider awful." "Mommy, that's... I-I don't understand." "That's exactly the problem, sweetie. You're looking at this with the same lens as the people who didn't approve. I had a need that didn't fit the mold, so I made my own. You can't find your mold in the 'normal' world, so we made you one.If you are still looking for a purpose now, you won’t find it out there. The solution is making your own purpose. Xavier’s purpose is to care for others, first his mother and now the both of us. While also treating me to a vicious time in the sack. I made it my purpose to serve cock. Yes, your purpose could be to live as a toilet. But I know how that sounds. Think of it as a purpose in helping your family, staying with them." Halcyon pulled her daughter close, a smile on her lips. "But most importantly, being a ‘failure’ to the normal world doesn’t mean that’s all you are. You need to take your perspective away from that notion, from those singular definitions of success or ‘normal. It’s okay you can’t find a job. It's okay that I'm a slut. It's okay your father married a girl with permanently open legs. It's okay my father fucked his consenting daughter." Her tone had grown more influential, rising to a crescendo of intent as she hammered the point home, before ending with a whisper into her child’s ear. "It’s okay to be a toilet.” Pulling back to look Vera in the eyes, Halcyon continued. “Some people are simply not meant to follow that paved path. We're not normal, and that's okay. You can find success on the different path. The path that you, me, and daddy are all on. Together." Halcyon was met with a lingering, tired sob, and the older woman's hands began to rub Vera's back, a few comforting kisses landing on her head. The black and white scaled girl was quiet, her mother's words swirling around her brain, trying to latch on and be accepted. That lingering skeptic inside her could find many flaws, but the logical part was too weak to voice them. All that was left was the emotional side, her feelings and heart. Her mother had offered her a place. Offered her tangible and immediate worth. Offered to erase that word ‘failure’ from her mind. It was so tempting. The love, the security, the warmth. The acceptance. Her father loved her, her mother loved her. And if she did this, she could be useful. She could be worth something. But then... she'd have to drink her father's pee. She'd have to give him blowjobs, and probably other things. Would it be that bad? She'd survived a month of him pissing under her tail. Xavier definitely was happier around her now, too. It felt… satisfying to know she had a positive impact. The thought process continued. A slow spiral into the warm, safe embrace of her family. Halcyon could see it, and did her best to hide her devilish grin. It was all working so well, so simple. And Hal herself swelled with the genuine pride and warmth of helping her daughter find worth, to stop her downward spiral. A spiral she caused of course, but healing her in the direction she wanted was still healing her. Biting her lip as the road ahead flashed through the matron's mind, Halcyon wondered if Vera could tell her nipples were hardening. She watched her child debate internally, and she knew Vera would make the choice she wanted, Vera was already destined for that decision. Choosing family and love over a pointless struggle against a tide of rejection. Choosing loving degradation and gently applied disgust over stress and failure. Halcyon felt the surge inside her, ideas pouring forth, breaking her daughter down into accepting the life of a toilet providing nothing short of nirvana and a burst of divine inspiration. She couldn't stop herself, she had to make it better, had to take it a step further while the shuddering chill of taboo wracked her core. "Vera." Halcyon cooed, putting up her best motherly smile. It wasn't hard, a part of her genuinely believed in putting her daughter down this path, that this was the true road to joy. "I can tell you're hurting. I know every application that never responded wounded you, that every dismissed interview struck you." She leaned forward, moving to slowly wrap her arms around her silent daughter. Making sure to press their tits together, a little smirk on Hal's visage upon feeling her still outsize her child. "I can help, Vera. I can make sure you're never hurt again. You won't need to worry anymore." She whispered, pulling the girl closer. Her daughter's ears twitched, the silence hanging for a moment before Vera gave a soft murmur. "You will have a purpose, a real one. Not just some empty promise of a dream. A real place in our family, and in our lives. You can be worth something. All you need to do is commit to your new role. Focus on your new life. Become our toilet, now and forever." Vera's lips trembled, her body shaking. She didn't know what to say, the tears had long since stopped, but the emotional pain was still there. "M-Mom... I-I'm scared." "I know, baby. But... you can't keep this up. This pain isn't good for you, Vera. We can help you, we can love you, and you can help us. Searching endlessly out there, breaking your heart one application at a time, isn’t a way to live. But here, we have an opening in the bathroom with your name on it." Vera's eyes were squeezed shut, her mind reeling, conflicted. Her mother's words had their intended effect, worming into her head and heart, the seedlings of acceptance planting themselves and beginning to spread. She couldn't stop the tears reforming, nor could she stop her mother's tongue from licking them away, a wet smooch planted on her cheek. Vera's heart leapt in her chest, her mother's love and warmth flowing through her veins, her soul. It made the edges of anxiety and unsureness plaguing her being dim and blur, replaced with numbing comfort. She opened her mouth, and her lips shook. It took awhile for any words to come out. "A-Alright, mom. I’ll…" Vera said, a small and defeated whimper escaping her throat. “I’ll be… the toilet. A-Always.” Halcyon didn't need to respond, instead choosing to give a big kiss to her child, her muzzle pressing to hers, Halcyon's tongue invading her child's mouth to molest the more hesitant organ. Her daughter's eyes went wide, and her ears shot up as the older woman's hands began to move, grabbing the back of her head, her hips, her butt, acting with fervor and lust, unable to stay in one spot. Vera couldn't fight, and after a few moments her eyes slowly shut, and her hands gripped her mother's waist, squeezing and groping the bare scales, fingers sinking into the soft and plush flesh. There was nothing to do but take this sensation and enjoy it, burying the confusion and building wisps of regret under a heavy blanket of pleasure. Halcyon smiled and giggled, a purr rising in her chest as her daughter fell prey to her seductive assault. She had her, and it was clear the fight was gone. Vera didn't want to resist. Halcyon's eyes gleamed as she cheered with internal victory, her child's mouth much sweeter tasting as a reward to moving up the schedule. After a long minute, Vera pulled back, panting heavily. She looked her mother in the eyes, seeing the warm and welcoming gaze. Halcyon smiled, running a hand through her hair, and kissing her again, softer and gentler. "It's okay to not be some big business woman. It's okay not to be strong and independent." The dragoness murmured, her hands moving down her daughter's body, tracing her curves, the smooth shape of her back and ass. Vera didn't move, and didn't reply. Only staring into the matron’s eyes as her own lidded, taking the haze of physical bliss like a drug to escape what she just did. "It's okay to not fit in. It's okay to not have what it takes to be 'successful'. To have the social skills or the drive or the willpower. Some people just aren't cut out for that kind of life. Some are destined to never find their path in that mad world out there. Some people have a different place." Vera's eyes glanced away, the conflict still raging within, under the layer of lust. But her gaze returned, and the fingers Vera placed on her mother’s waist tightened in a little squeeze as her ears folded down. "It’s-" Halcyon kissed her daughter again, the younger lips much more pliable now, even seeming desperate for the contact. “It’s okay.” Their eyes locked, and that mix of emotions was evident in all Vera’s features. “It’s okay to be a toilet.” Halcyon said with such a tone, so concrete and targeted, though packaged sweetly with warmth.  Halcyon could see the conflict. The hesitation, the uncertainty, the confusion. It was obvious Vera wasn't quite ready to take the leap. To fully commit. So the mother decided to give her child assurance. “Don't worry. I know it's scary. I was scared, once. My life didn't start out here, after all. But you don't need to be scared." Halcyon gently said, her hands squeezing Vera's ass, the young girl's cheeks filling her palms. "Your place is here. You'll be happy, and we’ll always be here for you." "... Mom?" Vera's voice was weak, unsure. "W-What if I can't do this? I-I'm... What if... I can't take it. What if I fail? I-I messed everything e-else up..." "Oh, honey." Halcyon cooed, her eyes sympathetic, but her smile not hiding the sinister intent. "You won't fail. You only fail by not trying. Even trying to find a job, you tried. You tried so hard, honey. They rejected you, by no fault of your own. And now, you have a chance. A chance to really find where you belong." Vera was silent, and Halcyon's fingers traced over her cheeks, squeezing them together, subtly shifting her chest to mush their boobs around. "When it comes to living as our toilet, we believe in you. It’s not going to be a snap of the fingers, you’re going to have troubles. But no matter how long it takes, how much it challenges you, we'll help you stand back up. You can do it, Vera. We know you can. You might not be fit for a job on that nicely paved path, but you’ll make an excellent toilet." Halcyon could so easily see Vera’s emotions. She could see her child's willpower was weak, her confidence was low, her self-esteem was crushed. Halcyon couldn't wait to remake her daughter into her image. To the perfect outlet of her and her husband's desires. Vera had already verbally accepted, but Hal had just spent the last bits driving it home to erase any second thoughts. "Sweetie. Trying to live the 'standard' life is hurting you. I know it can be hard to see, harder to admit, that something you’ve tried so long for, that you’ve grown up being told you have to do, wasn’t for you. I know what it sounds like to be told that you were simply born to be a toilet, but know that I say it with the utmost love and joy at being able to have my daughter so close, forever. It’s… dirty, yes, but disgusting is just another label from those on the paved path. Don’t let those who aren’t you, define who you are and what you do." "..." A sigh, confused, scared. “A toilet. I… I’m a toilet. Born to be just a toilet.” Vera said with no small amount of unsureness, spoken with a total air of defeat as the last bit of the mental wall crumbled, and her mother's lips pressed to hers once more, the two dragonesses making out and their tongues entwining. Vera’s resistance had all but faded since that very first kiss, but her mouth completely welcomed Halcyon this time, her own heart beating faster from the intimacy. It was only a minute before the two broke off, their lips glistening, a strand of saliva connecting their muzzles. Halcyon was panting, and a grin spread across her face. "Perfect. Just perfect. You’re right." She said, giving a quick peck to her daughter's nose, making her giggle softly. "You'll do great, honey." Vera had a small smile on her face, her mother's love and affection having its usual effect of soothing her while lighting a heat inside her. But Halcyon wasn't finished yet. She wanted to hammer home the point that Vera had made her decision. The last bits of her resistance shattered, and the seed of acceptance grew into a full plant. Keeping their chests smushed together, Halcyon wrapped her arms around Vera and fell back, tugging her child to lay atop her, the mother’s legs moving to lock around her child. "W-Wha-M-Mom!" Vera squeaked, her body stiffening as she found her naked and warm body pressed against her own mother's. Her mind was still reeling from the conversation and kisses, the conflicting swirl of emotion, her mother's words and her father's actions, her own desires and needs, the looming acceptance and the looming dread. The confusion was overwhelming, and Halcyon knew that. She needed to help Vera accept, and make the decision final. With a helping dose of inebriating lust. So she had Vera pinned and naked on the bed, their bare bodies pressed together. Vera looked down at her mother's elated and needy face, her own flushing heat blossoming under her scales. "Vera, baby. I need to hear you say it." Halcyon said, her tone gentle, but insistent. "Say you'll be daddy's toilet. Say you'll drink his piss. That you’ll commit yourself fully to this life." Vera's eyes widened, her mother's words washing over her like a tidal wave. She squirmed and writhed, not resisting, but merely unable to keep her body still. Halcyon's grip was firm, though, keeping the daughter pinned against her own mother. "Say it, and we can be together." Halcyon cooed, and a shudder ran through Vera's spine, her hips rolling and grinding on their own. The older dragoness was well-practiced in the art of seduction, and her child was no match for the skilled slut's wiles. Halcyon continued her verbal assault, her tongue sliding along her daughter's muzzle, making the girl shiver. "Come on, Vera. You'll feel so loved. You'll never have to worry about finding a job, or being good enough, or not having a purpose. Your purpose will be right here. Being a toilet, being an important part of our life." "I-I c-can't- M-Mom, I-I... can't say that." Vera whined, her voice cracking, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to hide her shame. But the sensations surrounding her were intoxicating. The touch of her mother had shifted over the month, from gross feelings of violation, to warm symbols of love. Her mother's hands were all over her, the naked woman groping and feeling every inch of her daughter's body atop hers, tracing the curve of her spine, squeezing her plump cheeks. Vera wanted more, she needed more in this moment, mind clouded with the lust dredged up by Halcyon's skilled hands. "Tell me Vera, do you want me to kiss you more? To keep holding you? To touch you like this? Being our toilet is now your job. Would you like me to add kisses to the list of payment, beyond shelter, food, and love?" Halcyon said, her claws scraping up Vera's back, the younger girl's tail twitching. “I know you liked it before. I can tell you want more.” Vera whined what little affirmative she could muster, her heart throbbing in her chest, her mind a blur. She tried to stop herself from saying anything, but her mother's hands were on her butt, massaging her cheeks, pressing her body against the woman's own. She couldn't help but moan, the pleasure flowing through her, a small surge of her own wetness staining her mother's privates. Flashing back to that first moment of major intimacy, she felt that craving reignited with burning passion. "M-Mommy..." Vera whimpered, her hips slowly rolling, her breath heavy and labored. Halcyon's tongue trailed along her daughter's neck, a low chuckle rising. Vera whimpered and whined, her hips bucking and her tail twitching. She felt her mother's own heartbeat thudding through their mashed chests. She had a choice, and she knew it. She had already given in. All that was left was to speak her fate, her future. To announce it to the world. To admit that her purpose wasn't to live and make her way in the world, but to serve as a living toilet. Halcyon's hands remained on her child's ass, squishing, kneading, making sure to entice and arouse. Vera needed her judgment clouded with lust, and she had spent the last month getting her used to her touches enough to find pleasure in them. "Vera. Say the words, and I will kiss, hold, and make you cum until dad comes home." "F-Fuck." Vera said, the obscenity leaving her mouth before she could stop it. This new side of her mother was no stranger to vulgarity, and it was rubbing off on her. Though her brain was too clouded with the fog of desire to really care. Then Halcyon's hands spread her ass, a finger circling around the rim she had trained for a month. "Do you want that, Vera? To have my fingers in your butt while I kiss you and hold you? Rubbing our tits together? Your butt is so pliable after just a month, you’re set to be anal-ready far faster than I was. I know you have enough experience to enjoy what I do now. I know you want to enjoy it." Halcyon murmured, her hot breath tickling Vera's ears. "I'll do it, you just need to tell me what I want to hear, you little buttslut." "M-M-Mooooom." Vera whined, her pussy and asshole twitching, her own hips rolling, her arousal and shame leaking. "Say it. Be daddy's toilet, Vera. Drink his pee, let him fuck your ass. Embrace your new two-hole purpose." "N-Nnnnnggg..." Vera's body quivered, her hands gripping her mother's breasts. "You're already so close. You're practically cumming. You want this, Vera. You've accepted this. Just say it." Halcyon purred, her lips kissing her daughter's jaw. "Tell me, Vera. Tell me your future. Your destiny." Vera's body rolled, her mind reeling. The arousal and conflict, the acceptance and the disgust. Her body was burning, the desire flowing through her, the shame and reluctance, and the need for release. Her mother's fingers were teasing the rim of her ass, making the girl's legs twitch. The offer of sex, the idea of giving in, of saying it. She knew her mother wasn't lying, she would make her orgasm. And god, she wanted that again. But to say it? To give in and declare it? That was a line. It was a threshold to admit shame so brazenly. To cross the line within her own self, it would be nothing short of pure mental surrender. "Saaaaay iiittttt~" Halcyon cooed, her tongue licking a long and wet trail along Vera's cheek, her daughter's body trembling. Vera's willpower was a feeble thing, her strength nothing more than the paper-thin shield of self-confidence that had spent the better part of a month getting trashed. But of course, mommy will make it better. She always does. "M-Mommy! I-I'll be d-daddy's toilet!" Vera cried out, tears flowing from her eyes. "I-I'll drink his piss! I-I'll let him fuck my ass! I'll s-suck his cock! J-Just… make me feel… that again…" "Good fucking girl!" Halcyon cheered, her own eyes gleaming, and she pulled her daughter's head down, their lips pressing together. Vera graciously returned the motion, her mother's tongue invading her mouth and dominating the less experienced organ. It was a deep, passionate kiss, one of love and desire. One of a mother and daughter's bond. A bond Halcyon was eager to deepen. While the oral assault began, Halcyon prepped the anal one. Halcyon had her daughter, her sweet little baby girl, moaning into her mouth, and that was music to the slut's ears. She had won. Vera had given in, and was ready to accept the next step. The next part of her training. Her transformation. Vera was going to become a toilet, and a perfect little slut for her father. Halcyon almost came before even getting a finger into Vera's ass, the thrill of breaking her child so perfectly overwhelming. She held her daughter tight, kissing her deeply and passionately, her hands spreading the black and white scaled girl's cheeks, a thumb circling around the rim, Vera's hole twitching and puckering. Halcyon was going to take this slow, and make sure Vera would never go back on her word. Halcyon would make damn well sure her child loved anal. Linking it to this moment, chaining the concept of anal to her mother’s touch and love would more than do the trick. "MMMmh~" Halcyon moaned into her child's mouth, the tip of her finger pressing against the twitching hole. She could feel the warmth of her daughter's backdoor, the tightness, the slight give as her thumb prodded the hole. She had been training this asshole for a month, and it had been the most fun she had in a long time. The mother had made her daughter get used to her father's piss up her butt, and now she was ready for more. Vera's eyes were clenched shut, her mind swimming. It felt like only moments ago she had been sobbing in her mother's arms, and now she was laying atop her naked, their tits pressed together, and her mother's fingers were teasing her anus. Halcyon was overjoyed to admit, the girl was a natural. Once training began, she took an unknowing shining to it. Able to expertly relax and accept at a faster pace than Halcyon imagined. Xavier would be proud, and the slut mom couldn't wait to see the look on his face. But Vera's ass was hers in this moment. But just because she was a quick learner didn’t mean she was an immediate anal slut. Only that Halcyon didn’t exactly need lube on her fingers for this. Vera was lost in the kiss, both feeling every sensation a body could, while also unable to feel any single thing as her nerves overloaded. Halcyon’s long draconic tongue started to make a move on the back of Vera's mouth in time with Hal applying more force to her finger. Vera could feel it, the pressure on her hole, and she knew her mother was about to press a finger inside her ass. As prophesied, the digit broke through. "MMPHH!" Vera gasped, the intrusion sending a shock through her body. But before she could even try to follow her training, Hal's tongue shot down her throat with the opening made by the exclamation. If she thought she was overloaded before, this was a new height. Her mother's hand squeezed her butt cheeks, the older woman's breasts pressed against hers, the tongue down her throat, and the finger now up her butt. She couldn't process it all, it was too much. "GLLLK, GLUK, GLURK~" She was making a mess, swaths of spit spewing out of their joined muzzles as Halcyon rocked her tongue through Vera's throat, a bulge in her neck pulsing in time. The finger in her butt wiggled and squirmed, the digit pushing through the ring of muscle. Vera could feel it all, and her eyes crossed, her body writhing. She didn't even feel her hips buck, but her mind was spinning. Vera could feel the drool dripping down her muzzle, her mother's tongue still pumping away in her mouth, the finger wiggling around inside her butt, and the older dragoness' hand on her ass. The sensations were so intense, her head was nothing but a fog. When the finger probing her asshole began to truly thrust in and out, it was too much. Vera had never truly enjoyed the backdoor interactions with her mother before, despite the woman's gropes and molestation becoming commonplace. This was the first time the girl was truly into it, her body reacting on its own. And Vera came. "Nnnnnn~!" The black and white dragoness moaned into her mother's mouth, her body trembling, her eyes rolling back, her slit dripping with arousal. Her tail twitched and thrashed, her hips bucked, her ass tightened around the invading digit. She couldn't believe she was cumming, couldn't understand it. She came from her mother fingering her asshole while she kissed and tonguefucked her, and she didn't know how to feel. But that wasn't important, not in the moment. Not as the orgasm was running through her body, her juices squirting and dribbling, her body twitching and convulsing. Halcyon did everything to hold her own climax back, and prolong her child's. This was it, no better celebration of becoming a toilet than squirting her brains out. The slut dragoness did her best, but couldn't keep herself from cuming with her just from that thought. "MMMHHH! MMMPH!" Halcyon moaned into her daughter's mouth, her finger pumping and wiggling in the tight little hole. Vera was clamping down on the digit, the girl unable to relax and follow training as her mind blanked out, her eyes rolled up, and her body shivering. She didn't know if it was the anal stimulation, the kissing and tongue fucking, the way her mother handled her, or a mix of all the above, but she was lost in her own world of pleasure. Her mother's finger pumped and wiggled, thrusting and poking and prodding the tight asshole, and the walls squeezed and milked the invading digit. It was like they were trying to suck it deeper, the muscles massaging and stroking it, the rim twitching and the hole winking. Halcyon was able to ride her own peak out without too much loss of faculty, experienced in the act of cumming herself into the next life. But she made sure Vera didn't get that chance, having promised to treat her girl until daddy came home. Halcyon had the girl squirting her brains out, but she wasn't done yet. As soon as the girl's orgasm was fading, the slut was moving, adding another finger to the spasming backdoor. Vera whimpered and mewled, the sensation of a second finger inside her butt shocking her back to reality. But the haze of lust was thick, and the dragoness' eyes were glazed over. Halcyon smiled into the kiss, and her fingers began to properly work while Hal gave Vera a reassuring swipe of her tongue around the gums before it dove back into her throat. Vera gurgled, her tongue flopping out, and her eyes rolled back. The two digits wiggled and thrust, the rim stretching. Halcyon could tell her daughter was trying to relax her sphincter, to allow her access. And Hal was proud of the girl for trying. All these sensations were making Vera feel so good, and she never wanted it to end. And it wouldn't, for the next few hours.