Say goodbye to Liz.

 Head high despite her condition, Krystal strides out of the throne room, perhaps a bit too proudly as her swaying hips her her another smack from the guards.  She doesn't even react, to ecstatic at having managed to escape.  She finds Liz sitting outside her hut.
 "So, you pulled it off did you?  Somehow I knew you would.  Congratulations!"
 "Thank you," Krystal smiles.
 "So, did the chief tell you what I wanted to ask you?"
 "He just said that you were curious about something."
 "Step inside then," Liz beacons.
 Krystal follows her into what passed as home for such a short time and seats herself at the already set table.
 "You must be hungry," Liz begins.  "Help yourself.  And don't worry, there's nothing 'special' in it today- not that it would make much difference for you," she continues, eyeing Krystal's still swollen belly.
 Krystal blushes, and wolfs down the offered food, suddenly feeling famished.  'Small wonder.  I haven't had anything other than water and cum since yesterday morning.'
 "Let's get down to it then.  Krystal, does your race have any special abilities?"
 "Well, we were fairly adept at magic, and we heal quickly because of it.  We also have some empathic abilities.  I was young when our planet was destroyed, so I don't remember much more."
 "I'm sorry to hear that.  Moving on, are you having any difficulty eating?"
 "No, come to think of it.  I probably should be though."
 "After what you've done most species would be lucky to be alive, let alone as healthy as you are.  Stand up for a moment."
 Krystal does as asked.
 "Now, I need you to hold as still as possible I'm told the warriors used ALL of your holes yesterday."  Kneeling in front of her, Liz lifts Krystal's loincloth and examines her closely before carefully inserting a finger into her tight pussy and withdrawing it with a pop from the squirming vixen.  She similarly works another finger into Krystal's vice-like ass.  "Interesting.  One more test.  Please kneel with your head in this bucket."
 Krystal hesitantly does as ordered before Liz suddenly hugs her from behind, squeezing her distended stomach powerfully.  Krystal coughs as Scales' cum is forcibly ejected into the bucket until her belly resumes its normal shape.
 "Amazing," Liz remarks before Krystal can protest.  "Not even a stretch mark."
 Krystal looks down to see that her microscopic waste has returned.  "How did that happen?"
 "Based on the evidence, it seems that, whether magical or physical, your body has an incredible elasticity.  Less than a day after being stretched so thoroughly, you've returned to being as tight as a virgin.  This also seems to apply to your capacity.  It's possible that you're capable of taking just about any cock on this planet given enough preparation.  Your body will simply stretch and realign itself to accommodate the intrusion and then return to normal afterwards, although based on your earlier struggles, I'd say that you will probably find it easier to reach a certain point once you've already done it.  In other words, you're practically designed for fucking.
 'Is that really true?'  Krystal wonders with mixed feelings.  'I suppose I should be grateful for any ability that allows me to survive, but still, designed for sex?  Really?'
 "Well, my curiosity is sated.  Farewell, Krystal."
 "Farewell, Liz.  And thank you."

Krystal leaves.