As he began to slip more and more inside of her, his fear almost escalated. He would curl into her, almost ready to panic and squirm until... A very odd feeling came upon him. It was like... He was becoming a child again. It was like being in his mother host ooze, but... Much less agonizing, much less painful. Skin was starting to re-develop, and muscle tissue formed onto his lower jaw, only with skin on top of it. The slime that was once green like raw emerald now shined like gold, little gold nubs grew on his head, and grew on his slowly de-aging body, his hands much more smaller, along with his overall body.  His slime would become hardened, resembling scales and scutes, carapace and leather. Despite all of this change... The biggest was his mind. His brain, had suddenly become more clear. He knew that the kind of person he wanted had a title, they weren't just a soft, caring person... The title of said person was a mother.<br/><br/>The smaller, now dragon, werewolf created pup would look around in his new mother, pawing around gently at the walls he was kept in, kicking around inside as he moves his smaller eyes around. All of his pain was gone, all of the things that made him weaker were gone. This new mother of his, made him strong. He whimpered like a puppy, but in a more so happy way, pawing at his new mother's walls, seeking her attention. Everything was so soft and felt safe to him.