Acceptance
Acceptance
by Von Krieger
The small orange dragoness follows behind her escort, eyes on the ground like a good slave. The armored knight opens the heavy metal door to the throne room, allowing her inside before closing it again, sending a loud echo through the room.
The dragoness' blue eyes squint to see in the huge chamber. A pair of gigantic purple eyes open, glowing in the darkness. "Who are you?" rumbles a deep voice, shaking the tiny dragoness to her core.
She begins to shiver, frightened. She'd never seen a pure blooded dragon before, and now here she was, trapped in a room with a creature so massive that it could swallow her without any trouble. "I... I... I've been sent by my master, King Heireich IV with a... a... a... r-request," she stutters, tears beginning to flow from her eyes.
"I didn't ask that, child. I asked who you were," says the dragon. Even in a quiet whisper the voice makes the little dragon's insides quiver. "I'm known as Hatchling Four, m-m-my lady," the orange scalie manages, wincing, and absolutely terrified of the dragon's reaction. Many of the dragons she had met got angry when she told them her number. She didn't have a name.
"That isn't a name, little one, that's a number." the dragon says with a chuckle. Four can hear a soft noise all around her, like something is shifting it's weight.
"Don't worry," says the immense dragoness, "I'm not going to hurt you." She tries to sound reassuring, but the deep voice makes Four want to curl up into a tiny ball.
"You will though, everyone does," the tiny orange dragon says in a whisper.
"I can sense you are uncomfortable, little one. Is there anything I can do to put you at ease?" asks the regal dragon, wanting to calm her tiny guest.
"M-m-mistress, may I remove my clothing? I'm n-not used to it," Four asks, eyes still fixed on the ground.
"You may," rumbles the dragoness. Four nods appreciatively, shucking the plain dress she was given.
"Thank you Mistress," Four says with a respectful bow. "My master thought it would be polite for me to be dressed. I don't like it, it's not right for a dragon like me to wear clothing."
"What do you mean by 'a dragon like you?'" the titanic dragoness asks.
"Mostly dragons from my land are horrible, nasty, evil creatures. All half-bloods are raised by the state and watched for signs of violence and aggression. Any with less then half dragon blood are considered safe, their normal nature able to keep the evil dragon-side in check. I'm three quarters dragon. I'm not to be trusted." Four states matter-of-factly.
"My mother was slightly more then half, and tried to hide that I was a dragon. I didn't know until I was six years old. Until the day she died, she told me my father was a lizardman. It hurt me so much when they looked me over, looked at the scars on my back, found the horn nubs in my mane. It took a long time for that to set in, especially when they took me to the labor camp on the back of a wagon. I rode all the way in a tiny cage screaming 'Imma yizard!' as loud as I could."
The small orange dragoness speaks with detachment, but the tears in her eyes show her true feelings. "At least my mother saved them the trouble of my wings. They say they were removed right after I was born so my mother could pass me off as a lizard."
The two dragons sit in silence for awhile before Four speaks up again. "I'm sorry, Mistress, I've gotten so far away from the reason that I'm here." the orange dragoness says with a sigh, putting a few stands of her brown hair back behind her ear-fins.
"I'm not your mistress. Little one, in my realm you are a free creature. Call me by my name, Rosevine, or Lady Rosevine if you must use a title," rumbles the giant reptile, amusement in her eyes.
Four just shakes her head. "It's not my place to address a superior by their name. I'm not worthy, not having one myself." Her eyes dart from the floor for a moment, to see if this angers the dragoness.
"Your mother didn't call you Hatchling Four, I'm sure. She must've given you a name," says Rosevine, cocking her head to peer in curiosity at the strange little bipedal dragon before her.
"But I... she... I'm neither a real dragon, nor a real person. I don't get a name. The name my mother gave me was a lie, just like what she told me I was." Four is on the verge of tears.
"Please, Mistress, I don't want to talk about myself anymore. Please just let me say what my master told me to say," the little dragon says, a tear trickling down her flame hued muzzle.
"Tell me what your mother called you, and I will allow you to speak." Rosevine says with a trace of amusement in her voice.
"Jessa. She called me Jessa." Four sighs.
"Such a nice name, Jessa. It suits you better then 'Hatchling Four,'" the dragoness says with a chuckle.
"Mistress may call me whatever she chooses. May I speak now?" Jessa asks, almost begging.
"Speak." Rosevine rumbles.
"My master wishes for you to try to keep your people off of his lands. The way they look disturb his subjects. The fact that many are of obvious Draconic form also has his warriors on a state of high alert. He wants them to stay out of his kingdom. He says that if you won't leave him alone, he won't leave you alone." Jessa is shaking as she speaks.
"He means that he'll attack you," Jessa says softly, hugging herself tightly, her eyes clenched shut in fear. Rosevine just chuckles.
"What are you afraid of little one?" The little dragon-slave begins to cry.
"It's why Master sent me, he couldn't waste a real person on this. He knew you'd be angry at what he was going to do, and presumed you would eat me."
Jessa holds her arms up over her head. "I'm ready," she squeaks, tears running down her face. The shifting sound returns as the dragoness moves. Jessa opens her eyes for a moment, to see the glowing purple eyes of Rosevine coming closer.
"Do you want me to eat you?" the dragoness asks.
"I'm a slave, Mistress, I have no wants or desires but those my owner gives me," she says simply, gasping as the dragoness' wet, forked tongue slides over her naked scales. Jessa is sure the tongue is bigger then her entire body.
"Well as tasty as you are, I don't think I ought to eat you just yet. After all, you haven't even seen what I look like." Rosevine chuckles, torches flickering alight to illuminate the chamber. She strokes Jessa's mane gently with a claw, a claw bigger then Jessa's leg.
"Open your eyes little one. Don't be afraid." she coos.
The orange dragoness slowly opens her eyes. Her jaw drops as she looks over the dragoness before her. 'Rosevine' is an accurate name, as the titanic serpentine dragon before her does indeed resemble a vine with blooming roses. Much of her body is a radiant emerald green, fading to navy blue on her underbelly. Blue, pink, and yellow glittering fins adorn her back, as well as some on the underbelly as well.
Rosevine is a sea dragon, Jessa realizes, but that isn't the most astonishing thing. Like every one of her subjects, Rosevine is a giant plushie. Her underbelly features a glittering type of fabric with a scale print, her fins bright and metallic. Jessa reaches up, feeling Rosevine's claw, it was smooth and flawless. Plastic. The licking tongue felt like rubber.
"...beautiful..." Jessa murmurs, gazing up in awe at the plush dragoness.
Rosevine leans down, nuzzling Jeesa gently with her muzzle. "Thank you, little one," the dragoness rumbles.
Jessa moans softly, leaning into Rosevine's warm tongue. "If you're not going to eat me, Mistress Rosevine, I suppose I belong to you then," the tiny orange dragoness says softly.
The dragoness chuckles, continuing to gently lick Jessa. "For now, little one. But in time you'll belong to nobody."
Jessa snuggles up against Rosevine's tongue, offering no resistance as it curls around her. "What do you mean, Mistress" she says softly, wriggling as the huge tongue slips between her legs.
"I mean that you will no longer be a slave. I have no need for pets or slaves in my realm, little one. I know you don't believe yourself to be anything more then such in your present state, so I will change it. You won't have to follow the rules of your own kingdom, when you're a citizen in mine," Rosevine says with a huge grin.
"You mean become... like you?" the little orange dragon asks with wide, curious eyes.
"Mmmhmm. I don't want a pet, but I would like a daughter," Rosevine rumbles, running her tongue down between Jessa's legs again.
"A d-daughter?" Jessa stutters, a little confused at what she's heard.
"Or a son if you'd like to be male. Or perhaps both male and female aspects at the same time? Murrrr, that would be nice, would you like that? To grow to be my mate?" Rosevine muses.
Jessa blushes, her orange facial scales becoming a bright red. "I'm n-n-not worthy," she says quietly, petting Rosevine's nose gently.
"You may not be, little one, but you are the only one in my realm with enough dragon blood to become a full dragon. You wouldn't want your Mistress to be without a loving mate, would you? Not when you can provide yourself to be my mate. Just think, Jessa, think of what it would be like to be a great big dragon, so strong and powerful, experiencing flight for the first time, swimming through the air. Haven't you always dreamed of flying?"
"Y-y-yes, Mistress," Jessa says softly, her lips slowly spreading into a smile.
"C-curling up at night to sleep with my loving Mistress, snuggling up with a p-powerful dragoness that will never let me come to harm, or hurt me herself," the little orange dragon says, hugging Rosevine's snout.
The plushie nods. "I will protect my little Jessa until she's strong enough to defend herself."
Jessa steps back, her eyes bright with hope. "How am I to be changed, Mistress?" she asks, showing emotion other then fear and misery for the first time in Rosevine's presence.
"Simple, little one, I'm going to eat you. I don't have a digestive system, I'm all stuffing and fluff inside. It was the easiest way to change those in my realm, simply by scooping them up and eating them," the massive dragoness says with a fanged grin.
Jessa can't help but grin. "It won't hurt, will it?" Jessa asks, only half worried.
Rosevine's answer is another loving lick across Jessa's tiny orange body. "No, little one, but I'm told it tickles tremendously," Rosevine rumbles.
Jessa hugs the big dragon's tongue. "I'm ready, Mistress."
Rosevine nods, then slowly draws her tongue, and Jess with it, back into her mouth. The tiny scalie murrmurs happily, letting Rosevine's warmth spread over her body. The 'ground' beneath her feels soft, slick, and silky.
Jessa feels like she is falling as the dragoness suddenly tilts her head upward. She yelps as she falls several feet, though her fear vanishes as she lands comfortably on the back of the dragoness' mouth, which provides ample padding.
She slips slowly down into the dragon's throat, feeling the walls of her esophagus grip her gently, tugging her slowly down Rosevine's gullet. It's very comfortable, and drier then her mouth. With no real need for lubrication the plush dragon's throat is nothing but a tunnel of silk surrounded by the dragoness' stuffing.
The dark interior of the plush dragon is much more comfortable then the musty, lumpy cushion Jessa had been given to sleep on in the slave quarters of her old master's castle. The little dragon can feel herself being pulled deeper and deeper into Rosevine's body.
She feels a soft tingling over her scaly skin, a tingling that creeps inward into her bones, covering all of her and suffusing her entire body. Jessa can't help but giggle. The dragoness was right, it did tickle horribly. The little dragoness starts to feel a sort of airy feeling inside. It felt nice, the soreness of the muscles of an undernourished little dragon that's walked many miles over many days fading away. Faint pains that Jessa had grown used to vanish in an instant.
Jessa takes in a deep breath, a breath that never exits. The changing dragoness pokes her belly, finding that muscle and flesh no longer reside inside of her. Her scales are now the focus of the tingling. Underneath her paws, Jessa can feel smooth scales altering into soft, fuzzy fabric on most of her body, while her underbelly takes on a spandex-like feel to it.
She moans softly, her tiny body growing, altering, and reshaping. It doesn't hurt at all, and the sensation is more akin to a luxurious stretch. A powerful shiver runs through Jessa's nearly complete form as the final aspect of her change begins itself: that being hir maleness.
Jessa's paw slides down hir thinner, more serpentine body, exploring hirself. Hir soft, leathery paw pads send a delicious feeling down hir new maleness. The new plushie dragoness murrs happily as shi strokes hir rubbery cock.
Purring happily, Jessa rolls over, thrusting hir manhood lovingly against the walls of Rosevine's silken throat. Shi's almost in tears over how wonderful it feels. The warmth of hir Mistress' throat was all around hir, like an all-over hug. The feelings of pain and weakness from a beaten, scrawny slave body were melting away, replaced by the amazing sensations of hir new sex rubbing against soft silken walls.
Jessa feels hir entire body quiver as a low rumble fills hir ears. The new plushie dragon realizes that it's a long, contended purr from Rosevine. Jessa feels a warm wetness surrounding hir once again.
With a sudden push, Jessa finds hirself in the real world, outside of hir Mistress' body. The new plushie takes a good look at hir new body. Shi looks like Rosevine in miniature, but colored differently.
Shi was covered in soft orange fur, with a bright yellow underbelly that glimmered metallically. Red, pink, and purple fins and frills adorned hir back and tail. The little orange dragon guessed that shi was perhaps ten feet in length from nose to tail, a tiny fraction of hir 'mother's' size.
"Hello again, little one." Rosevine rumbles, leaning down to lick her 'daughter' clean.
"Hello Mistress." Jessa purrs, arching hir back a little, thrusting into Rosevine's soft tongue as it slips down over hir shaft.
The dragoness waves a scolding talon. "I'm not your mistress, your mistress wouldn't be interested in your pleasure more then hers, now would she?" Rosevine purrs, curling a tip of her forked tongue around Jessa's cock.
"M-m-mommy I... I... I... AAAAAAAH!" Jessa howls, climaxing as a male for the first time, spilling hir hot, creamy seed on the massive dragon's tongue.
"Mmmm, as good as you taste, little one, I like the taste of this better." Rosevine purrs, nuzzling Jessa up to hir feet.
The little dragoness takes a few moments before shi figures out how to move with a long, serpentine boy, and tiny legs. With a little experimentation, shi slithers across the floor, snuggling into hir mother's fur.
"Take a nap, my little dragon. In the morning I'll teach you how to fly," Rosevine rumbles, curling her body around Jessa, the smaller dragon curling into a ball as well.
"Thank you, Mommy," the tiny orange serpent whispers, slipping into slumber with a smile on hir face.