Now the dragoness hung around the breeding pens,waiting for the food she needed to drive her life cycle along,which was of course to
make a baby creature such as she.
Now the dragoness no longer rembered being a human squire who had
dressed up as a elf in order to advance in the elven army.
Clive had applied coloured wax tip to the ends of his ears,so when his
changes had swept through hir,the wax had been pushed off ears that no longer needed wax to be pointy or bigger.That came with the new species.
There was one troubling aspect about this apparent new breeding
dragoness.
Her blazing yellow slitted pupiled eyes.
Natural flesh and blood dragons have eyes more like that
of horses,ponies and pigs.
Glowing eyes that spilled yellow light out of them only
happened in demonic creatures or were-dragons.
Since it hadn't taken long to figure out what the missing squire boy had turned into,the King of the
Ruined Kingdom knew he had a were-dragoness down in the breeding chambers.
So the King,seeing this runty pony sized baby breeding dragoness,mewling
weakly and staggering about on shrivelled legs with twitching
muscles and wings dragging on the floor,but with blazing yellow
reptillian eyes,named the late Clive the Failed Squire Boy
<Ichor Fyre> and hoped she'd do better as a dragoness then she'd been as a male human/elf.
Things certainly didn't look so good at the beginning.
So it was that Ichor Fyre,with barely a spark of sentient thought in her dragon brain,did know
some very important dragoness instincts.
Namely eat a heck of a lot of food and then find a nice smelling nest
in some wild safe place,and something wonderful would happen.
So she acted docilely,gobbled up a awfully lot of food,which began triggering the massive amounts of magical dragoness hormones in her.
She got even bigger.Her mammaries began to dissolve,she was a reptile
after all,she began to fight the other dragons for their food,stealing it,
their hordes, and began crunching to a fine dust the gold and silver
and gemstones she instinctively knew was part of the wonderful thing.\\
Word went around the other kingdoms that the Ruined Kingdom of Perverse Delights had somehow got their hands
on a wild feral and virgin were-dragoness easily the size and temperment
of a raging bull mastadon.
Clive no doubt would have been impressed with his dragoness self,but
alas Ichor Fyre was all fury,eating and instinct.
Not much there in the memory department.
Now there was a slight bulge down there between her hind legs,the next generation
of this species of were-dragoness merrily gestating away.
Who needs a useless male when diamonds are a lady dragon "who wants to complete
her life cycle' best friend.
So if was that the King of the North,where the fens,swamps and forests and moors
and knuckerholes are where Ichor Fyres were- species came from,
pitted his monster dragoness against the Ruined Kingdom's prime
dragoness.
So out the gates came Ichor Fyre the were-dragoness,whose blood had somehow been tainted and mixed with Northern Kingdom weredragon blood while she was still a 90 pound
human boy squire
and from the other side came another weredragoness.
There was the usual pounding of the ground as the two behemoths battled away
and it looked like it was
gooing to be a draw.
Now the other female,some kidnapped Princess who'd
fallen afoul of the Northern Kingdoms weredragon curse somehow,
had a body odour of no interest to Ichor Fyre,since she herself had the sulfur and brimstone and rotten egg gas smell coursing through her veins.
However the other weredragoness was draped in robes and dragon harness that smelt of swamp and moors,forests
and knucker holes.The former Princess turned were-dragoness
was just as wild as Ichor Fyre,and spent as much time coiling over her neck to bite away at the chaffing robes and dragon harness
as she did fighting Ichor Fyre.
Tjhe two fighting dragon mares pounded away in a circle,dancing on their hind legs whist trading bites and blows with their teeth,their forelegs and their wings.
Had Clive somehow beenreturned from his past life,
either weredragon mare could have pounded him flatter
then a pancake in a matter of seconds.
The dim thoughts returned,if you want the wonderful thing to happen
you've got to concede defeat to your opponent.
So Ichor Fyre,a cunning beast she,threw the fight and let the other weredragoness win the contest.
And so the King of the Northern Kingdom won the contest and his caravan headed North again,the victorious weredragoness
at the front,happily bellowing away ,whilst a apparently dejected and spiritless and stumbling Ichor Fyre brought up the rear.
Her new handlers of course thought she was a real wipeout and kicked and beat and whipped
her.
She let them,since their puny fists hand no effect on this still maturing female.
They'd get theirs soon pretty well described her first more complex thoughts in about a century of being a weredragoness.
And she made sure to curl her massive muscular tail protectively around that still bulge in her belly.
Darned if she knew what that bulge was however.
She deliberately crept close to the ground,kept her aching wings close
to her hide.She didn't want the puny two legs to know this weredragoness was approaching the end of her
life cycle.There would be escape,the wonderful thing and then
rebirth.
So the second the caravan entered the borders of the Northern Kingdom,men and horses attending to the other weredragoness
began to dissappear at knight.
The instinct <Do Not Let Them Know > was coursing
through Ichor Fyres veins.
So she abstained from eating too many men and horses
and became even more sluggish and dulwitted and inoffensive.
The King ordered most of Ichor Fyres handlers to his prize female.
So one night,whilst the village idiot ,her last remaining handler,made dirty jokes about Ichor Fyres apparently swelling birth canal
( which meant nothing to the about to give birth weredragoness)
Ichor Fyre suddenly lashed out out and gobbled up the puny two legger in
1 2 3 bites,with nary a scream from the unsuspecting dupe.
Then she slunk off silently itowards the alluring natural wild scents nearby ,found a nice nest
and bellowed in pain as the
labour contractions began.
The King of the Caravan,suddenly realizing whose stomach his horses and men had ended up in,wisely pulled up the tents and fled from the area,the bellows of the monster following them all the way to the next borough.