Princess Sara mused. "Oh, perhaps a lusty satyr, or a woodwoss."
"Verily" asked the dragon prince. "Thou lust after such?"
Sara smiled. "Well, I've never lain with either, and after sleeping beside Harold's jellied form, I'm thinking something athletic and lusty might be nice."
Prince Harald's blubbery face grinned, then the fat melted away, leaving an actually handsome prince, who then grew cloven hooves, hairy shanks, a massively enlarged member for pleasure, and fetching little nubby horns with matching goatee.
Princess Sara and the dragon prince Darak disported themselves marvelously. At the end, Princess Sara whispered, "I think I can say I like my new husband a good deal better than my old." And as she said that, she tweaked his beard, pulling out a single hair.
"What are you doing?" asked Darak.
"Working my womanly wiles," breathed Princess Sara and tweaked his beard again, drawing out another hair.
"Stop that, my bride," warned Darak.
Sarah giggled, putting her hands behind her, then giggled. "Oh, very well. Kiss me then so I shant have to tweak you again."
The lusty satyr leaned forward to do this, and the kiss was long and luxuious, but when Princess Sarah drew back, she had caught a third hair of his beard with her teeth and jerked it free.
Prince Darak roared in pain and anger. "What hast though done, Princess?!" And as he so roared, the false seeming of the satyr prince fell away from him. The bedcurtains were rent and the bed's pillasters were toppled by the expanding form of the great ebony and azure drake, at last coiled around the princess, lying on her back atop the feather mattress, one hair in her left hand, one hair in her right, the third clenched between her teeth.
She giggled, bringing her hands together to her mouth and uniting the strands, knotting and braiding them together into a cord which she then wove into a ring, sealed with a lover's knot, and she placed this upon her ring finger. "Three hairs from a dragon's beard," the princess said, "gives you power over him. When the Sorceress Janelle taught me dragonish, she also taught me something about your kind, Prince Darak."
"What do you wish, princess?" breathed Darak. "Thou hast bested me by thy wiles, but know that I would have done ask you asked regardless."
"Until it no longer amused you," Sara said. "Janelle taught me a lot about dragons. And one thing she taught me is that when you mate, you mate for life--but that's only to a true dragoness."
"True enough," breathed Darak, "wily princess. But a dragon's span is greater than a mortal man or woman's, and I could be true enough for the eyeblink that you call your life."
"True," agreed Princess Sara, "and that's why I wish you to make me your true bride, in the full dragonish sense."
Prince Darak quivered to each one of his scales. "It would take half my life to make you a dragoness."
Sara shrugged. "Half of eternity is still a lot. And it's more than nothing, which is what you would have if you disobey the threefold charm of these hairs." She held up the ring which glowed with its stolen magic.
"So be it," breathed Darak, and with that, he breathed out, a cloud of magical fumes, azure and ebony, enveloping the princess, who began to writhe and grow, her limbs elongating, her lustrous locks changing to amber horns, her alabaster skin to like-colored scales, until at last a dragoness coiled intertwined with him, her colors amber and alabaster with the faintest shadings of rose pink.
The hairs had been shredded however during the paroxysms of the transformations. "Thou art a wily bride," Prince Darak breathed. "I had been planning to find mine from among the great clutches, but thou art as beautiful as thou art wily, Princess Sara."
She slid her scales against his, and in the tower room, they disported themselves, two dragons thrashing about, smashing the furniture in the throes of their lovemaking.
Luckily, as Prince Harold was known to be so fabulously obese, the sound of horrible banging and crashing coming from the royal bedchambers alarmed no one save those who had made bets against the prince ever being able to service his new bride. And when then smiling if disheveled Princess Sara and the slightly drained and faintly thinner (but still amazing obese) Prince Harald were seen the next day amidst the rooms smashed furnishings, the palace gossips spread the happy scandal to everyone who would listen.