Story: Polishing Topaz

Premise: After his desire to find if dragons still exists gets him estranged from his tribe, Kiro the arctic fox heads out on an expedition to find definitive proof. What he ends up discovering is something a lot more life changing than expected.

Contains: Anthro male fox to female anthro dragon, macro growth, hyper fat, rapid magical pregnancy, egg laying.

Commission for Chris Bondie:

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There’s a fine line between being a skeptic and being a bonehead stuck in denial that a lot of people didn’t appreciate. Ancient treasures could be thrown at their feet only for them to be claimed as imitations. Translating ancient stone carvings for stories thought long forgotten by history turns them into crazy fairy tales. Show them a freakin fossilized skull and suddenly an average adventurer somehow found the time to also become a great sculpture.

It would have almost been flattery if it didn’t earn a bunch of scorn and heckling from the village. No matter how much evidence got thrown at peoples paws they simply refused to accept the fact that not only have dragons existed in their world, but were still alive in very secluded societies. Remnants of their past could be found all over the place if one simply looked past the stubborn fear of the unknown clouding their judgment.

That’s how Kiro found that collapsed stone tower in the woods on that fateful day last month. Markings of dragons were all over the place’s hand-carved architecture. Then there was the bauble in what might have been a fireplace. Even hundreds of years can’t wear away the glint of jewels. Deeper searching and discoveries found grander treasure that were met with equally grander rebuttal from village elders. It was frustrating enough no one shared his wonder or imagination. What was one arctic fox to do?

Prove that dragons existed. That’s what!

Kiro didn’t care if he had to find a live dragon and bring it back to those prudes. Getting to gloat over every naysayer would be worth every coin spent on his epic escapade. All the clues and discoveries had led him here, deep into the bowls of the mountain range that loomed over his village's valley. The gold tip of his sun rod cracked as he struck it along one of the dryer looking cave walls, mixing together stored components so it glowed with the brightness of a torch.

Okay, so the entrance into the caverns was a bit of a dump. Slime covered so much of the walls it actually improved the fox’s illumination efforts. Strong pungent smells of guano teased at his big black nose, tempting gag reflexes. Neither could stop Kiro’s snowy white tail from casting a dancing shadow with its wagging. He had found gold in worse places so far. A few wild bats might make for a decent diner.

That attitude changed an hour or five of blindly traversing caves later. Being stuck underground left little in the way of telling time. But as it continued to march on, Kiro’s paws grew heavy trying to support him. All manner of wet substances seemed tightly wedged between his thick toes not even a utility spoon could dig out. It didn’t help that most of his leather tanned armor gained an equal coating of the vomit-colored cave offerings. Truly the brownish green did nothing to compliment his soaked white fur coat either.

If dragons lived here, they were either complete slobs or wild beasts. Then again, Kiro hadn’t seen much evidence of anything alive in this section of caves yet. After a bit more wandering found an open area with semi-fresh air, the fox relented enough to set a camp. By the time his sun rod finally extinguished its six-hour life he’d gotten a decent fire going to boil a few rations.

Being an experienced adventurer meant coming prepared. Kiro was not so ‘free minded’ as to expect discovering a long-lost species immediately upon arrival. Shoving some warm boiled meat into his muzzle helped get the foxes tail wagging again. There were more than enough supplies to explore these mountains for weeks. Sooner or later, he was bound to find something.

“Aw frick! You smell like you fell face first into the guano farm, little dog.”

“Mmh!” Kiro stopped to swallow the bite he’d been working on before giving a proper response. “Not face first! Although, I’d have still preferred not wading through the literal pools of shiiii-EEEEEEEEE!!”

Enormous hands clasp around Kiro’s biceps before he could think of reaching for his crossbow. Light from the fire shined off a coating of fine golden scales while charcoal black claws like knives easily pierced through the fox’s protective leather coverings. A warning against putting up a struggle the adventurer more than readily heeded.

It was like the very walls of the cave came alive; an illusion brought on by the fact the figures coming out of the darkness were several times the fox’s size. Being stuck sitting down only made the lizard humanoids all the more imposing while dancing fire flashed partially across their features. They wore very little in terms of clothing, save the occasional decorative trinket. This allowed the array of colorful scales to shine in the firelight partially illuminating their massive frames. Kiro spotted everything from the brightest white to a blackness stronger than the one around them, and many colors across the spectrum.

The many shining teeth, horns, claws, and wings were a bit more intriguing. Almost every instinct told Kiro he should be panicked for all his worth, especially with the muscular golden male holding him so close their breath dampened the fur on his neck. Yet there was only one thought constantly repeating in his mind, sending his tail thrashing against his captors’ broad chest. It reached a peak of excitement that he couldn’t keep from shouting it out in triumph like a complete dork.

“I finally found the dragons!”

Kiro’s words echoed unintentionally far throughout the caverns, leaving a blanket of silence so thick it even seemed to muffle the crackling of his fire. Pointed ears twitched, catching the strain of neck muscles used by the dragons to glance quizzically at each other. The way such subtle movements made the light shimmer across their scales was almost beautiful.

“You sure did, buddy!” agreed one gruff dragon somewhere to Kiro’s right.

It was still too dimly lit for the fox to be sure, but the significantly smaller adventurer looked to be in the company of at least a dozen male dragons. They certainly weren’t the bashful type about their stocky muscles and fat, wide lower bodies. ‘Pear’ felt like a simple, yet very apt way to describe their average build.

Further observations and reflections about this legendary encounter would have to wait for Kiro. Time continued to march on, eventually leading the massive golden hunk grappling him to decide it was time to leave. With no apparent effort, the big guy hefted the fox off his seat, slinging him over one shoulder amidst startled yips. Frantic paw flailing kicks against his boulder of a shoulder did nothing to keep Kiro from being carried off deeper into the cave system. Eventually he just gave up with a defeated whine upon realizing how much his struggles entertained the parade of other dragons that followed them.

“So, uh, where are you majestic creatures bringing me, anyway?”

A few dragons among the herd gave the unceremoniously carried fox a passing glance, and little more. Failure to incite a conversation did make Kiro’s ears droop, but he wouldn’t have to wait long to discover their intentions. After only a few minutes of tunnel strolling his black nose began twitching. There was a building sense of freshness taking over the air. Along with a hint of pinewood and grass?

As it turns out dragons didn’t just survive in hidden tribes. Given enough centuries they found a way to build a whole underground city. Coming out of the tunnel’s end was akin to stepping through a portal into a new world. The stone surrounding them blossomed into an expansive dome larger than Kiro’s imagination, curving up potentially miles into the sky where an enormous open hole allowed a clear view of the bright blue sky outside.

They must have carved this place from the inside of a volcano. It was the only way to explain all the various plant life growing around the city streets. Kiro found himself twisting and turning as best he could on the big dragon's shoulder trying to take in the many tall stone buildings reaching towards the natural light higher than the trees around them. All around him the structures gleamed in the natural sunlight, covered in platting of precious metals. Ornaments made from gems larger than the fox’s head dangled off walkways and balconies.

If it wasn’t for the implied kidnapping Kiro would swear he’d cave dived into a fairy tale. Being slung over one shoulder like a fresh kill didn’t go unnoticed by the populace either. Dragons stuffed the streets in all manner of colors and builds. Merchants were stopping in mid-sales while street cleaners raised eyebrows during routine plant trimmings. Many joined in the already informal parade curious about the fluffy newcomer until it looked like a sea of gemstones were rolling through the road.

Just as many questions were going through Kiro’s head as they were no doubt having about him. The fox was especially hanging on to the curious realization that every last dragon he saw was male. Even the smallest of them still looked about eight feet tall, with enough mass to equal four of his fellow fox villagers. Hopefully females existed in this society or else how did it prosper for so long?

Turned out he didn’t need to worry for the dragon’s sakes while being hefted into an ornate pyramid shaped temple. Being a variable golden mountain within a mountain, the inside turned out to be just as hollowed out. Most of the decor was lined against the walls with the majority of furnishings being large piles of pillows and blankets. Only curtains divided things up into sections, although the towering marble statues of other dragons standing before them were impressive.

At least until their heads turned to gaze quizzically at the fox gently being set before them. Kiro could feel his mouth go dry gawking at the pair of white-scaled dragons easily twenty feet tall. His ears couldn’t even brush their knees this close to their massively clawed feet. They were absolute titans among giants and, if their broad fat hips and equally fat hanging chests were any indication, very female.

“What’s going on out there?” A voice cracked and coughed from behind the thin barrier of cloths. Easily recognized as someone that’d just been awoken, but carried a weight that made it echo off the surrounding stone like a war horn.

“Looks like Frank brought us a guest?” the white dragon on Kiro’s left side glanced at the hanging barrier. Her voice was more soothing, though no less booming, like a rumbling thunder that made the fox grasp his ears to muffle their proximity. An action she didn’t seem to care about when shooting him another uncertain stare. “It’s a very weird creature too; overly fluffy.”

“Oh? Neat!” the gravely speaker said through a yawn. It might as well have been a monster’s roar with how it made the ground vibrate under Kiro’s paws. “Give me a second.”

There was the sound of something really heavy thumping around behind the curtains, vaguely reminding Kiro of footsteps. The two female dragons straightened back into their original ready position, although their piercing gold eyes never left the fox man. Looking away didn’t help when the golden male dragon that brought him in also looked on with an emotionless intensity. He was just glad the entire congregation chose not to follow them inside.

“So... your name’s Frank?” Kiro said, voice cracking on nearly every word. This was not exactly the way he envisioned meeting dragons for the first time would go. Then again, he also hadn’t planned on getting this far.

“Eh,” the big guy rolled his muscular shoulders in a shrug. A faint twist of a smile appeared on his lips despite apparently trying to play a stoic role. “We like things simple, and under three syllables, around here.”

“Indeed!” The curtains were flung back as a steel grey dragon waddled her way between the two white sentries. “Welcome little guy. I am the grand caretaker!”

Kiro’s jaw hit the floor leaving him unable to make any noise outside struggling gulps. This was the biggest dragon yet and certainly deserved the expansive living space her temple provided. She loomed a couple feet taller than the other women and made up an excessively thicker in build too.

A deceptively narrow muzzle and long neck curled into plump arms and even fatter breasts. They rested like two boulders atop a mountainous round, if tight, belly glistening in pink under scales. It took the fox a second to realize this was not entirely fat. He recalled once getting to see Mrs. Franzah’s stomach when she was blessed with triplets. Their belly had firmed just as round like a ball, though it never got this distended. Untold number of young could be packed inside this lizard’s gut.

It all poured seamlessly into the immensely vast curve of hips for a definite ‘pear’ kind of body shape, complete with short stocky legs supporting it all. A thick tail that could wipe out small cottages wagged lazily about with the occasional twitching of powerful wings. Both sported the same pink undersides to contrast her gray appearance.

“Grand, huh?” Kiro eventually found his words taking his sweet time scanning every ample inch of the dragonesses body. Like everyone else so far, she was stark naked save for some bits of metallic trinkets. “Yeah. You sure are!”

While that only got cringe reactions from her attendants this apparently important dragon giggle earnestly.

“For a tiny dog, you have courage to be making quips. I like you.”

The fox’s tail began wagging in earnest after hearing those words. “That’s great! I’ve spent half my life trying to find proof dragons are still around. This is a dream come true.”

The grand dragoness wiggled her wings, filling the temple with a pleased purring noise. “That’s sweet to hear. It makes what we have to do easier.”

“What are you… Aah!”

Kiro watched the dragoness' boobs rise with the intake of a deep breath, realizing her intentions too late for a quick reaction. Her whole gravid body hunched forward over the tiny fox to literally shower him in a gushing assault of blue fire. For a moment the fox’s being became shut out from the world surrounded by cackling flames, excess oozing around the polished floor before fizzling back into the ether.

Three seconds into the combustible cleansing Kiro realized he felt no pain at all. He almost passed that off as being disintegrated instantly, but that didn’t explain why he was still thinking or existing in general. This continued for nearly half a minute, wildfire washing through the fox’s fur making his toes and fingers tingle in the wake. The energy she expelled seemed to pass through his skin into his very being.

And then it was over. The grand caretaker ceased her attack, gulping some fresh air back into her lungs. Kiro blinked rapidly, rubbing his eyes to get out the spots she had blinded him with. Through the haze he watched the dragoness turn away without further explanation to make herself comfortable on one of the pillow piles. Her tail slapped ideally against the stone flow while she rested her head in one hand, looking at the little fox expectedly.

“Arrgh!” Kiro didn’t have to wait long for whatever she was plotting. Hands flew from his eyes down to his stomach, trying to clench the sudden pressure building up inside him. Knees buckled completely unprepared for so much tension, sending him collapsing to the floor. It wasn’t just his midsection. All over his joints ached and muscles protested as thought he was swelling up from within.

That wasn’t too far from the truth. As Kiro righted himself into a sitting position he could tell everything was off. Once snug leather armoring strained against his body unable to completely cover the intended areas. Straps creaked in protest as he watched furry flesh push the gaps apart to bulge through. There wasn’t anything to compare himself with but the fox could tell by the shifting of his perspective and steady inching of his legs across the floor that he was growing bigger at a rapid pace.

“W-what did you… ho… oh gods!” Another cramp seized Kiro’s stomach, making him hug his waist with a meek whimper. It grew so tense that his body could no longer take it. He felt an odd give in his skin before letting out a bark that sprayed spittle everywhere. The fox’s stomach surged out in a rush, pushing back his arms as it formed into a rounder curved bulge like water filling a bag.

Again, the developing bulge was easy to recognize even from a personal perspective. It filled Kiro with an odd mix of wonder and shock while hands passed over its crest again and again, feeling it billow out bigger each time. Unfortunately, the rest of his body wasn’t done either. The gear he’d spent many seasons working for or making himself began to lose the fight for practicality as his body reached sizes that surpassed the finest warriors in his village. Straps broke in a symphony of sharp cracks until his harness fell apart in several large scraps. His pants tore along the legging before a deep gash allowed his thickening rear to escape out the back. Coverings along his paw heels squeezed the worst before he was forced to rip them off with his own claws.

His claws? Kiro staggered to breath staring into his palms. Normally blunt black claws had become a milky opaque while growing into sharp points that beat his best hunting knife. That wasn’t nearly as alarming as the way his puffy vulpine pads smoothed out into smoother skin, becoming encased in a fine coat of glistening white scale.

“Ack!?” Kiro yipped, though it came out a lot less foxish than he normally did. All over his now naked body the thick white fur an arctic fox took pride in was molting off with his slightest movements. Patches of sleek, tough scales began to shine through in the many torch lights, slowly spreading across his bloating body to connect with each other. It made it easier to see just how thicker his arms and legs were getting. Tight creases in the thinner exposed skin told him it wasn’t all for fat either. “What’s happening to me?”

“Oh, he’s going to make a great queen. Yeah?” One of the white dragons was looking to the caretaker, ignoring Kiro’s concerns.

“Truly,” the resting brood mother agreed with a simple nod into her palm. At least she gave the changing fox the courtesy of eye contact, though with a grin that showed plenty of teeth. “Dragons are more of an endangered species than you think. Despite our centuries of hiding, we still get pursued and hunted by a great many. You understand we can't have the risk of an outsider leaving this place, no matter what the intentions may be.”

“B-but why this? Haah!?” Another growth spurt swelled Kiro’s middle, pushing out his waist with it. Soft clicks reached his shrinking pointed ears bringing another whimper. He instinctively brushed both hands over his massive belly, accidentally clearing off large clumps of fur in the process. The scales all along his front torso were the same bright pink as his pregnant host.

“Well, we’re not monsters! The best course of action is to recruit help, as it were.” The grand caretaker averted her gaze for a moment trying to hide a slight shade of red on her face. “We’ve been the only three females in the city for decades. It really makes breeding a long, painful task. That’s why we’re all pretty excited to have a fourth real soon.”

“WHAT?” Kiro meant to shout, blushing at how the word left his fox muzzle as a powerful roar.

Not a second later pressure in his hips preceded another growth spurt, sending them and his ass pouring across more of the stone floor than Kiro thought possible. Fat only continued to flow into his thighs until they became thick as oak trees. His paw feet cringed with the wave crashing upon them, puffing out several times in size and flattening out to become solid reptilian platforms. Their claws curled out into the same impressive weapons that now donned his hands.

“Y-you're turning me into a dragon!?” Emotions were flying through the now very scaled and giant fox while he watched changes continue to rake through his body. On the one hand he hadn’t received so much as a warning on the matter, but he also couldn’t deny this might have been something he’d have accepted with gusto if asked.

Frantic spasms in his tail drew Kiro’s gaze over one narrower, if plumper, shoulder. The fox tail that used to be proportionally huge now looked comically tiny waving atop a massive backside of white and pink scales. He tried to calm it but muscles spasmed unwillingly to the changes rapidly strengthening them. His whole appendage tensed in a single flex that caused it to expand so fast the dense fur exploded off it in an unceremonious cloud of fibers. It hit the stone floor with a solid thunk as a long snake-shaped log covered in sparkling scales. Even its tapered tip looked thicker than Kiro’s former bicep, and it only got massive to the point it’s base had to squeeze around his butt cheeks to make room.

“Not to worry,” the white dragon that’d previously spoken pipped in. Kiro looked over and gasped again to find their eye level wasn’t that far off. In fact, even when sitting down he was sure they were closing the gap in height. All the temples' lavish decorations almost looked like children's toys down around his enormous feminine hips. “As the queens we get treated next to gods by our dozens of devoted males. You will be fed and groomed without a care for the rest of your days like us.”

“And the sex ain’t that bad, either!” chimed the less talkative white dragon, earning a look from her two peers. “Hey! We’re all thinking it.”

“That’s actually very reassuring,” Kiro replied. He would have chuckled were he not distracted by the tingling spreading across his chest. The more dragon than fox knew this was coming since the mention of breeding, but he still whimpered and cupped around his pecs as they began to swell. Flesh shifted and expanded in a fresh downpour of soft growth, brushing off the fur that’d clung stubbornly to the area. Within a minute he was trying to juggle a pair of breasts large enough to fill wagons. Stretched areolas already itched as the mass inside them began developing milk for future young. “Hrrrk!”

“Oh, I love this part!” The caretaker straightened up, watching joyfully while Kiro's vulpine muzzle twisted like a sneeze was coming.

Instead, his back suddenly erupted with a tearing of scaly skin. Two leathery wings unfurled out behind the gravid growing dragon. Their developing muscles and nerves flapped about out of sync for several seconds until finally making a connection with Kiro’s very stunned brain. Like the caretaker, the inside flaps were a beautiful shade of pink.

“AH-CHOO!”

Another tingle rushed through Kiro’s neck, this time making his cringe follow through with a sneeze. His neck popped over a foot longer as it rocked his head back and forward sharply. Blasts of blazing purple flames shot from his mouth and nose, both of which cracked wider in the process. The big black button that decorated his muzzle’s tip deflated as a result, losing its color until only the nostrils became flush at the end of a blunt draconic snout.

Kiro shook his head, trying to clear his muddled thoughts. Taking stock of the situation was hard with his ears migrating more to the sides of his head. They had diminished slightly in size but at least never lost their acute points. His headache was only finally relieved when frilly scales rose up from the base of his neck, flowing down his spine in a decorative pattern to his tail.

“Wonderful!” The caretaker clapped her hands as she stood to sashay over to the freshly changed dragoness. “How do you feel?”

“Sore? Bloated? Huge?” Kiro giggled in a bubbly female voice enjoying her new position seated eye level with the other dragon’s breasts. She might even be the bigger of the two now, but decided against bringing attention to it yet. Instead, she rubbed along the massive curve of her pregnant stomach, now laying in such a distended bulge it forced her legs apart to rest on the floor. “All that changing made me hungry though. When does that pampering stuff start?”

The grand caretaker rolled her eyes with a smile. “Don’t get too excited, girl. You still have to lay your first clutch of eggs before the real breeding can happen.”

“My wha-aaaah!” Kiro’s now slitted eyes shot open wide as the moon. Her rubs turned into a hard clutching as the pink scales across her stomach’s surface drew tight. Her snout hung open in a sloppy display of sharp teeth and a forked tongue watching little bumps appear across the fine surface. She could feel the contents shifting harshly under the involuntary contraction, becoming increasingly alarmed with the sensation of a solid object aligning against an opening she hadn’t noticed develop between her legs. “Oh gah! T-this had better be worth it!”

“Oh, don’t be such a baby.” One of the white queens rolled her eyes, only to get jabbed by the other's elbow.

“Don’t mock the new girl. You were whining worse than a meek puppy during your first clutch. And it was only twenty-four eggs.”

“Twenty wha- aah haa haaAAAH!!”

Once upon a time when Kiro was a young kit she had the rare experience of being around when a village mother had given birth. Out of simple childish curiosity she asked what the experience had been like. Now, as tension washed over her stomach before muscles compressed upon her load, it was clear labor was not as terrifyingly awful as the older vixen had described.

It was tenfold worse!

Maybe it was the magical aspects of Kiro’s birthing being imposed upon her in minutes rather than hours that made it so intense. The new dragon queen groaned which escalated into a roar as the contraction reached its strongest apex yet. Her head rolled back exposing the pink scales of her long neck, jaw openly blasting flames at the temple's ceiling high above.

Only seconds passed before the next wave crashed over her corpulent figure. Saliva sprayed from Kiro’s teeth in labored gasps trying to keep focused on what was happening. Her body was bearing down against herself, forcing insides to stretch until suddenly she felt something fall through into a pulsing tunnel of muscles.

“Oooooh! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Kiro gently lowered onto her back, fanning her wings to avoid crushing them. The first egg was sliding through her dripping passage at an alarmingly fast rate, even without the dragon's help. Muscles worked virtually on their own, contracting and pushing like a well lubricated machine, leaving her little choice but to bear through the harsh whirlwinds.

“I dunno. She’s taking it like a champ.” The first white said, moving around Kiro towards her legs. With gentle hands she guided the white dragon’s meaty pink paws back so their knees bent up and far apart as possible. “Don’t worry, hun. It’ll be over before ya know it.”

A large amount of fluids squirted from Kiro’s throbbing vagina, rendering her response as a sharp seething through clenched teeth. The new position alleviated a lot of pressure on her hips, allowing the egg to descend faster. Its mass rent her apart from the inside, stretching flesh to their limits. She’d never been so grateful its hard surface was also grinding against very sensitive alien nerves, sending shockwaves of pleasure to dull the labor.

With another contraction Kiro’s slit quivered in another gush of fluids and then slowly began to yawn. Wet smacking noises echoed through the stone walls as a pearly white ovid slowly emerged into the world. She let out a gasp, amazed how easily it forced through its widest point with a wet pop into the waiting white dragoness’s claws.

“Wonderful size and weight!” the older queen declared as she held the egg up for her twin and caretaker. “She’s going to usher our clan into a new era baring young like this.”

“A very lucky turn of fate,” agreed the lazing grey dragon as she absently stretched a breast. “Hope she feels the same way after delivering the rest of her clutch.”

“O-oh!” Kiro’s eyes went wide again, having made the mistake of taking the minute-long pause for a reprieve. Although, if her new dragon sister's words hadn’t reminded them of the excessive load of ovids needing to be dispensed, the rapid onset of another contraction would have done the trick.

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It was a warm morning despite the sun having to reach the city's open skyline. A good sign that summer was approaching. The white and pink grand queen dragon loved that season the best, mostly because such weather made waddling the open streets in bare scales all the more pleasant.

Another summer already? How many did that make it now? The enormous reptile didn’t care enough to keep count anymore. With a wiggle of peared hips and thrash of an equally thick tail she rolled off her pillow pile the size of a mansion onto solid stout legs. All that mattered in this morning's thoughts were the extravagant offering of foods lined along the far wall of her private chamber. She licked her lips, creating small shockwaves in the short walk over to feast. Even without eggs in it, her sagging chunky stomach demanded a lot of calories to stay this regal.

After a few minutes the elegant doors clanked open, needing three of the beefier dragon males to even work them. She almost felt bad having continued to grow during her time here. Having surpassed twenty feet by the laying of her fourth clutch even the grand caretaker had to gaze up at her splendor.

The green male servant that came in couldn’t even compare to that. If he didn’t stop a good distance away his gaze couldn’t even see past the jutting shelf of her motherly bosom. “Good morning, Grand Queen Topaz. I hope you slept well.”

“Mmh!” The former fox, now known as Topaz, made pleasant growling noises around mouthfuls of meat. Presumably it was chicken, but she wasn’t sure what tasty things her subjects managed to hunt. “You all work very hard to make even these demanding accommodations a paradise. Thank you. Now if you’d stop being so formal about my presence that’d be better.”

The six-foot dragon smirked; unaware she could see it even from all the way up there. “Afraid even our greatest queen can’t do away with all traditions, m’lady. You’ll just have to get used to everyone praising your godly form.”

“Ugh! Like I need an ego.” She swallowed another handful of food, absently scratching her stomach as the contents settled for a satisfying full sensation.

A moment later her eyes and mouth shot open in a loud burp. Bedrock acoustic easily carried the gargantuan sound well across the city. Draconic residents, many of which were young pups, stopped in their activities to enjoy the sign of approval from their grandest Queen and mother. Life was only getting better with such a large leader to serve.