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Post by Anactoria IV on May 22, 2010 5:35:13 GMT -5
The key to the deception was that no one person or knew all the facts.
The head librarian knew that her royal highness was suddenly interested in the both distance maps and the new-style topographical maps depicting the north part of the empire, but not why. She would later kick herself for missing a golden opportunity – or would, had she legs.
Dulcia, her chambermaid, knew that Anactoria had asked for her ridding leggings and bodice to be cleaned, and for her boots to be cleaned as well. All of which had to be done before sundown. Dulcia had not thought much of the request: she was just happy to be away from the woman with the monstrous hands and horns. If she only knew...
When the finest wig maker in all of Mont Nuit was called to present her wares for the princess, and walked out with heavier purse and lighter wares bag, she never questioned it.
Finally when Anactoria excused herself that night a bit earlier than usual, her parents thought nothing of it: it had been a long week and doubtless their royal daughter was tired. Rather than change into her nightgown however, Anactoria put on her freshly cleaned leggings, boots and bodice, and tucked her wig into the heavy leather satchel, along with maps and two full rolls of bandages. Her daggers went into their respective sheaths at her hips. Her tiara was, surprisingly, the hardest thing to leave behind. She constantly felt as tough she were forgetting something. Nevertheless, she made her way from the inner keep down to the garden in record time. She threaded her way through the hedge made almost as fast, having learned the path when she was a small girl. The sun was just kissing the horizon when she reached the center, and long shadows had blanketed the clearing in the center with its gazebo in darkness.
“Rhiannon?” she called softly. So far, her steps had been unobserved, but she was not about to take chance, not when she was so close to having so special a night...
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Post by Rhiannon Dragonet on May 22, 2010 22:18:22 GMT -5
Rhiannon quietly slipped out of her rooms as dusk approached, carrying a small bag over her shoulder. The day had of her grand adventure with Anactoria had finally arrived and the bag contained supplies for that adventure. Mostly clothes, and a long strip of cloth with which to bind her wings, the bag also contained several slim knives and, just in case, a smoke bomb made by Rhiannon herself.
She walked quickly and silently out to the palace gardens, pausing every once in a while to make sure she was not followed. She had explored the maze the day before and memorized the route to the center, so she had no trouble getting to the Princess.
"My Princess," she said, her long strides taking her to stand before Anactoria. Rhiannon set her bag on the ground and took the younger girl's hand in her own. Raising it to her lips, she said, "It has been too long." Once done with her flirting, Rhiannon stooped to unlace her boots. She looked up at the Princess.
"I am going to get undressed and transform now, if it pleases you."
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Post by Anactoria IV on May 27, 2010 3:20:50 GMT -5
So simple a gesture, the way Rhiannon had claimed her hand without snatching it, had brought them to her lips in a caress that was almost a kiss. Anactoria's head spun and she very nearly swooned. Only but reminding herslef that would not make for a good start to their frist date, and by biting the insideof her cheek - hard - was she able to stay conscious.
But when Rhiannon stooped down to unlace her boots, Anactoria shook her head slightly, kneeling down herself and placed both hands over Rhiannon before they could being their work in earnest. "It struck me as silly, your highness, the thought that I would be ridding upon your bare back and aiding in binding your bust on our arrival, yet not bare too see you skycald before that."
Gently but insistently, Anactoria guide Rhiannon back to her feet, and led her to one of the many stone benches in the center of the maze. Once there, she motioned for the other woman to sit, and knelt in front of her, her own hand falling to the same boot.
"I will aid in your disrobing," Anactoria said, a fiery pink coloring her face, "for as long as my modesty allows me. She chanced a look up at Rhiannon as she slid the boot off her foot. "Much of this evening will not be possible without labor of your part, allow me to contribute how I can."
She lowered her face again, and begun work on the other boot. "Forgive me if I stop at your underclothes. But I think we would appreciate some mystery remaining... should things turn out well for us..."
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Post by Rhiannon Dragonet on Jul 30, 2010 18:33:41 GMT -5
Rhiannon simply nodded and sat quietly as Anactoria unlaced and removed first one boot, and then the other. Her eyes caught those of the Princess, and she didn't remove her gaze even as the younger girl slowly pulled Rhiannon's shirt over her head. Anactoria's fingers ghosted down Rhiannon's sides and came to rest on the hem of the dragonet's pants.
The feeling of the Princess's fingers on her skin was driving Rhiannon crazy, and she stopped Anactoria's hands from moving any further. "Please, let me get those," she said in a slightly choked voice, looking away from the other girl. She didn't want to ravish the Princess after all-- well, to be fair, she didn't want to ravish the Princess in public and without Anactoria's permission.
Rhiannon stepped out of her pants and turned around without looking at the Princess. "I'm going to remove my underclothes and transform now," she announced, removing the cloth with which she bound her breasts. When she was completely undressed Rhiannon shoved her clothes unceremoniously into the bag she had brought with her, then straightened and stood still as a statue.
Had Anactoria been watching, And she better not be, Rhiannon thought, she would have seen the dragonet's outline shiver and her neck begin to lengthen. She would have seen fingers form into claws, and a tail begin to grow out of Rhiannon's backside. As it was she would be able to hear the sickening snap of bones and the deep growling emanating from Rhiannon's throat.
After what seemed like a painful eternity to Rhiannon the transformation was complete, and she swiveled her long neck to look over her shoulder at the Princess. As she slowly turned her now-large body around she purred a low purr and nuzzled at Anactoria's hand. Rhiannon rolled her eyes in her mind; she always was more affectionate as a dragon.
She sat back on her hindquarters and looked at the Princess expectantly. It was time to go.
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Post by Anactoria IV on Aug 2, 2010 10:28:24 GMT -5
Anactoria remembered Rhiannon's warning from earlier that week, and dutifully turned around as she prepared to disrobe the last of her small clothes and transform. Alas a chance break in the foliage that made up the hedge maze enabled the last few rays of sunset to throw a long show of Rhiannon along the ground, and Anactoria saw more than enough.
The image was actually not all that bad, at least the outline of such that she could make out from the shadow. The lengthing of the neck, the growing of the tail. The way her hands hand head shape changed. The mass she gained. It was all... rather majestic. She almost turned around to get a better look several times.
It was the sounds that stopped her. The growling yes, but mostly the snapping that could only be bones breaking re-knitting themselves as she changed.
Only when the sound stopped did Anactoria turn around to look Rhiannon. There was a a moment of fear -- a lifetime of stories and songs were hard thing to get over in an instant, and in said tales encounters between dragons and princesses rarely went well -- but she pushed that irrational feeling aside and raised one hand toward Rhiannon, who nuzzled it gently. At the contact, Anacotia smiled. She was not sure what she had been expecting, but the feel of dragon-Rhiannon was warm, and smooth, yet...firm.
But the expectant look that soon came over those familiar red eyes was right. It was time to go. Anactoria nodded before reclaiming her bag. She selected one of the maps and approached dragon turning her back aginsg its massive (and warm!) bulk so Rhiannon could see over her shoulder.
"We could not ask for an easier route," she said. "Her finger traced the way on the map, from Venus across the river land to the north, pat the mountain range before finally tapping on Alonia. "Alonia is essentially due north from Venus, separated by rivers and one pesky mountain range. No problem for us this evening, though, right?" She smiled at Rhiannon, and taken by a sudden impulse, have her scaly cheek a light kiss.
It seemed Rhiannon was not the only overly affectionate one in this state.
With that, she rolled up her map, and cinched her bag closed. She gathered Rhiannon's bag as well. "Ah now we come to the question of the evening." She said mentally kicking herself for not thinking of it before. "How shall you carry me? In your arms or... should I ah..." she could no think of anyway of saying it that didn't sound a tiny bit belittling, "shall I ride on your back?"
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Post by Rhiannon Dragonet on Aug 13, 2010 18:29:04 GMT -5
Rhiannon studied the map carefully over Anactoria's shoulder, turning away only when she was sure she knew the way. She looked at the Princess quizzically as Anactoria posed her question. She gestured with her great head over her shoulder, meaning the Princess was to ride on her back.
Rhiannon settled herself on the ground to make it easier for the Princess to climb on, and looked around the garden. It truly was beautiful. She would have to make sure she didn't harm it while taking off or coming in for a landing. She would also have to make sure she didn't land or take off too quickly, so as not to harm the Princess. She shook her head a little bit, there was more to this than she had originally thought.
Rhiannon admitted to herself that she had only been thinking of spending a special evening with Anactoria, not the logistics of said event. And now that the event was nigh she felt unprepared. She shrugged, forgetting the Princess was on her back. Rhiannon turned her head to look at Anactoria and wheezed an apologetic dragon laugh.
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Post by Anactoria IV on Aug 18, 2010 19:01:29 GMT -5
Though she doubted Rhiannon would appreciate the comparison, Anactoria likened climbing onto her back to mounting a particularly large horse, sans saddle. She had ridden bareback before, and knew a few tricks to ensure proper seating, and they were mostly effective aside from the part of squeezing her legs slightly. Rhiannon's back was too large for that.
Still, she soon found a spot in a sort of natural dip in the dragons back, out if the way of her powerful wings, that she could nestle herslef into securely. It felt natural and comfortable enough for a long trip. She cinched the bag she wore closer to her body, and said a silent prayer that this spot would be cough enough
Rhiannon shrugged then, and Anactoria gasped as she felt the solid mass of scales and muscles under her move like a wave. Her hands moved to grip onto something, but her fingers slid across the scales as though they were glass. After a moment of panic, she finally noticed that even through the shrug, she had not budged from her chosen spot.
By the time Rhiannon turned around to check on her, she was smiling form eyes to earn even if her heart was pounding from a combination of fear and anticipation. She looked back up at the princess. "I am unhurt," she said. "You will have to do better than that to unseat Princess Anactoria Sapphis IV!" she teased.
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Post by Rhiannon Dragonet on Sept 7, 2010 21:15:34 GMT -5
Rhiannon bared her teeth in what was supposed to be a smile and readied herself for take off. She glanced back at the Princess one last time, flapping her wings lightly to let her know they were ready for flight. She drew herself back onto her powerful haunches, then stretched forward into a loping run.
The garden wall drew closer, and Rhiannon began flapping her wings just in time to lift the pair over the obstacle. She dropped her head in order to be more aerodynamic and beat her wings faster to hasten their ascent. The faster they were in the sky, the better; the fewer people who saw them, the better.
As dragon and Princess left the City of Venus behind them, Rhiannon turned her head to look at Anactoria, a question shining in her eyes. How do you like flying?
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Post by Anactoria IV on Sept 25, 2010 9:29:50 GMT -5
As soon as Rhiannon was in motion, Anactoria began to have second thoughts. It was a little scary, they way the powerful creature beneath her, which had seemed to solid a moment before, moved and rippled under beneath her. Then the wings started moving and Anactoria had to bite back a yelp.
Then they went up. And up. And up!
The dip she had found remained in place as they went airborne, thank the gods, and the princess once again tried to grab on to something... and her fingers once again slipped across Rhiannon's scales. So instead she lowered herslef towards the dragons back, as the trying to keep the wind of their ascent out of her face.
When Rhiannon looked back at Anactoria, the princess, still quite scared but trying not to show it, offered a nervous smile. "It will take some getting used to!" she called over the wind, her voice trembling, but her eyes shinning with the mixture of terror and excitement.
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