This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.

Though, Eggplant wasn't exactly sure what 'this' was, but if it was enough to trouble Anemone as much as he saw, it was bad. As he strolled back down to his room in the halls of the Seawing palace, he wondered if he should have pried more or put more effort into figuring out her problem. He had always held a bit of a grudge over being kidnapped and basically turned into a slave, especially earlier on in his time here. But despite this, he had slowly come to consider Anemone a close friend, even if he was too afraid to admit it to her.

Even after all this time, it still felt weird to think that he was not only living alongside dragons but considering one as a friend, even if the feeling was likely one-sided. The time when he was terrified and repulsed by dragons, was still clear as day in his memory. He still was frightened by them, but strangely, not Anemone. He knew if he should have been afraid of any dragon, it should be his magic-wielding master, but he almost felt at ease around her. It didn't make sense, but if he was enjoying something, why complain?

He still was worried for her, though. Something was clearly bothering her, and Eggplant wanted to help. But at the same time, she seemed really protective of whatever it was, so maybe barging in and demanding answers wasn't the best solution. He decided he would get some rest as she said, and figure it out once he was back on the job.

"Eggplant."

Oh, boy.

A familiar pale-blue Seawing approaches him. It was Urchin, he realized, Queen Coral's messenger. He was indifferent to the relatively-small dragon, only complying with his requests without any further word that wasn't strictly related to his work. He noted him carrying a small scroll with him as well, which he handed to Eggplant when he was close.

"Her Majesty requests that this message be delivered to Princess Anemone as soon as possible." Right, another message. Sending one straight to Anemone was a bit unusual, though; normally it was other people in the palace that Urchin had no time for. It wasn't entirely unheard of, though, so Eggplant thought nothing of it as he took the scroll from Urchin's talons.

"Yes, sir," he said, quickly phasing back into his butler act. He knew it really wasn't necessary, but if the formality scored him more points with the other denizens of the Summer Palace, it certainly helped. Urchin gave him a slight nod, before turning around to sort out his other duties.

As soon as possible, he had said. Eggplant turned around as well and began making the short trek back to Anemone's chambers. Hopefully, she wouldn't be upset with him for coming back. He'd have to swear that he'd return straight to his own room after this quick delivery, otherwise he'd have to risk dealing with Anemone's wrath for disobeying her. She'd gotten worked up over less in the past.

As he turned the corner to Anemone's private room, he heard some strange noises coming from behind her door. The wall was too thick to make it out specifically, but it sounded… pulsating, almost, slowly growing and lowering in intensity. Taking caution, he slowly pushed open her door to check up on her, and dropped the scroll to the floor in surprise with a loud thud.

Anemone was there, on her bed, turned away from him. Her head was pressed firmly against her pillows, muffling her moans. Presented to Eggplant was Anemone's ample rear, raised high into the air with her tail curled upwards over her back. Her arm was reaching between her thighs and her talons were rapidly fingering her slit, wet noises and her own sounds of pleasure coming from the room.

Eggplant gasped, not able to take his eyes off of the SeaWing princess. The sound of the scroll clattering to the floor had made Anemone snap to attention, turning around as her eyes widened in horror.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" She roared, quickly changing her position to hide herself from him, "DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO KNOCK?!" Her light-blue cheeks flushed scarlet in complete embarrassment. From the head of her bed she crouched, glaring at Eggplant, her eyes alight with fury.

"I-I just needed to deliver something! It was urgent!" Eggplant stammered, his formal facade shattered from the shock of seeing Anemone in such a lewd state. An unusual feeling pricked at him, but now was not the time. "I-I had no idea! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He scrambled to pick up the scroll, his hands shaking as he held it out to her. Anemone glowered at him, curling her claws dangerously, most likely considering whether or not to kill Eggplant right then and there. After all, he was probably just another scavenger to her.

Anemone slowly rose from her bed and made her way over, taking on an exaggerated regal posture. In the back of his mind, Eggplant knew it was just a front to make up for her less-than-elegant position from just a moment ago, but he didn't dare voice his thoughts. She ripped the scroll out of his hands, not bothering to look at it.

"When I say you're dismissed. It means get out." She hissed with the venom of a Rainwing. Eggplant was frozen in terror as Anemone retreated back to her bed, settling down on it, her fiery glare flickering back and forth between him and the bedside table where the scroll now rested. He hesitated before turning, and saw Anemone squirm in her seat. As he was about to walk out, Anemone spoke up.

"Wait." She sighed, her talons pressed against her temples. Eggplant could hear what sounded like reluctance and self-hatred in her voice. "Don't leave yet." Eggplant froze, feeling his heart stop in his chest. He felt anxious; to be expected of someone who just walked in on a deadly dragon with arcane magic doing… what she was doing. Before he could stop himself, the whole scene replayed in his head: Anemone moaning into her pillows, ass high in the air, her fingers sliding in and out of her wet clit.

And the entirety of the lewd scene was presented to him openly.

He suddenly felt hyper-sensitive, feeling every hair on his body stand on end, feeling how tense his muscles were, the way he had to force himself from not clenching his hands, the shuffling of his skin underneath his clothes.

All of his skin.

Stars dammit, he had a boner now.

Eggplant cursed himself out mentally. Anemone was a dragon, a fucking dragon. He shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts about her, and he definitely shouldn't be getting erect from her. It didn't matter that they both spoke the same language, she was still an entirely separate species. It didn't matter what he walked in on. It didn't matter how wide her hips were, it didn't matter how erotic her moans were…

Fucking hell, stop.

"...Turn around." Anemone spoke sensually, drawing out every breath. Her tone of voice sounded sultry, somehow provocative, almost. Eggplant could still feel his hard-on pressing against his clothing. He knew full well if he turned around, Anemone would probably kill him. Rightfully so, honestly. But if he tried to shuffle it around, it would only be more apparent to her what he was hiding. Taking a deep breath and deciding to just take the fall, he slowly turned on his heel to face her.

He could feel Anemone's gaze rake over him. She still looked angry about before, but the fury in her eyes had been replaced with… something. Something he couldn't identify. Something that scared him.

His gut clenched when her stare made its way down to the tent in his pelvis, and he heard her as she sharply gasped to herself. "Oh, my…" she murmured faintly to herself, which Eggplant only barely overheard.

Anemone's growing spell that she had cast on him months ago didn't exactly scale his entire body up 1:1. He had "grown to fit a dragon's proportions,'' she had said. The majority of his body felt more or less the same, barring some slightly longer limbs, but of course the enchantment's effect was mostly present on his dick, of all places.

He had noticed, too. No man worth his salt wouldn't have. Especially with how much he grew. It was almost unsettling.

And now Anemone noticed the results of her handiwork as well.

"...Not bad." She spoke up to him, her voice risqué and drunk on an uncharacteristic femininity. Eggplant gulped as she craned her body just a bit closer to him from the comfort of her bed. "Say, I have a… proposal for you. I'm in heat. I need a mate. You're clearly as aroused as I am." Eggplant bashfully tried to shuffle his erection into hiding, to no avail. "What do you say we… y'know?"

He almost fell over. Did she know what she was asking?! "M-Master, you're a- I'm- that's wrong!" he tried in vain to protest. Anemone only returned with a husky smile.

"So? You're a scavenger, and still my servant. It doesn't count. Besides, how taboo it is… it arouses you, doesn't it? Naughty boy~" she teased. Eggplant wanted to argue, but to his dismay, she was… well, she was right. He only grew harder as she continued to speak in such a seductive tone.

Eggplant turned his head to the size, covering his face with his hand, averting his gaze. "M-M-Master, you can't possibly be asking me to… m-m-mate with you, right?" he tried desperately. Anemone laughed. A laugh that enraptured him as much as it did terrify him.

"I don't want to mate, Eggplant. I want to fuck."

"A-are you sure this is what you want?" Eggplant asked, shudders running throughout his body. He had already closed and locked the door to Anemone's room, so they wouldn't have to worry about anyone else walking in as he had. Anemone herself was still on her large and lavish bed, facing away from him. Or rather, with her rear facing him. She was almost in the same position she was in when he entered, but her tail still draped down over her ass, frustratingly concealing it from his view.

"It's what I want. Looks to me like it's what you want, too," she giggled teasingly. She swayed her hips back and forth, her tail swinging seductively like a pendulum. Eggplant could almost make out the edges of her vulva from behind it, the sight somehow making him even harder.

Sun, moons, and stars, how did Anemone convince him to do this.

"B-but what if I get you-"

"I'm not going to get eggs from this, if that's what you're about to ask. You're a scavenger, I'm a dragon, it's impossible." Anemone cut him off. Well, that was one fear of his resolved, but he still couldn't help but be nervous as he slowly made his way over to Anemone's bed, his eyes glued to her sexy display. She seemed to sense his anxiousness.

"Look, it's going to be fine. I promise we'll both enjoy it, and I won't hold it against you later. Nobody will ever know. If you'd like, we can just pretend this never happened afterwards. But for now, just relax. Have some fun. Show some confidence," she encouraged. Eggplant arrived at the foot of her bed, just an arm's reach away from her displayed rump.

Confidence, he thought to himself as he silently clambered up into her bed, her surprisingly plump ass dangerously close to him. He could almost smell the pheromones in the air. I guess there's no way out of this. If she wants confidence, she'll get confidence.

Fuck it, may as well enjoy this.

"You still back there? You haven't bailed on me, have you? Or are you so hypnotized by my dance that you- Oh!" Anemone gasped when she felt Eggplant's hands firmly clasp over her ass cheeks. He gave them a gentle squeeze, feeling the scaly curves fill his hands. They were soft and supple; Eggplant never thought he'd find himself behind a dragon, feeling up her flanks in bed.

Anemone laughed a little, a strangely erotic laugh. "Now you're getting it. You know what comes next, don't you~?" she said. She stretched her backside to raise it even higher, pressing it almost into Eggplant's face. Her hips bounced as she did, her cheeks jiggling within his grasp.

He knew what came next. Letting go of one hand, he reached down to the base of her tail and slid his hand upwards, pulling it up away with no resistance, revealing her clit to him once again. Feeling his hands on her tail, Anemone let out a content purr and arched her back, pushing herself even closer to him. The full view of her made him even harder, painfully so now. He could see she was soaked, fluids seeping from her snatch as he prepared himself.

With his other hand, he moved down to his pants and tugged at the strap of his shorts with his thumb, pulling his manhood loose and hooking the waist of his pants underneath his scrotum. Feeling himself directly reminded him that he couldn't bear to get much more rock-hard. Luckily, Anemone was more than willing to help remedy that.

As he lined his tip up with her slit, Anemone grew annoyed. "Hurry up and stop with the teasing! If you knew how bad this heat was, you wouldn't-" She was cut off with a sudden and loud moan as Eggplant plunged his full length inside of her.

Eggplant felt every muscle clench up involuntarily; his eyes slammed shut, his hands squeezed Anemone's ass even harder. He collapsed forward, one arm hugging Anemone's tail while the other fell to her back for support, his hand clasping over her shoulder. Anemone's wings were spread, and she was gnawing the pillow in front of her, trying to cope with his sudden entrance.

"Aah! Don't- Rrg, don't fucking do that!" she complained. She turned her head to look at him, and Eggplant caught a glimpse of her razor-sharp teeth, making him quickly pull away the hand on her shoulder.

"S-Sorry!" he tried to apologize timidly. Dragons still terrify me, even when I'm balls-deep inside of one, he thought crudely to himself. Anemone growled, before turning back.

"It's- ah- it's fine. K-keep going," she commanded. Sensing her 'no-nonsense' tone of voice, Eggplant said nothing, and instead pulled his body back up to focus on pleasing her, gently this time.

Her insides were heavenly; her flesh held his shaft in a vice grip, with him only being able to move at all from how soaking wet she was. He knew that he was on the right track when Anemone's breathing gradually got sharper with every thrust. "Mmmm- you sure- you hav-en't done this before?" She finally got out, her tone shifting as she tried not to make any questionable noises.

"N-never with a dragon." Eggplant replied, his motions becoming faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Anemone let out small moans at first, and soon she began bucking her hips to the movement, her claws digging into the soft mattress and the low moans turned into high pitched squeals. "Agh! Harder, harder!" She begged, her previous voice being dropped for something more lustful.

Eggplant still had his hands on her behind, sliding his palms up and down along her flanks in a gentle massage. Feeling every part of her that he could as the once-proper princess cried out for him. His previous uncertainties quickly vanishing, having been replaced by bliss from how amazing Anemone's slit felt. As if she was made specifically for him. He thought her moans were like angels singing. She was a much better partner than the women from his home.

His train of thought was interrupted as Anemone let out a loud cry and writhed beneath Eggplant in an intense orgasm, but having found new confidence, Eggplant decided he should enjoy it just as much, especially after noticing his stamina had significantly increased. He rolled the still partially dazed Anemone onto her back and crawled up until he was facing her. "Is this what you meant by confidence?" He teased.

Anemone turned her gaze downward, and her eyes bulged out of her head at the sight of his hard-on. "Three moons, that's what you've been putting inside of me?" Despite her words, her voice was filled with ecstasy and excitement. Eggplant gave her a smirk, and slowly began again. More gentle than the first time. Again, he went to massage her sides, in sync with his other movements. Anemone seemed to be enjoying every moment of it, throwing her head back against the pillows with his re-entry, her wings furling and unfurling, her tail lashing ever so slightly.

Eggplant loved the softness of her under scales, her tender stomach exposed to him. Every small whimper of pleasure only heightened his own lust, but he still took it slow. In part because he wanted to tease Anemone, only giving her so much so she could beg for more, but also in part to the fact that he didn't want this to end. After spending so much time with her, he was genuinely enjoying himself, and enjoying the sight of his captor turned friend also being pleased.

"Stop going so slow," Anemone moaned in frustration as much as arousal, her own arms wrapped around Eggplant, wings splayed out on either side of her and going off the bed, flapping erratically. "You're killing me!" Eggplant only chuckled in response, once more beginning to pick up his pace, but this time he could feel himself coming close. He was still face-to-snout with Anemone, her eyes almost closed. Eggplant felt euphoric. If he dies here, then at least he dies doing this.

"How does it - ah! - feel?" Anemone asked. Her words were slurred, and her tongue was lolling out of her mouth. It was hard for her to keep her eyes focused on Eggplant's and not roll to the back of her head in lust, but she maintained a steely gaze. "You've, ah, always been t-terrified of dragons, I-I could tell." A heavy blush plastered her features, turning the scales on her cheeks a deep red. "H-How does it feel… to dominate one of us?" She was cut off by one of her own moans. "To have your Master under you, t-to use her as you please?" Eggplant felt his focus waver. Where were all of Anemone's arousing words coming from?

As Eggplant's energy rapidly began to lower, he felt himself rocking his hips forward with more strength as his own manhood began to get sensitive. It had been too long since he'd done this, and he couldn't hold back his moans. Anemone must have heard this as she pulled him closer, until their whole bodies were pressing against each other. It made the act a little harder, yes, but it was worth it for feeling the entirety of Anemone's body against his own. Her supple hips, her smooth underbelly, her powerful chest, her scaly arms and legs wrapping around him to pull him even closer. All of it pressing against Eggplant's bare flesh from all sides, consuming him.

When Eggplant finally came, he came hard. It was an explosion of pure and absolute euphoria. His fluids shot out of his shaft and filled Anemone's cunt to the brim. The bedsheets were a total mess. It was a miracle they weren't heard by anyone passing by.

Suddenly, Anemone mashed her face against his. Eggplant's tired eyes grew wide from the abrupt kiss. Her lips felt like no human lips he had ever had the grace of feeling, and he could feel her tongue press against his lips, asking for entrance. He reflexively opened his mouth to reciprocate, but before he could think about what he was doing, he felt his short stubby tongue wrestling in vain with Anemone's long and snakelike one.

It ended as soon as it began, both parties gasping for air. Anemone let out a few more small, breathy moans of ecstasy from their romp, before she looked at him and noticed his incredulous expression. She blinked, her blush came rushing back and she turned her head. "Was… was that weird?" she asked timidly.

Eggplant collapsed to the bed on one side of her. He knew it wasn't a good idea to lay in his Master's bed like this, but considering what they had just done, it hardly bothered him. "...Just a little," he replied, still catching his breath. Maybe this whole dragon-servant thing won't be such a bad life after all, he thought, just before his exhaustion finally caught up to him, and he passed out.

Anemone slumped down into the soft cushions next to him. Turning her head, she studied his sleeping face. Sweat was plastered to his skin. His normally tame hair was wild, pointing in all directions, mostly down. What caught her attention most was just how peaceful he looked; he was relaxed, more relaxed than she normally saw him. The whole servant act was probably getting to him over the past few months. Their "session" must have been good for him, Anemone thought with a smile.

Her eyes involuntarily trailed down his form to his still half-erect manhood. She blushed; how was it possible for a scavenger to please a dragon so well? She was desperate, anything at all would've been a life saver, yes, but this was heaven. And he looked huge, too. Then it hit her; She had done this, when she had initially enchanted him. What exactly did she say, again…?

"Enchant this scavenger to speak the language of dragons, and grow to fit the proportions of a dragon perfectly."

So that was it. She had enchanted him to "fit the proportions of a dragon perfectly." She hit herself mentally for such lazy wording, but her foolishness had led to some… interesting side effects. Why he didn't look horrendously deformed with that enchantment was beyond her, but the important thing was that she had inadvertently enchanted his dick to perfectly fit a dragon. His body, his length, everything about him, tuned to fit a dragon to absolute perfection.

She had accidentally created a perfect fucking machine.

Oh, moons, what was she going to tell Mother?

This story is a collaboration between various anonymous members of the Wings of Fire Writer's Guild. You can join us through the Discord invite in our profile!

Special thanks to BenignWolf for their extensive review! We have fixed some of the more critical and silly errors in Chapter 1, though we probably haven't covered everything you mentioned, so we may still change more in the future. We will try to improve and flesh out our characters more, but do keep in mind that since this is a collaborative story, some authors may not have the same views as others, leading to some conflict in flow, which is primarily evident in character. We'll try to fix this, but please forgive us if it's not exactly perfect.

We are also pleased to inform you and other readers that this story will extend for far more than two chapters. Expect more from us soon!

Thank you for reading, and we hope to see you again when we next update!

~The WoFWG