Once, a long, long time ago, in a world filled with fantastical creatures, there was a prince and a dragon. These two had never met until one fateful day. A letter arrived at the castle in which the prince resided, one of a very private matter to him, intent to draw him out without having others know about it. And so, the prince, taking the bait, would don a hooded robe and sneak out of the castle using its many secret passageways only he was privy to due

Makira yawns softly, stretching. It had been a year since anything noteworthy had happened in her village, but her duties of course persisted as chieftain, so she stands, smiling at her sleeping neko pet and daughter, before heading out of her hut. She would then address the needs of her people, helping wherever she could, especially when it came to the nursery, the fate of their young was the fate of the village after all. After she could find no more work she would take to the skies to do her

Makira would hum and smile softly, a few days later. She had gotten used to her new lifestyle and enjoyed it, with both a chick and a neko servant on her hands. She petted both gently on the head as they slept, smiling. She had woken earlier than them but continued to cuddle them, not cruel even to her servant with what she had done before, having taught her the wrongs of her ways after having taken her soul. Her chick was growing to look a lot like her, just with pure red feathers, unlike her o

    
Makira would yawn as she woke up, one week since the birth of her chick, before smiling down at her, cradling her in her arms happily, leaning down to nuzzle and kiss her little cutie. She lay like that for a while, before giggling gently as she hears her belly gurgle softly, before lifting her to her breast gently to let her suckle and feed in her sleep. She had become quite happy, though her duties did occasionally call her away of course.

Makira would yawn upon waking on another day, the sky a bit overcast with a small drizzle of rain, nothing too bad compared to the raging storms in this region. She would lay in her own hut for a while, feeling a bit on the lazier side. She yawned a bit, deciding to masturbate a while. She rubbed her folds, after all she lacked a mate still, moaning gently at the thoughts of a futa or even a femboy harpy being on top of her as she did this. She would eventually release, her fun over. After recov