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Friday was 'Sushi Night' at Castle Shari, which meant a world of trouble for the kitchen. Acquiring fish in the jungles of India was difficult enough without serving rulers that consumed up to a literal elephant worth of meat. Granted that had been one unprecedented case of late-night munchies.

The cooking staff took such epic consumption as a sign of how much their great leaders were burning calories to restore the great Drykmir empire. Half of them would not dare question the appetite of those heralding in a new age of dragon peace and prosperity. The other half felt no need to argue when their bosses were also their parents.

Six months had passed since the ill-prepared archaeological survey that set wheels into motion. Kevin and Desmond, more commonly referred to as Kevyn and Aqua these days, were still getting used to their drastic lifestyle change. Most people did not advance from college intern to emperors overnight, much less thicken out into bigger, fatter, dragon-human hybrids. They would need a long time before the idea of being waited on like gods become somewhat normalized.

Since then, the second coming of the Darge kingdom had been picking up momentum. The duo of rulers had become 'blessed' to lay large clutches of Drykmir eggs like clockwork every few weeks. Each one would always hatch into a scalie youth that quickly developed to a mature age. Hell, the first clutch was already patrolling the castle walls as strapping young men and voluptuous women. Their many brothers and sisters would only need a few months to join them.

Not to say the Indian government did not also surprise the changed rulers with open arms and avid worship. Many people in high positions all over the middle east and China still revered the ancient dragon legends. Support flowed in on an almost daily basis, making the old fortress restoration go quicker than expected. Much of the stone halls looked smoothed and refurbished like brand new. Only a few remote areas were left to clear the wild jungle growth before they had a place worthy to represent the empire.

That was still a good enough condition for the Drykmir vicereine to convince Kevyn and Aqua it was time to move onto a more political front. Soon they could divert supplies into the making of their first village. From there, the expansion would only continue with a rapidly increasing population.

The immediate problem both rulers considered was that they also had a finite amount of jungle to settle in. India had been supportive, but it remained to be seen if they would willingly integrate into a Drykmir kingdom. Neither of them had ever set their sights on controlling a world stage. That just seemed to be the way everyone else wanted them to go. Making a big celebration about the castles reconstruction felt the perfect time to announce an official Drykmir nation. Hopefully, it would help them make friends at the same time.

Specifically, they wanted to make friends of the people riding a convoy of limos into the courtyard that fun Friday night. Delegates had flown in from the United States, India, Pakistan, and Nepal for a tertiary meeting with this potential new nation. Trying to broker peace was incredibly important for this dinner; both to help secure long term land acquisition and to enjoy some kick-ass sushi. Waking up Saturday to go extinct in a micro-war would just ruin the experience.

One by one the cars pulled up to a stone pathway decorate with busts on pedestals lining a red carpet up to the main gates. A pair of green Drykmir around mid-teens posed as valets to help each delegate out onto the artistic path set for them. Joining beside them was a much older gold dragon in a tuxedo surprisingly accommodating for their masculine frame and thin tail. This one waited until all delegates had merged into a group before approaching.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." It went without saying that the high pitch feminine voice that left their rough muzzle was a surprise for the visitors. A smile also implied they expected such a jumpy reaction. "Please walk this way. Our esteemed rulers will be joining you shortly."

The golden one turned with an air of dignity in their stroll down the carpet. While the eyes of many unprepared humans stayed on them, none dared to immediately follow.

"A rather humble display for so majestic a race," commented the woman from Nepal. She took the opportunity to glance around the courtyard, spotting mostly banners representing their visiting countries and few cases of freshly made animal sculptures. "I was told we would be in the company of dragons and did not think it literal."

"They are freaks," grumbled the man from Pakistan. "A woman looking and talking like that? It is not the divine blessing of the gods."

"I, uh, believe the friendly term is altersex, buddy." The American representative gave a soft chuckle. Skittish eyes glanced around to make sure nearby dragon people were not listening. "Friendly advice; I'd be careful with that kind of talk in here. We got reports some humans get changed into these scaled critters as punishment...and then the agents stopped reporting."

"Then these monsters are cursed, and you football hustlers make lousy agents."

The Indian ambassador gave a loud cough before further interjections could be made. "If you're done expressing rude comments about our hosts I would prefer to not keep them waiting."

All the other ambassadors looked ready to fire off more remarks but managed to hold themselves back. There was plenty of time for colorful debates back at the border embassies. Everyone moved in a huddled crowd after their golden escort, who was already waiting patiently for them by the front gates. A red carpet had even been placed out along the still broken stones. Faint sounds of piano music could be heard echoing from inside as they reached the steps.

The gold butler yanked open one of the looming wooden doors upon the group's short climb up. No one wanted to admit the foyer was in better condition than expected. Floors had been polished to smooth stone, covered in beautiful carpets. A silver chandelier lit up much of the place bringing to life several tapestries and assorted collectible displays.

"Hello, friends from around the world! So glad we could all make it tonight."

Not much time to take in the decor when one of their hosts was already greeting them. Towering at the top of the grand staircase was Queen Kevyn herself. True to the reports, she was a green dragon that stood tall over her many sons and daughters tend her castle.

Such an extraordinary height was due mainly to her body structure. Her neck alone stretched two feet off the shoulders, bobbing a grinning head ideally side to side. It leads down a torso that looked stretched like taffy without a big belly of eggs incubating in its womb. There were no breasts to speak of because every once of fat wanted to pour into the woman's lower body. As Kevyn descended the stairs, her hips jostled in an endless series of ripples. An ass the side of a beanbag wobbled under a golden silk dress leading to thick thighs and abnormally lengthened shins.

Her American visitor would have called such a figure a bowling pin, but he knew better.

Kevyn stood before the small group to give a curtsy. The Indian ambassador promptly bowed back, with the others following her lead.

"I hope you've all had a pleasant trip. Dinner preparations are already complete, but my counterpart is having...difficulties joining us."

The man from Nepal raised an eyebrow. "Is she doing well?"

"Oh, yes. Yes. There are some...um...things about our new biology that we have no control over. I was fortunate enough to have dropped my newest...children a few days ago, so being fitted for a dress was relatively easy."

"So your mate is still bloated wider than a beachball?" The American representative blurted out without thinking.

While his company acted with immediate shock and reprehension, Kevyn surprised them all by laughing. "Correct. That is a less formal way of trying to phrase it. We tend to grow pretty big around the middle near the end of our cycles. Poor Aqua's likely to drop any time now. Also, she is not my mate but a very treasured friend."

The man's eyes rose slightly. "Is it safe for her to be walking around on our account?"

"Your concern is deeply appreciated, but rest assured I can't keep that stubborn mule in bed if I wanted to. Just be mindful she might be grumpy from sore feet." Kevyn clapped her hands, sending the foyer into a frenzy of motion. "But let's get more comfortable while we wait. I'm happy to have some company in our new home."

A whole line of well-dressed dragon-kin marched out a doorway leading into a kitchen. Each one bore scale pure as the whitest snow. It had a peculiar effect under the chandelier that made light glitter with their movements. They were both mesmerizing and nauseating to look at, depending on one's visual sensitivity.

They formed a line before their visitors to present trays carrying various beverages. The American ambassador set his sights on a glass of gin. His eyes met the short lizard girls and suddenly saw a rush of tension seize her tail. Her muzzle lips parted ever so slightly in a barely audible syllable. It was a familiar struggle of wanting to speak but judging the situation a high personal risk for doing so. An expert politician has seen such mental strains plenty of times in their career.

But the moment passed, and his server moved on to the other gathered humans. Once everyone had a drink in hand Kevyn clapped again. All the scaled servents filed back into their kitchen faster than they emerged.

"This way to the dining room," the much bigger green dragon said. She spun on one giant digitigrade paw towards a door on the opposite side of the foyer.

"Lady Kevyn," the Indian official said as she rushed to walk beside Kevyn. A risky maneuver that almost got her accidentally tail slapped. "One thing I'm curious about is how diverse your children are. Those lovely ladies were clearly light elemental kin. Isn't it typical that Drykmir generally births kin of their own element without the aid of another's genetics?"

"That caught us by surprise too," Kevyn admitted while they walked. "Our best guess has been that our transformations were a particular case. It was clear that our job as the first brood mothers to exist in centuries is repopulation. To make this possible the magic is clearly impregnating us with the remaining bloodlines of over a dozen tribes. I've hatched everything from the four elements to a few steel-kin. Old records indicated that clan to have been wiped in a civil war out long before the rest of the empire."

"Virgin dragons? What blasphemy."

"Hmm? I'm sorry, hun. The clapping of my butt makes it hard to hear sometimes." Kevyn did an abrupt stop, almost bowling the Indian woman over as she turned to face the Pakistani visitor. "Did you say something?"

"I was merely clearing my throat, your highness." The man calmly made an obviously fake gagging expression. "I had mistaken this wine for something stronger."

"Oh, well, let the boys know what kind of drink you prefer." Kevyn faced back around, making the Indian woman didge her tail a third time. They reached another set of doors that Kevyn pushed open to reveal a decorative dining hall. She stepped aside, waving her guests towards the set long table. "Please, sit wherever you like."

Everyone filed in taking full advantage of the green dragons invitation. Every ambassador made sure to sit in a position that left at least two empty chairs between anyone else. Good old political schisms like to persist even over dinner.

Kevyn was not about to push a needless issue. She wiggled her way over to the big chair at the far end, letting a skinny red male with thick pawed hands seat her.

"Would you like the crab, salmon, or shrimp sushi?" The question was asked in turn by a short blue woman with the biggest pair of breasts anyone had seen.

"I'll have the crab if it's half as tender as you look, missy," The American man said with a wink.

It got an annoyed eye-roll in response as the little dragon moved to write down everyone's preferred sushi. She subsequently had to ignore the disgusted behavior of the Pakistani guest, never losing her dignity.

"If the diner needs are set, Lady Kevyn," said the Indian visitor once their supposed waiter had departed. "I am eager to finalize our arrangements in annexing this jungle to your aspiring new empire."

"Shouldn't we wait for the other one?" The American guest raised an eyebrow. His stomach was way more interested in trying sushi made for royalty before going into business.

"That's fine. Aqua usually lets me play the negotiator anyway." Kevyn straightened up, taking a golden goblet of fermented beer from a waiting red lizard. "Thanks, hun! Yes, the land India has bequeathed us has been insanely generous. We've managed to survey large plots of land we can cultivate with minimal deforestation. I can assume our American friends will still be willing to bargain for some livestock and produce? My co-empress loves her pork."

"On that, you can certainly count on us," said the American. A short pause allowed him to take a swig of sweet booze. "We're brokering deals with Cuba and Mexico for the first shipments. We should be able to get them here before the season's end. As a side bonus, several investors wish to make you generous offers for..."

"Hard pass."

The American stopped taking a swig so suddenly gin spilled across his lap. "E-excuse me, your highness?"

Kevyn's snout had twisted into a glare that stung worse than the alcohol on his pants. "We are very well aware of how capitalists in your country operate. No amount of money is worth what profiteering foreigners would want to do to my kingdom."

"But if you could consider..."

"My children? Already have. They won't be living off borrowed homes. Thank you very much."

"Now hold on a..."

The flustered American was not getting a full sentence in, it seemed. Everyone at the table became startled when the doors flung open, hitting the walls with a resounding bang. Waddling on through the opening was a blue-winged dragon. On her head, between a pair of horns, was a brass diadem that complimented her red wolven dress trimmed with more brass rings that clicked with her wide steps.

"Sorry I'm late, Kev!" Aqua barely managed to wedge her thick hips through the doorway. The sight of her corpulent figure wrapped in such tight silk left all the human's jaws hanging. It was clear by her enormous belly this woman was struggling with a very late stage of pregnancy. They could even see the outlines of thick paddings along her breasts to help catch excess milk. "Hope you like the dress. I just kind of made them rush the damn thing so we could eat. My damn brats are starving already."

Kevyn giggled, watching her close dragon friend be seated at the opposite end of the table. She hoped the sloshing blue whale appreciated being left the royal chair closest to the door. "You're just in time actually. I was talking with our friends here about setting up a few acres for livestock soon."

"Oh, thank the gods," Aqua said with pure joy. Her brown eyes whirled to stare down a flinching American guest. "Let me tell you, I've gone four months without a hamburger and I hate salmon. It doesn't help when fish is all anyone around here thinks I should eat."

"It is the natural diet of our great ancestors, mother," spoke up another red servant passing off a golden goblet to Aqua's eager hand. Or maybe it was the same one waiter, it was getting hard to tell with all dolled in tuxes and maid dresses.

"You say that now, Steve jr." Aqua paused to take hard chugs of her wine. "You'll be thanking me when we get a McDonalds and Dairy Queen out here. No kids of mine aren't going to live in the modern age without classic junk food."

The American ambassador gave Kevyn a smug side glance. "Good to see a dragon with an eye for enterprising. That's how you work to financially stabilize a future country."

Kevyn's stern gaze never faltered. "Keep talking, yokel. It's a two-day walk back to civilization through wild jungles."

"He trying to pitch that whole 'timeshare' crap I predicted?" Aqua laughed, only needing the mans blushing face for an answer. "Totally called that one, didn't I? Bastards can't resist trying to buy the land out from under us."

"It is an unholy land at this rate, anyway."

"And who the hell is talking to you?" Aqua's smile dropped as she turned to stare down the Pakistani visitor.

"Aqua! Manners, please!" Kevyn's gaze found a way to become cast in shadows, delivering an unsaid warning to her fellow Drykmir. It got Aqua to reel back in her chair pretty fast.

"I'm sorry, sister. And to you, our esteemed guest." Aqua bowed her head against the table, surprising the foreign dignitary into a blush.

"Perhaps we are both simply caught in our emotions?" the man offered as Aqua lifted her face up, promptly drinking more wine. "My leaders are very anxious to share the lost knowledge of the Drykmir and have prepared several shipments of oil and concrete to help with your rebuilding efforts."

"Good to hear," Kevyn said with a polite nod. Her mood had returned to a cheerful smile masking her own draconic impulses.

The doors slid open a bit more gently so several food carts could be wheeled in. Leading the pack was the same golden butler that had shown everyone into the castle. "Dinner is served."

"That's even better to hear!" Aqua said, visibly salivating as two large trays were set before her. The kin serving her lifted both domed lids at once, revealing heaping piles of rolled rice with various fillings. There seemed to be no logic behind the stacking, only to fill it with as many pieces as possible.

Everyone else received a generous portion of sushi but arranged in more stylized rows. Drizzles of sauce overlapped on the rice in zig-zag patterns. Clumps of wasabi paste and ginger were arranged in the center to resemble a bed of roses. Kevyn's was surprisingly small for being the biggest at the table. That might have had to do with a significant lack of eggs in her belly at the moment. She was still a week away from the next batch's gestation.

It was a surprise Aqua waited until everyone was served with fresh drinks to attempt eating. Before the first piece could reach her toothy maw, however, the ambassador from India clicked on her glass several times to gain their attention. She moved as if to stand only to get cut off herself by a burst of movement from a few chairs down.

"I would like to make a toast then," said the man from Nepal. He had risen so fast his chair scraped along the wooden floor, splashing a lot of whiskey out of his glass. "To ladies Kevyn and Aqua, let us wish them the greatest health and prosperity as we all work together for a new country, and a better world."

"Well...said?" The Indian guest settled back into her seat, fuming. Raising her glass suddenly became a polite gesture to her dragon hosts than that bastards toast.

Murmurs of agreement echoed across the dining hall. Everyone raised their glasses to take some amount of drink. No sooner did Aqua's goblet hit the table than she was shoveling sushi in two or three pieces at a time. Kevyn shook her head amused, consuming her own rolls at a more relaxed pace. With the hostesses eating, everyone else soon followed.

"You've been pretty quiet over there," said Kevyn to the man from Nepal. Receiving sudden attention made the human jump a little before he could sit. "Any word from our new friends to the north?"

"Y-yes, your highnesses. Borders are still being drawn; however, we have assurances that you will receive the lands requested by the United Nations. There is no issue from our end."

"Good to hear," Kevyn said with a grin. "We were hoping to reach agreements with Bangladesh, but they are rather rude in ignoring our summons...speaking of rude, Aqua, are you okay down there?"

All heads turned to the opposite end of their table, noticing a series of hard coughs coming from the blue dragon. Aqua could not muster a reply while fiercely pounding her fat chest trying to dislodge some stuck sushi. When that failed her meaty hand snatched up the goblet of wine, staining her cheeks in red rushing massive gulps. Even after that, she continued coughing, body thrashing with increasing urgency on her throne.

"What is this chaos, great ones?"

"Anyone know the Ahimelech!?"

"You think the monstrosity eat a fishbone?"

The three emissaries stood almost in unison, unsure if they should aid the thick dragon or if their actions may cause some unknown offense. Nervous glances to Kevyn provided little insight into their options. The longer green ruler continued eating her sushi watching with a disapproving scowl. Eventually, Aqua began to relax again, rubbing her tender throat.

"O-okay. I think I'm o..kay...nope! I was wrong."

THUNK!

The four humans jumped when Aqua's body slumped forward, burying her face into the half-eaten mountain of sushi. Her spiked tail gave one meek twitch, and the corpulent beast went still.

Silence blanketed the horrified occupants of the dining hall as they stared at their host's limp body for several seconds longer. No one wanted to even dare to breathe like remaining still could somehow skip over this turn of events. They might have also clung to hope that massive blue frame would take a breath and give them some affirmation of life.

An extra bit of vinegar itched at Kevyn's throat, making her cough. That immediately broke the tension sending everyone into a screaming rage of emotions.

"Someone's trying to poison our great leaders?"

"This is the judgment of God, you fools!"

"Holy crap, did we drink the same wine!?"

"Maybe we should get our cars?"

It was almost impressive how they all screamed different things in unison. Kevyn could not get her kids to do that after weeks of practice. Since internet and electricity, in general, were still shit out here, she and Aqua had encouraged the use of stage plays among the more creative offspring. But now her thoughts were digressing.

"She's not dead you idi...confused humans." Everyone stopped mid-word to gawk at Kevyn. Being already annoyed, she chewed extra long on a piece of sushi to calm down. Luckily no one was stupid enough to speak up until she swallowed. "Aqua, hun, I told you not to be overdramatic about it."

"Aw, come on, Kevyn!" Aqua sat up so suddenly that her ears folded back against the horrified cries of their human guests. Still, the smile never left her broad snout while licking off sushi and sauce clinging to it. "Did you see the look on their faces? Oh god, priceless."

"For someone self-declared power-mad, you're making us look like total clowns."

The Indian ambassador whipped her head back and forth between the two dragons. They were almost worried she might develop whiplash. "Wait, so this was all a prank to make us think there was poison?"

"Oh, no. These things are definitely poisoned," Aqua said. Although, admitting that did not deter her from plucking two lumps of her tray for consumption. "It's just the idiot that planned this did not do his research."

"What the hell you two ladies talking about?" The American said exasperated.

"We can taste poison, simply put." Kevyn nommed a fresh piece off her own tray. Her muzzle twisted into a smug grin of triumph, looking over the four nervous visitors. "Thing is; Drymir have a high resistance to toxins. You would need something a lot stronger than some cheap rat poison to knock us off our fat asses."

"No respect for the thick thrones at all," Aqua added with a tutting noise.

A loud thud caused both dragons to look up. The Indian woman had slammed both her hands on the table, gaze fixed on a surprised Pakistani. "I should have known you would insult this meeting with some disastrous scheme."

"How dare you!" The man jabbed a trembling finger at the wide-eyed American next to them. "He openly admitted not an hour ago to have spies all over this place. Why else would capitalist dogs be sending so much relief aid if not to get close to their target."

"Hey, now! Those agents defected of their own volition. Our contract proposals are nothing worth killing over."

"He's right on both counts," Aqua said, punctuating her words with a loud burp. "BWARP! We didn't need to even search out your undercover recruits. When they found out how awesome being a dragon was, they revealed themselves without prompting."

"We're surprised you didn't recognize any of them serving you drinks." Kevyn grinned seeing the wheels slowly turn in the American's eyes. She did not give him time to comment on the topic further. "But more importantly it was because of them we inadvertently found out about this cute little attempt on our lives. We knew the second we decided to rebuild the ancient empire there'd be some opposition. The only real surprise was its underwhelming effort."

The man from Pakistain had genuine survive on his face gazing at the American. "So it really was an assassination effort by the western dogs?"

"Try to keep up," Aqua cut in through a mouthful of sushi. It became an increasing shock just how much poison one dragon gut could take. "They already informed us about a lot of discourse over our upcoming border acquisitions. So, of course, the only one to try such a thing would be..."

Chairs were sent flying as the man from Nepal bolted for the door. Aqua only smiled at being cut off, making no attempt to move while he moved by. A whole pack of her strongest kids was waiting out in foyer after all. Soon as he opened the door, the man was tackled under a large pile of colorful scaled dragon-kin.

"Good work, boys. URP!" Aqua burped again, wiping her muzzle with a silk napkin. "The rest of you might want to retake your seats. We got a good show coming up."

The remaining three delegates glanced to each other. Since neither could offer any rebuttal, they resigned to do as asked.

While everyone got situated the crowd of smaller dragons slowly dispersed. It became unnerving to see many had seized the opportunity to tear off chunks of the ambassador's clothes. Their prey squirmed on the floor naked still easily overpowered by just one of the queen's offspring.

"Unhand me you little gremlins! You can't treat me like this. This is a diplomatic incursion at best!"

Since the man refused to stop struggling, he ended up dragged across the floor amidst panicked screams. Neither Aqua or Kevyn was notably concerned about this. A weak aristocratic human could never dislodge the muscular female red-scale pinning him down. Concern and fear only gripped the other three humans when a pair of scaled yellow men can bustling in towards their captive. One carried a decorative bottle semi-formally before him, the other having a bundle of chained shackles in their arms.

"You plan to poison him back. Is that it!?" The Pakistani glanced from one dragon ruler to another. "You nefarious monsters really are demons without mercy."

"Oh, shut up!" Technically it was Kevyn's tone that did the trick over her words. It was the first time since dinner started that her guest had sensed any sort of malice from their host. Considering one of them was being locked up in chains without clothing, the rest felt no need to risk their lives on careless words.

"Contrary to popular belief neither of us like killing," Aqua said having finished her entire mountain of sushi. The blob of a blue dragon moved to get it, promptly stumbling to no one's surprise. One hand braced her heavy frame against the table while the other kneaded her gut. "Ugh! Stupid poison, I'm going to be gassy all night."

"That was a good ten pounds of food, you dummy." Kevyn's smile returned as she also rose out of her chair. "I warned you Drykmir won't die from poison, but it certainly doesn't digest well."

"And I told you I don't like wasting fish."

A harsh rattling of chains brought everyone's attention back to the Nepal man. He had been released from the muscular female dragons grasp, having had shackles attached to his neck and limbs. Each, in turn, had a short chain held by equally muscular siblings to ensure he was not going anywhere soon.

"W-what are you going to do to me?"

"Simple, sweetcheeks," Aqua said with a gesture. The smaller dragon holding the bottle began to approach their failure of an assassin. "Every now and then we end up with 'dud' eggs; no live baby in them, but still loaded with tons of magic. Turns out anything that eats them becomes a Drykmir themselves."

The man's eyes widened, his whole frame trembling as the bottles stopper was pulled off. "No..."

"So yeah, this is a special brew we made for willing recruits wanting to join the cause. The American spies all said it tastes like rich custard."

Kevyn snorted, brow furring in her disapproval. "Knowing his personality, I doubt we'll get as pretty a result too."

"Y-you...you think you can just come back after centuries of obscurity and claim anything you want!?" Fear must have been a powerful adrenaline rush. Like a man about to face execution, the Nepal visitor broke down from terror into a state of rage. Even as the bottle's neck was moved towards his mouth, he tried to get out every defiant thought he could at once. "You're not even real Drykmir are you? You were nothing humans a year ago, right? What right do you have trotting about likes goddesses? WE all know you're really just spoiled, fat ass-HURRPP!"

The servant waited patiently for his mouth to open wide enough before using the bottle's opening to plug it properly. Muddy like contents promptly filled up the empty cheeks before choking him in unstoppable overflow. EXcess leaked out the sides of his lips but not enough to relieve the pressure. Burning against his uvula forced him to take a hard swing, eyes scrunching to wipe off painful tears. His mouth filled back up in less than a second, forcing another gulp.

That seemed to satisfy the servant, who pulled back the bottle so the ambassador could take a breath. Heavying breathes of fresh air brought little relief to the pain in his lungs. The man was more concerned about the hard clenching his forced drink was causing in his stomach. Despite his best efforts he could not manage to puke up such vile contents. Even if it were possible, something made him feel like it was too late. The highly dense magic of ancient dragon eggs was already running it's course, heating up his blood as it filled his being.

"No!" The man whined in a voice that cracked sharply into a higher octave. Each movement caused large clumps of his brown hair to slide off his scalp. In its place, the man's head began to crack and smooth over in a coat of grey scales. Every inch of his skin began to wrinkle and crack, forming into a natural scaled armor. Pairs of small backward curving horns grew out on either side of his forehead as ears stretched out into a much sharper point. "No! No! No! Y-you can't do this to me. There are laws."

It might have been funny as almost every word of defiance was uttering in an increasingly higher pitch. His last sentence itself coming out in the unmistakable voice of a young woman.

The changing ambassador almost did not notice how his face was pushing out into a reptilian snout. All his attention was on the way his hands were growing black claws. Hands themselves shrunk into a more delicate, refined shame. The arms flowed with this dwindling muscles, becoming sleek with fine layers of feminine fat.

"No, please!" The half-dragons eyes and smaller hands moved to his chest as shoulders narrowed. Seconds later they were forced back by a rush of fat piling onto each pectoral area. Pushing harder only made soft scalie flesh bulge around his palms until finally being forced to release them. His new breasts bounced with a lightweight, only settling with a slight hang as little apples. "Oh, god, no! I'm not some vile snake woman."

"How rude!" Aqua said, giggles betraying her attempt to sound offended. "Dragon's are totally not snakes."

Kevyn gave her neck a long sad shake on its extended neck. "Besides I'm sure our gift has better things to bless him with."

"Wha-Nnngghh? W-what the hell is this!?" The Nepal dragon peered down horrified. He had expected the main sign of his masculinity would begin fading. Instead, his penis and sac were exponentially growing. Shifting internal anatomy lifted his phallus to permanently point upwards, the head becoming extremely tapered with many barbs growing off its skin. When it did recede, it was only into the shelter of a thick scaled sheath to await its proper use.

A pathetic wince and shake of his hips saw the sprouting of a sharp tail tip. It quickly grew out to a sizable four-foot length befitting his new race. The butt connected to it plumped with a rich deposit of fat, but still felt lacking. Legs reconfigured into a girlish stance and feet puffed out into thick paws completing the changes.

Servants helped lift their newest kin to his monster feet. Knees shook as full hips forced them to press together. Despite the innate fear of witnessing such a drastic transformation, to a diplomat no less, everyone could not help noticing how petite the final form ended up becoming. Grey scaled breast and hips shifted about looking a far cry from the much larger dragons, or any of their children. The only exception was his swollen dragons sheath, but that had grown so large it looked borderline fake on such an underdeveloped body. Somehow that made his changes all the more embarrassing.

This made Kevyn nod in satisfaction. Having to look up at her and Aqua looming overhead brought another crushing realization, there was a lot more than just his boobs that were small. His tail instinctively curled around his legs, grasping it sheepishly under the assumption of dwindling down to four, maybe even three, feet tall.

"Y-you...what happens to me n-now? Am I reduced to barbarians sex slaves?"

"Ew! No!" Aqua looked ready to bust her gut full of sushi laughing. That is if the excessive poison did not make her barf it up first. "We got willing Drykmir from the locals that are way better hung than you. If I weren't ready to drop, I'd probably have two rubbing my belly tonight before some fun."

"Aqua! Shush!" Kevyn facepalmed, waiting for her face to stop feeling heated before lowering her hand. "You're not our prisoner, dork. It's a pointless show of warning if we don't send you back. Our kids will take you back to your car, and you can show everyone up North what will happen if they want to use unnecessary force. You can give us the land on a reasonable payment deal, or let us convert all your attacking troops until the extra space become a necessity. Have a safe trip now."

"But...but..." The tiny grey dragon could not form words as he was escorted away by his chains. They could tell his mind was befuddled trying to comprehend such a radical life-changing event. Not to mention the flurry of 'what if' questions trying to regain control of an unpredictable future.

Hopefully, local customs of Napel were a bit accommodating for a dragon of mixed genders. Not that either ruler could be totally empathetic to once that just tried to murder them, after all. Aqua only offered her toothy smile and friendly parting weave until the dining room doors slammed closed again.

Kevyn took a deep breath before turning to face what remained of their company. "Would anyone care for fruit or dessert?"

The three humans stared on, unblinking, and white-faced. They had also become lost in a panicked storm of thoughts unable to get a handle on the situation. Fear out of meeting an equal scalie, possibly curvy, end made them choose their next words very carefully.