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Qibli adjusted the straps on his bag as flew low over the trees, searching for Winter's little cabin in the forest. It had been quite some time since the sandy quadruped dragon had visited Sanctuary, but he remembered that the IceWing lived far from anyone else.

It only took a few moments of circling in the skies before he spotted the oaken roof, diving down towards the spacious yard before the house. Grass brushed against his claws as he landed, nestling his wings behind his back. Qibli approached the door and knocked three times, an old pattern that he annoyed Winter with back when they went to school together.

The door opened a moment later. Qibli was greeted by a devilishly handsome dragon, his ice-blue scales glittering in the afternoon light. Years of knowing him informed the SandWing that he was happy to see him, though he thought that his greeting expression could still use some work. A neutral, even slightly happy Winter could have been considered morose at best by anyone else on the continent. "Hey, Qibli," he said.

The SandWing couldn't help but grin as he saw the snowy dragon. "Winter, buddy! It's been forever!"

"I didn't realize six months counted as forever," said Winter, though a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Please, come in."

Qibli stepped into the small house. For a dragon who had lived entirely in a castle of ice, Winter filled his home with plenty of life. Light streamed down from the rafters into the kitchenette, falling on a couple of potted plants sitting on a windowsill. "Nice little place you have here," he said, nodding in approval. "Really moved on from that IceWing aesthetic, have you?"

"It's good to have a different perspective on things," he said, "even if it's just decorating with more than ten shades of icy blue."

"That's still better than staring at one shade of sand forever," Qibli said ruefully. "Ever since I took up politics at the Sand Kingdom, that's all it's been. Sand, sand, and more sand. I miss Jade Mountain Academy." He paused for a moment. "Hey, Winter, you wouldn't happen to know if Queen Snowfall needs a new SandWing ambassador? Maybe something, uh... could happen to the old one. Hypothetically."

His friend shook his head, his mane of icicles clattering softly. "My cousin adores Cirque," he said. "If anything happened to her, I'm sure she would channel Queen Glacier and rip the offending dragon's wings off. Before killing him, obviously."

"Why do you say 'him'?" Qibli asked, faking offense. "Girls are just as capable of making dragons disappear."

"Just a hypothetical."

The SandWing let out a chuckle. "Hopefully rest isn't a hypothetical," he said. "Where can I put my things?"

"Just down the hall, to the right," Winter said with a watering can in hand. "There's a guest room for you." Qibli watched the IceWing leave through the front door, surely heading out to the lake in search of water.

Qibli's claws clacked against the hardwood as he left the kitchenette and walked down the hallway. He made a right turn into his guest room... except what he walked into what was definitely not a guest room.

His mind began to tick as he took in everything before him. It was not anything like how he imagined any IceWing, let alone formal royalty like Winter, would choose to live. A gigantic mirror studded one side of the wall, so vast that he stopped and stared at himself. How did he even manage to put together the money for this, let alone have it installed in a small town like Sanctuary?

Then there was the stout dresser lined against another wall, completely unordinary except for the large ornate box sitting upon it. Qibli recognized it as a jewelry chest that SandWing royals usually commissioned from master woodworkers. How did something so expensive and exclusive find its way here?

The questions already piled high in his mind, but the room offered only more mysteries. The SandWing looked at the bed next, letting out a small "whoa" as he sank his claws into it. It was so regal and plush and vast that his talons practically disappeared underneath the blankets. He stared at the pink fabric, reminded of the few times he had to fetch Princess Blaze from her room. She would be furiously jealous of what Winter built himself here, he thought with awe.

And upon the bed were a set of soft, frilly garments, colored a beautiful glacial blue with ornate patterns stitched within the fabric. They were like tubes, definitely not meant for dressing anything but... legs? The tail?

All he knew that they were fit for a princess to wear.

Qibli froze when he heard Winter return. "Oh, did you know Moon's in town?" he heard the IceWing ask as he padded down the hallway. "She's coming by later, probably will want to get dinner at our usual place. Kind of a funny coincidence for all of us to be here at the same time, but I won't complain-"

His voice stopped the moment they locked eyes. The SandWing stared back, as if he were a dragonet caught with his claws in the cookie jar. "H-hey, Qibli," Winter said, obvious alarm streaking across his face. "How did you get in my room? It was supposed to be locked."

"Well, you said the room to the right," said Qibli defensively. "And it wasn't locked at all... but that's not what I'm wondering about right now." He turned around to face his friend, frilly clothing in claws. "Is this yours?"

Winter's glacier-blue eyes went wide. Qibli didn't have a moment to react before the IceWing snatched the stockings from him. "Absolutely not!" he said with a hiss. "You're not supposed to be in here! Get out!"

Unfortunately for Winter, the SandWing was far too observant. Shocked expression? Check. Voice pitching two octaves too high? Check. Clothing that somehow looked right at home on his slim body? Check.

All he needed to know was why.

"I didn't know you were dating someone!" Qibli exclaimed, feigning surprise. "Soooo... who's the lucky girl? She must be special to receive the undying love of Prince Winter of the IceWings! Does she know Queen Snowfall is your cousin?"

"I-" Realization pooled in Winter's eyes. "Why yes," he said, his icy mane bristling, "she does in fact know that I was royalty - not that it matters anymore, of course. Why do you want to know, anyways?"

"Why do I want to know? Really? I thought we were friends!" he cried in mock offense. "Best friends, even. You never mentioned her in any of the letters you wrote... you wouldn't ever hide anything from me, would you, buddy?"

Winter stared back at him with suspicion, but Qibli knew he had woven his deceit too well. "No," he admitted after a short moment, narrowing his eyes at him. "I suppose not. She's an IceWing, if you must know. A beautiful one."

"Oh! What's her name?"

"I don't think I'd let you tarnish her name with your voice, sand-snorter."

Qibli fought back a smirk. Winter could try his best to act diplomatic with him, but when the talons hit the ground, he was just as snarky as the day they met. "Oh! I- well, alright then," he said, voice flat and defeated. "I just... wow. I didn't think that you and your IceWing girlfriend were into... haha..."

"Into what?!"

"Easy, now," he said, holding his claws up. "You know, I've only seen princesses wear those kind of clothes." He paused, waiting tactically for the precise moment a horrified expression washed over his friend's face. "Winter! Are you trying to marry back into the IceWing tribe?!" he gasped. "Or wait, hold on, do you... do you like it when she dresses like a princess?" Qibli erupted in a bout of laughter, failing completely to contain himself. "Is this like, royalty play? Where you and your girlfriend dress like kings and queens and-"

"I-I'm not into that!" Winter yelped, blue blood coloring his cheeks. "It's not royalty play, or whatever moon-blasted name you have for it! I just thought the stockings looked cute, and wanted to see how it fit on-"

Qibli looked right into Winter's eyes, wishing that he could commit to memory how quickly the life faded from them. "Go on..."

"On h-her," Winter finished lamely, his scales trembling. "Um, Qibli-"

"Let me guess," he said. "There is no girlfriend, is there?"

Silence filled the room. Winter could have frozen him to death with his glare alone, were the deepest notes of embarrassment not etched on his face. "Um."

"Wow," breathed Qibli. He shot a look over at the full-body mirror in the room, the dots connecting like constellations in his mind. "Winter, you wouldn't happen to put those on, would you?"

He could head the IceWing's breath hitch, his body crouching as if he were stalking prey. "I will peel your hide away one scale at a time if you tell a single soul," he hissed. "I swear by the three moons."

"Now put your princess dress on and tell me that," Qibli said with a snort. Then he yelped as Winter lunged at him, crackling frost accumulating in the IceWing's maw. "I'm kidding! Winter, buddy, I'm kidding! I swear!"

"Good," he growled, settling back down. He pointed out at the hallway. "Now get out."

For however feral and angry Winter looked, Qibli felt a twinge of regret for joking around with him. "Wait, wait. What's wrong with it?" he asked. "No, I'm being serious this time."

"Is that a real question?" the IceWing asked. Sarcasm dripped from his words. "Everything's wrong with it! Males aren't supposed to adorn their bodies with such frivolous, ridiculous nonsense!"

Qibli self-consciously felt at his earring, frowning. "Need I remind you that such frivolous, ridiculous nonsense saved your life before?"

"And besides," Winter continued, ignoring him, "could you imagine how I look to others with this on? Just so silly and helpless and girly and..." He let out a growl of frustration. "Don't tell me you're this dumb, Qibli."

"Hey, no dragon is going to think that if they see you dressed up in that. Uh, most dragons. Some dragons?" he said hopefully as Winter glared at him. "But it doesn't mean you can't enjoy it, you know. I mean, I don't really see the problem with it."

Now that aroused a fair degree of suspicion from the IceWing. "Really."

"Really." Qibli gestured to the frilly bed. "I might make fun of you a lot, but honestly? I firmly believe in being yourself," he said, "and if yourself is a dragon in princess clothes, why not? As long as you're comfortable in them."

Winter snorted. "Well, what if I'm not?" he lamented. "It's stupid. This was a mistake. I'm going to throw this out." Qibli watched as the IceWing marched over to his dresser, pulling out an impressive variety of stockings and dresses and all manners of royal clothing. Clearly, he was doing a little more than just experimenting.

But it was all about to become little more than torn scrap in Winter's claws before Qibli intervened. "Wait, wait," he said, latching onto the IceWing's wrist. "Are you going to stop doing this just because... I saw you? Winter..."

Winter gave him a stare, as if evaluating what the best thing to say was. "... maybe," he said with a soft growl. "Maybe I don't like my friends seeing me in a ridiculous princess outfit. So what?"

"Winter," Qibli said with a chuckle. "Trust me, when I think of you, I don't think about what you look like as a princess." He couldn't stop himself from picturing Winter in a flowing gown and stockings, alarmed that he didn't immediately find the sight stupidly absurd.

"But you will now!" His response was as petulant as Qibli predicted. The grumpy IceWing tore himself free from his grasp, dropping all of the clothing and sitting down on his bed with his arms crossed. The SandWing watched him, willing himself to be patient with the pouting dragon. "What a disaster all of this has been."

Clearly, words were not going to work. Qibli could feel Winter's eyes glued to him as he walked up to the dresser, fishing a princess gown out of it. It was sewn better than any the clothing he had ever felt before, including the sheer silkiness of Blaze's shawl. "These are really well-made," he said with arched brows.

"Yes! They are," Winter said sourly, though Qibli still heard the pride in his voice. "They're what only the highest class of IceWings wear."

The sight of Winter strapped up in thin, silky stockings returned to him, and he had to shut down his imagination before it went any further. Qibli let the fabric flow through his claws, marveling at how soft and wonderful it felt. "Well, look," he said, fluffing out the gown before him. "What if I put some of these on? Would seeing me dressed up in these help you at all?"

"What."

He began to drape the gown down along his back, feeling its softness slip against his scales. "Qibli, w-what are you doing?" Winter asked, his voice hoarse. "You, uh-"

"That's Princess Qibli to you!" he said with such swagger that he thought the IceWing was going to fall off the bed. "Relax, Winter. If you see me looking like this, then there's no way I can tell anyone else about you. Right?"

Winter stared blankly at him. Qibli busied himself with slipping the gown over his sides, a convenient hem sewn to skirt around where his wings protruded from the fabric. "See? Look at me," he said with a chuckle. "I'm sure I look even worse than you!" He frowned at the baby blues cloaking his golden scales. "These colors definitely weren't made for SandWings."

"That's not a problem," the IceWing said. "I think... I think it look good on you."

Qibli couldn't hide his surprise, but he didn't need to. The look on Winter's face was oddly inscrutable, and he failed completely to meet his eyes. "Of course it does! A preposterous assumption to think otherwise," he said, trying his best to keep his voice level. "I learned how to talk like that from the royals blowing through Queen Thorn's palace. It's horrible."

Encouraged by Winter's reaction, he picked up the small pile of clothes and laid it on the bed, searching it for something else to wear. "You should help pick something out for me. I can't make talons or tails of any of this."

Winter leaned down after a moment of stillness, his claws sifting through the pile far more gently than Qibli expected. "Hm... how about... this?"

It was an extremely long stocking, lengthier than any of the stockings Qibli found before. "It's for your tail," Winter said. "It slips around it."

"Slips over it," said Qibli, picking it up. He stared long and hard at his own stinger. "I don't think I'll be able to get it over my tail."

"Slips around it, Qibli. Pay attention," Winter said. "Of course the royal seamstresses took that into account. This tail stocking slits open down the middle so you can wear it like a cuff, just for your tail instead." Qibli blinked as Winter took the stocking back from him. The IceWing pulled his thorny tail up before him, wrapping it in the royal fabric before working several buttons shut. "See?"

The stocking looked right at home on Winter's tail, the darker royal blues bound tight against the paleness of his scales. "Yeah," the SandWing said. "Yeah, I see what you mean. Those patterns are really cu- I mean, nice. Very nice."

For the first time since they were in the same room, Winter seemed to relax. "They're snowflakes," he said. "Not that a SandWing would know what snowflakes are. One day I'll take you to the Ice Kingdom so you see them for yourself. Payback for hauling me all the way across the desert forever ago."

"R-right." Qibli never realized just how thick and long Winter's tail was, but the way the stocking hugged his body made him incredibly aware of how... nice it looked. The SandWing found his brain unable to process words properly, only a mild panic forming in his head. "You looked like you knew you what you were doing with that tail, uh..."

"Stocking."

"The tail stocking, right." Qibli did his best to stop thinking about cute IceWing dragons in stockings. He nudged at the pile of clothing and looked up at Winter. "What else do you like wearing?"

He started going through it again, sorting it into small piles. "I really like stockings in general," Winter said softly. "They wrap around nice and tight around you, but they're not uncomfortable at all. I think they accentuate natural beauty very well."

The SandWing could do little but watch as Winter went on and on about the virtues of stockings, unconsciously slipping them on his legs one by one. Qibli's mouth was unusually dry, the dragon relegated to dumbly admiring how the IceWing's wonderfully regal sleeves glittered in the light. They hugged Winter's soft, supple legs, not a single curve out of place. He had thought IceWing princesses wore dresses as haughty as their personalities, but...

"... and stockings are very difficult to procure in the Ice Kingdom, so lesser royals will often import them instead of commissioning IceWing seamstresses," said Winter. "Qibli, are you paying attention at all?"

He nodded his head, as if he had just risen from a trance. "Y-yeah, of course buddy."

Winter pulled a stocking up his last naked leg, softly tugging it up to his shoulder. "See? They're practically made for me," he with a degree of confidence absent from his voice before. He got up off the bed and strutted around in front of the giant mirror, preening himself and letting out happy little sighs. Qibli was strongly reminded of how Princess Blaze would inspect her reflection in little pools of water, polished steel armor, and even a dinner plate once.

The difference, though, was that Blaze was little more than walking comedy, and Winter... Princess Winter, he thought to himself with a tremble, aroused many more complex feelings within him.

"You look good," Qibli managed. "Certainly better than me in this gown."

"Of course," said Winter with a surprisingly affectionate smile. "Why wouldn't an IceWing look brilliant in IceWing clothing? Though I'm sure that I can twist a wing or two to have some SandWing dresses made for you. I've heard that their attire is far more risqué."

Qibli dug in his memory, thinking about the belly dancing that princesses partook in at SandWing festivals. "M-maybe!" he said with newfound anxiety. "Maybe. We'll see."

Winter gave him an appraising look, but thankfully dropped the subject. He got off the bed and walked over to the dresser, opening the jewelry box atop it. Qibli's eyes widened as he saw gold glinting from within, much more treasure within than he thought anyone but Anemone would keep squirreled away. "Aw," he said, spotting a very familiar piece of jewelry, "you kept my earring!"

"Not by choice," he said with a snort. "It's been years since Darkstalker's been around, but you never know..."

"And here I thought you were stunned by my fashion sense," Qibli joked, trying to deflect a pang of guilt coursing through him. He'd tell him about Kinkajou's actions someday... just not today.

Winter thankfully relieved him of his thoughts, holding out a small golden band. "IceWing princesses usually don't wear much jewelry," he said, slipping it over one of his horns, "but obviously they haven't met me. I think I put them to shame."

He only nodded in agreement, watching as Winter pulled a necklace out next. "Qibli," he called. "Latch this together for me."

He hummed in confusion. "Don't you normally do it yourself?" But he relented anyways, sidling up close to the dragon and taking the necklace. It was heavy in his claws, the small gold chains gleaming back at him. He couldn't ignore how well they complimented Winter's pale scales as he draped it around his neck, clicking the tiny latch shut.

"Well, this one is really small," Winter said back, tugging gently at the necklace. Qibli thought he saw the IceWing's ears darken. "... and I don't wear it very often."

"Why not? It looks gorgeous."

Winter failed to respond, instead mumbling about company and digging through his jewelry box again. Qibli couldn't tell if he had said something wrong... or something right to the blushing dragon, trapped in his own thoughts as Winter tried on rings, bracelets, and other fine jewelry that he couldn't even name.

Before long, the IceWing had settled on a good look for himself. A single diamond-studded ring decorated one of his claws, and a pair of golden wristbands wrapped around his arms. Little gold chains hung in arcs along his horns, like the curve of a half-moon, glinting whenever he turned his head even slightly.

"Wow," said Qibli. Despite how often he joked about Winter's lineage, for the first time he felt as if he were in the presence of true royalty. "Winter, you..."

"What?" he asked. "There's no way you're going to tell me that I don't look absolutely amazing."

Qibli wasn't sure how to respond. He flipped through every possible response he could give, trying to predict so many outcomes that Clearsight herself would have been impressed. He didn't know how Winter would take it if he agreed - the IceWing did just go on a tirade about guys wearing girly clothing. But if he said he looked just okay, then surely he'd take offense to that too... but he definitely couldn't tell him the truth.

Could he?

Qibli's heart pounded in his chest as he considered the pretty IceWing from head to toe, trying his best to ignore just how easy those stockings were on his eyes or how dazzling all of the gold adorning him was. "You look... amazing," said Qibli softly. "Amazingly cute."

For the first time ever, he wasn't immensely proud of taking the wind out of Winter's sails. He felt just as embarrassed as his friend when the IceWing let out a surprised stammer, cheeks flushing. "T-thanks, Qibli," he said, voice betraying much more than mere gratitude. "But there's still one more thing that's left."

There was a small drawer in the middle of the jewelry box that Winter busied himself with. Qibli couldn't see what exactly was in it, but he have time to guess. His friend turned around, a beautiful golden tiara in his claws. It was, like most IceWings, sharp and aggressive, gold curves sweeping up to diamond-studded points. Intricate designs, ones that skilled dragons must have poured days into, danced and weaved along the tiara's band. "Just this left," Winter said in a way that made it seem not casually 'just this.' "Qibli..."

He felt light-headed as the IceWing offered him the tiara. He was just supposed to make him feel comfortable, not... "Y-yeah, Winter, buddy?"

"Do you... would you like to coronate me?"

"Coronate? Winter, I..."

Qibli didn't know what Winter was asking him. Of course, it was obvious that his friend was asking him to crown him, but what was he actually asking? Was this some sort of IceWing ritual? A way to ask for a date in some spectacularly weird fashion? They were just friends, right? Right?

But his body acted before his overbearing thoughts could intervene. "I'd love to," he breathed, holding his claws out. Qibli cursed his heart as he received the tiara, hoping that his friend couldn't see his trembling talons. His chest pounded as he rehearsed the few powerful words over and over again in his mind.

Then Winter bowed, lowering his head before him. "I, uh, pronounce you," Qibli declared in as officious a voice as he could summon. "I pronounce you Princess Winter of the IceWings."

He placed the tiara gently on Winter's head, nestling it around his ears before stepping back. The ice dragon rose back up to his full height, a furious blush blazing across his face as he made uncertain eye contact with Qibli. "Princess Winter of the IceWings," he said with a nervous laugh. "It sounds so weird when someone else says it."

The SandWing wanted to respond with something snarky, but despite their girly princess outfits, he found the situation far more solemn that it should have been. "But you know," Winter said, "when you say it, it just feels right to me, somehow. Um." The IceWing looked carefully at him, as if suddenly aware all of his feelings were on parade. "I will destroy you if you tell anyone else about this."

Qibli lifted his wings, the dainty gown flowing around his own body. "I promise, Winter. This is just between us."

"Not a scrap of Qibli left in the wind, I swear!" the IceWing warned, his head held high.

A long silence filled the room. The two dragon stared at each other. Qibli couldn't make talons or tails of Winter's gaze, the dragon watching him with something that wasn't quite his trademark annoyance. Of course, he was also quite aware of how artificial his own expression was. An hour ago, he would have been laughing hard enough to tear up, but now, he adjusted his face to be precisely neutral, as if he were just casually observing his friend.

"So, uh," he said, rubbing at the hem of his gown. "What do you normally do after you dress up?"

"Well," said Winter, "I just do everything as usual... except dressed up like this. Do some writing or drawing, relaxing, maybe look at myself in the mirror. Sleep if I do it before bedtime. But, ah... you being here changes a few things, of course."

Qibli could not ignore Winter's bashfulness. Pure embarrassment scored his face; his body language screamed discomfort. "What do you mean by that?"

He knew that Winter to be a terrible actor, but the strange, artificial smugness the IceWing tried to prop himself up with was cringe-inducing. The Icewing circled around him before seating himself up upon the bed again and giving Qibli a scornful look. "Such an impudent question," said Winter, his words stilted. "You are in the presence of a princess. Do you not mind your manners before royalty?"

"Uh." Qibli blinked. "You alright there, Winter?"

"How dare you address me without honorifics," he said, actually standing up on the bed. Qibli had to hide a snicker at how Winter's claws sank deep into the blankets, the ice dragon nearly falling into the blankets. "It might have not occurred to you, SandWing," the dragon said, precariously maintaining his balance, "that IceWing royalty is to be paid only the greatest of respects."

Winter's response, as well as his suddenly haughty behavior, put Qibli on edge. There was no way he was actually pretending to be a real princess... right? "Oh! Do you mean for me to call you Princess Winter of the IceWings?" he said very loudly.

He saw a flash of doubt cross Winter's face. The IceWing looked around him, as if the walls had grown ears, but settled down after a moment. "Yes," he said cautiously after a moment, regarding Qibli with newfound suspicion. "That is correct. I am Prince Win... Princess Winter of the IceWings, and you shall address me as such!"

So he was serious. In a rare moment for Qibli, he was absolutely bewildered, lost for what to say. On one hand, the IceWing was being absolutely ridiculous - there was no way he could expect him to go along with pretending to be some common, lesser-than dragon submitting to his best friend. Didn't he make fun of Winter for that when he was genuinely that insufferable?

But what Winter really, truly wanted was to feel like a princess, he thought as well. Walking around his own room in private and swaggering about must pale in comparison to having someone actually at his beck and call, especially if he could bark orders at them instead of a mirror. Having his best friend discover his secret must have been the best and worst thing for him in a very long time.

Oh, Winter, he thought in melancholy. So precious, yet so tortured.

But the old Qibli - the Qibli from an hour ago - snarked in his mind. It wasn't enough for Winter to dress up as a princess? he asked himself. Winter wanted to act like one too, fantasy replete with subjugating someone under his claws.

Qibli gave the beautiful IceWing another look. His body trembled, and his heart pounded harder, almost as if he couldn't breathe for that single moment.

... but there was nothing wrong with what Winter was doing, he thought firmly. It wasn't that being under Winter's authority was something he was into - if anything, he thought with a shake of his head, he didn't care for it at all. He just... he just really wanted to see Winter comfortable and happy with who he really was. If it only cost him a few hours of his dignity to make his best friend the happiest dragon in Pyrrhia, wasn't that worth it?

That, and Winter was kind of hot, sitting there so regally in his stockings and jewelry. Not that he would vocally admit that.

So Qibli stowed his pride away in his heart, somewhere deep where he hoped Princess Winter couldn't accidentally stumble upon it and tear it to shreds, and bowed to the dragon before him. "My apologies, Princess Winter of the IceWings," he said.

His performance must have been good. Even though Qibli didn't dare look up, he could hear a soft gasp of shock. Clearly, he had been expecting him to do anything but go along with the act. "Y-you are forgiven," said Winter, his voice unsteady. "Up on your feet."

The SandWing obeyed his order, pulling himself back up. "Yes, princess. Or would you prefer Your Royal Highness?" he mused, pretending as if he was deep in thought. "You know, if I refer to you as Your Royal Highness, then you could be a prince or a princess. Wouldn't that be strange? Oh, all of the others royals must know that you are a princess, right-"

"Q-Qibli!" barked Winter. "Cease your useless yammering at once, or I shall see you... your tongue removed! With haste!"

Though he chose to fulfill Winter's fantasy, there was nothing that said he couldn't do it his own way. "My apologies," Qibli said, trying and abjectly failing to suppress his smirk. "How shall I refer to you, then...?"

Winter paused in thought, and Qibli did his best to appear supremely interested in his decision. "Enough! Stop staring at me with those moon-blasted eyes of yours!" He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Princess. You are to refer to me as Princess."

"Very good, Princess Winter. Of the, uh... IceWings. Right."

Winter still look shaken, but had enough composure to glare back at him. "Now, Qibli," he said, "I have a task for you. I've been feeling a... a bit of a knot in my back for the past few days. Could you...?" He shook his head. "Make yourself useful and massage it away for me."

Qibli tried not to let shock color his face. Winter's first request was ... a massage? He looked up at the IceWing, witness to unmitigated embarrassment raging across his features. It was especially telling that he refused to make eye contact at all, even when Qibli let an awkward pause settle between them. "Uh, I can do that," he finally said with a gulp, cursing his wings for quivering. Where had all of his humor flown off to? "I can definitely do that for you."

Then Winter looked back at him, and Qibli failed to comprehend his expression, a cocktail of embarrassment and thanks and trepidation and disbelief and anticipation and so many things that somehow he, the overthinking dragon, was simply inundated with emotion.

But the IceWing managed to hide all of that behind a wall of ice just a moment later, nothing but a scowl plastered on his face. "You can definitely do that for me, what?"

"Ah. Sorry. I can definitely do that for you, princess," said Qibli with another bow. "But I had thought that IceWings were very... claws off with each other?"

"Naturally," said Winter with a wave of his wing. "But this is an exception, for I have no one else to tend to me besides... you, unfortunately."

Qibli bowed. "Very unfortunate, princess," he said, though he knew that Winter's voice was laced with anything but disappointment. "But luckily for you, I am the best masseur known to dragonkind and I am deeply honored to lay my claws upon the most beautiful dragon in Pyrrhia."

His acting earned him a tremendous "ugh", but Winter sat back down up in the bed and shook his wings open. "Enough theatrics, Qibli," he said. "Perform your duties."

He circled around the bed. Winter shuffled to one side, just enough to give Qibli enough space to jump on beside him. He tried to not be impressed with how soft and comfortable the bed felt under him as he splayed his claws wide open, trying to remember how to actually massage a dragon. Queen Thorn had asked him for similar things a long, long time ago, but he was certain it was a far less intimate affair than... whatever this arrangement was.

He leaned forward, pressing both of his claws against the middle of Winter's back. The IceWing scales were cool, like an autumn breeze, but hardly intolerable. First, he had to search for where the knot actually was, which proved immensely difficult from how Winter tensed up the moment he touched him. "Let me know where," Qibli said, doing his best to concentrate on his actual job and not the fact that he was giving a back massage to his best friend.

"Mm... move it up higher," said Winter. "A little higher... a-ah, Qibli..."

That single sound was enough to make the SandWing shiver. "There? Good, good. Yeah, just stay still, Win- I mean, uh, princess," he said, trying to make words come out of his mouth as fast as possible. "Just stay right there and let me work my magic."

Qibli began to press harder into Winter's back. He drew circles with his outstretched talons, working his way down bit by bit and trying to ignore the pleasured groans rising up underneath him. "Ah, that feels... mm, that feels really good," Winter said, his wings spreading out more.

"Princess?"

"Hm?" The IceWing looked back up at him, and Qibli tried to rearrange his face into something that wouldn't betray his thoughts. "Keep on going. Your claws are animus-touched, I swear."

"Really?" he asked, relieved when Winter rested his head back down in the pillows again. "Have you never had something like this before?"

Winter was about to answer, but groaned instead as Qibli smushed his talons into a particularly tight spot. The irony was not lost upon him - though Winter was nice and relaxed underneath him, the last time Qibli was so nervous was when he stared down Darkstalker years ago. "Not at alllllll," the oblivious IceWing sighed. "We don't have any of this frivolous... behavior in the Ice Kingdom. Pain like this is considered a teacher. To willingly lessen it is to partake in vice."

Qibli had his suspicions from his time with the IceWing in school, but never got to confirm it so openly until now. "Is that so, princess?" Qibli asked, rubbing up and down Winter's more relaxed body. "Then why ask me for a massage?"

"Because sometimes," Winter said with such authenticity that Qibli struggled to determine whether he was acting or not. "Sometimes, a princess must enjoy the finer things in life. Wouldn't you agree?"

Qibli couldn't help but smile. To hear something like that from someone like Winter pleasantly surprised him. "I think that's a good to look at things, buddy," he said earnestly, glad that his friend couldn't see the ridiculously sappy smile he gave him.

Then he winced from the faux pas, waiting for the IceWing to correct him with a harsh jab... but nothing came of it. Instead, the body beneath him sagged a little, as if another knot of stress had lifted out of his scales. "Mm..." Winter groaned, adjusting his shoulders. "I could fall asleep like this. But don't stop! I command you to continue."

There was the princess he knew. Qibli continued to massage at Winter, humming softly as he traveled down towards the small of this back. It was an old SandWing tune, one that he remembered from when Thorn was raising him, and he lost himself in the soft song. Time seemed to blur; the only thing that he paid attention were his friend's moans, guides for where he should knead next with his claws.

By the time Qibli reached the base of Winter's tail, the IceWing had passed out. He reached forward and massaged his shoulders. "Princess Winter," he said softly."

Winter's ears twitched, and he arose with a groan. "Ah... Qibli?" he asked. "That was..."

For however much Qibli wanted to poke fun at the snoozing princess, the mere sight of a drowsy Winter blinking away his drowsiness made him want to coo. "You fell asleep," the SandWing simply said, deciding to conceal his melting heart.

"I did?" said Winter in a very unroyal manner, burrowing his muzzle back in the pillows. "Mmph. I might have to ask you for another massage again sometime."

Qibli couldn't find the usual coldness in his voice, but he refused to believe that Winter was serious, either. "Anytime you may desire it," he said in a carefully crafted tone. "Princess."

He fell away from the bed, allowing Winter to stretch his wings and yawn. His jewelry glittered as they caught the afternoon light, the SandWing captivated by the sight until the moment the princess looked his way. "Ahem. Very good, Qibli. You could use a treat," he said. "There is an icebox in the kitchenette with a box of ice cream and berries. Please plate it for us."

"Ice cream, princess?"

"An IceWing delicacy. You will recognize it when you see it."

Qibli left the bedroom, almost stepping all over his gown on the way out. He had half a mind to take it off, but the thought of how Winter would react kept him from removing it. So he wore it into the kitchen, immediately spotting the frozen-over icebox. He found a couple of bowls, placing them on the counter before pulling out the box of ice cream.

It wasn't that he recognized it as ice cream, so much as he recognized that Winter had neatly written "ice cream" on the box. As a SandWing, he was completely unfamiliar with IceWing foods, especially something that looked so soft and delicate like the treat before him. He found a spoon in one of the drawers, expecting to have to chisel the delicate, swirled surface out of the box, but was utterly surprised to find that it sank through the ice cream like a hot knife through butter. He scooped out two generous portions, topping the pearly-white desserts with clawfuls of frozen berries also sitting in the icebox

"Qibli!"

Oops. He hurriedly put the rest of the ice cream back into the icebox before gathering both bowls and a pair of spoons in the crook of his tail. It was a careful balancing act, and he nearly dropped one of the bowls when re-entering Winter's bedroom. "I had almost thought you didn't know what you were doing," Winter said.

There it was again - an IceWing royal's trademark smugness, though Qibli knew that Winter was just acting. He let him enjoy his superiority, setting the bowls on the dresser. He put a spoon in one of them, digging into the ice cream and holding it out. "For you, Princess Winter."

The name drew a delighted growl from the dragon. "Thank you." Winter took the bowl from him, plucking one of the berries and tossing it into his mouth. "You must try these frozen fruits," he said. "They are exquisite."

Qibli looked down at his own bowl, digging out a small mound of ice cream with a blueberry on top. He regarded it suspiciously, watching as it melted and dripped over the sides of his spoon before putting it in his mouth. SandWings knew good food, and though he trusted Winter, there was no way IceWing food could be as good as-

"Three moons," he said, eyes wide. "This is really good. It's like... ice, but much softer and sweeter. The crunchy berry on top, too..."

"I'm glad you can respect my tribe's artisanal skills," said Winter. "We are unrivalled in this realm of the culinary world, of course."

The SandWing barely heard him, unable to resist taking another bite... and another, and another, only slowing down when he felt Winter's scornful gaze upon him. Still, he ate almost ravenously, the meal far better than a fried lizard, camel milk, or anything else from the Sand Kingdom.

He looked down at his empty bowl, only the melted dredges of ice cream remaining. Qibli shot a glance out towards the hallway, but realized that if he got seconds, he would probably dump the entire box of ice cream into his bowl. "This isn't good for you, is it?" he asked, as if to reinforce the correctness of his decision. "It's so sweet and creamy..."

"All in moderation," Princess Winter said, though the crafty expression on his face struck a rare note of fear into him. "However..."

Qibli watched as the IceWing dipped a single talon in his nearly-untouched mound of ice cream, a healthy layer of white dripping from it as he held it out before the SandWing. "If you truly want more," said a heavily blushing Winter, "you will have to lick it from my claws."

He stared hard at the proffered claw, jaw hanging open. Just how far was Winter pushing his act? They were having fun, yes, but this... this was different, wasn't it?

Yet part of him yearned to see how the IceWing princess would react if he actually did it. Could he get Winter so embarrassed that he'd imploded into a snowball? All he had to do was sacrifice just a little more of his dignity.

And at the same, anxiety filled his chest. If he actually licked Winter's claws, even jokingly, would that be weird? What would that do to their friendship? They were best friends, yes, but the fractal of emotions that was his heart suggested there was more to it than that.

In that moment, he was somehow the least like himself, yet the most like himself as well. He cast aside whatever little dignity remained, and gave Winter the brightest look he could muster. "I'd be more than happy to, princess," he announced before shoving his muzzle right at Winter's outstretched talon.

The ice cream tasted just as good as before, though that was not the reason why Qibli enjoyed it so much. He made an entire scene out of his worship, rolling his eyes while suckling on Winter's talon. "Q-Qibli!" stammered the IceWing. "You...!"

He let out a moan as he released the claw, letting his dark tongue lick the ivory clean before looking up at Winter. "I've only done what you've asked, princess," he said with a giant grin, though a blush of his own shone bright under his scales. "Won't you feed your subject some more?"

Winter gulped, as if suddenly realizing how dangerous Qibli was underneath him. However, as he predicted, the princess was too invested in his act to break character, and he slowly dipped his claws into the melting ice cream again. "I-if you insist," said Winter. "Come here. I will sate your appetite."

Qibli noticed that Winter had taken the liberty of drowning not just one, but all of his talons in the dessert. He leaned forward and pressed his whole snout into those cream-soaked claws, drawing a stammer from his friend. Ice cream smeared messily over his scales as he let his tongue loll out again, licking at not just a single talon, but all over Winter's claws. The smooth, tasty cream was secondary to enjoying how the princess squirmed and flexed his digits, clearly ticklish from the touch of his tongue. Qibli took his time with sucking every one of them, slurping and smacking before moving on to the next.

He must have looked so silly licking at the princess' claws, but the thought of embarrassing Winter only drove him further. Even when there was no more tasty treat remaining for him to eat, Qibli still romanced the scaly digits, doing his best to lock eyes with him the entire time. He was rewarded by the beautiful catastrophe of emotions on Winter's face, so thoroughly blue that he thought the IceWing just might faint. "Your claws are amazing, princess," said Qibli, wiping his muzzle. "I can see why dragons would throw themselves at your feet for just a taste."

Qibli knew that Winter was trapped. He could either maintain his royal character or tell Qibli off for being absurd, but not both. The SandWing entertained himself with watching his friend melt down over the internal debate, every one of his icy scales shuddering. "Princess Winter?" he asked. "Your subject is still hungry for more. Perhaps in your good graciousness, you may find it fit to feed him further."

Winter's eyes homed in on him. "P-perhaps," he said with a degree of shyness Qibli thought wasn't possible from him. "Though... I will serve it to you in a different manner."

"Different?" Qibli fought down a blush. How else could Winter embarrass him further-

The IceWing stood up on the bed, looking desperately away from his eyes.

Qibli stared at the new... protrusion throbbing excitedly underneath Winter's belly. He didn't expect its cerulean tones - while IceWing tongues were the same color, its blues was simply exotic. It still physically looked very similar to his own, though, and he was less surprised by that. "Wow, Winter," he said with a nervous chuckle. "Do you really like it that much when I lick your claws?"

"S-shut up."

That amounted to total admission for the SandWing. "So, Princess Winter... what do you want me to do?" he asked with bated breath. Truthfully, Qibli knew exactly what he wanted to do, but he wanted to hear the words tumble out of his stammering friend's muzzle.

"I want... no, no," the IceWing said with a huff. "I order you to um... service me, SandWing. You are to take all of me in your mouth. Do you understand?"

He made sure that Winter could see how widely he smirked, hoping that he masked his giddiness well enough. "Of course, princess." The bed squeaked as he jumped onto it. He rolled over on his back and wriggled underneath the standing IceWing, staring up right at his friend's belly. "I understand that you simply desire for your loyal subject to choke on your dick. However!" he said further before Winter could protest or melt from embarrassment, "you should simply ask instead for me to pamper Your Royal Highness. You will find that I am quite... adept."

"Nonsense," growled the IceWing. "I gave you an order, Qibli, and you will follow- ah- hh-"

Winter's belly scales were warmer than the rest of his body. Qibli discovered this by letting his wet tongue grace the soft hide, drawing one long lick from front to back. "What was that, princess?" he asked with another lick. "You sound a little distressed."

"N-no!" the dragon said after taking a few calming breaths. "You're not allowed to do this to me, Qibli! I am a strong, powerful- nnfgh...!"

Another lick, another moan. For all the times he poked fun at Winter, he had no idea just how satisfying it was to make him melt and squirm from just a simple touch. "A strong, powerful princess? I never would have guessed... though there is deeeefinitely something strong and powerful down here."

He had to remind himself to not go right for Winter's dick, though it was difficult not to stare at the length throbbing mere inches from above his head. "A-ah, please," gasped Winter, his hips rolling forward. Qibli had to shut his eyes before his length drooled all over his face. He wiped himself with a claw and blinked. "I just want to..."

Princess Winter was so talkative. Qibli reached up and took that IceWing length in his claws, giving it a nice, long squeeze before stroking slowly. He could feel the ridges pulsing under his talons, more and more preseed leaking all over his face and the bedding below. "Hm?" he asked. He leaned up to give Winter's belly another lick, but this time, he reached far back enough to give just the tip of his arousal an affectionate slurp. "You just want to what, princess? Use your big girl words."

Down came Winter's hips again, Qibli so far underneath the IceWing that he felt the ridges press and roll against his snout. There was something about the cool fluids coating his face that aroused an emotion more debased than just smug playfulness within him. Qibli felt intensely a newfound need to subjugate Princess Winter to his own whims - because, of course, that's what Winter really wanted, he told himself. The only satisfaction he got out of all of this was making his friend happy.

His eyes almost crossed as he watched Winter's cock move back again. Qibli did his best to align himself with it, wiggling on the bed and opening his maw as wide as he could. "I want to... I want to fuck your mouth," mumbled the dragon above him, the least bit aware of the waiting trap the SandWing laid underneath him. "Making your princess say such filthy things; who do you think you are-"

Schlorp.

Qibli's eyes went wide. He didn't expect Winter to just fill his muzzle like that, nor did he expect him to fill it so fully. He took his next breaths carefully, doing everything to suppress the sudden gag reflex he was faced with. The IceWing didn't look that big from afar, but when his endowment was stretching his jaw wide, it suddenly became a much less manageable affair.

He held on only because he wanted to hear the IceWing sing - and sing he did. Winter's entire body trembled above him as he hit a note so high that he could have been mistaken for an actual princess, a nice glob of pre filling Qibli's throat as he suckled hard at the frosty length. In no scenario ever had Qibli thought of sucking off another dragon - much less his best friend - but that thick dragon cock nestled in his maw was so incredibly girthy that he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

As Qibli reconsidered his entire attitude towards dragon dick, Winter withdrew his cock with a meaty schlick. "You- Qibli- what did you-"

He watched a thick string of pre dangle between his muzzle and Winter's tip. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it princess?" he asked. "Princess?"

An expertly-planted smooch on Winter's belly unmuted him. "Yes! Yes, I did," he said, as if to assure himself. "I hope you are ready to take my... uh."

"Your what, princess? Your frozen spear? Your thick, throbbing icicle? Oh, maybe your gift of-"

"Shut up!"

The only stopping Qibli from further cycling through some more colorful descriptions of cock was the one thrust back in his face. He obediently opened his muzzle again, feeling the ridges slipping against his tongue as Winter filled him again. He relaxed himself the best he could knowing that the zealous princess might not understand something as nuanced as a gag reflex. Luckily, his length was far thicker than it was long, and Qibli only had a jawbreaker of a knot to contend with rather than having his throat expanded.

The SandWing began to rock his head back and forth, trying to match the rhythm that Winter thrust into him with. His tongue curled around his length whenever it lingered in his maw for more than a few seconds, every soft squeeze earning him a huff from the shuddering IceWing. Winter's excitement felt like small, cool droplets smeared in his muzzle, just a little bit thicker than water as he swallowed them down. "A-ah, that's right," he whispered. "What's wrong? Can't talk back? Good, because Princess Winter has a l-lot to give..."

Qibli felt a pair of cool claws plant themselves on his thighs, and suddenly became nervous. Even before he had seen Winter's cock, he had been trying his best to suppress whatever lustful feelings roiled within in his loins, but there was no way he couldn't get aroused from sucking his friend off. Tears began to form in his eyes, his jaws aching from just how wide he had to open them.

But he kept at it, suckling and slurping and making Winter as comfortable as possible inside him. He wondered if the warmth of his maw made the experience better or worse for his friend, though he knew he didn't have the resolve to ask him right now. At the very least, there was some comforting news carried in every one of Winter's whimpers and grunts.

It was only when he felt one of Winter's cool claws around his own throbbing length that he couldn't handle it more. Qibli slapped at the IceWing's thighs; at first, the pounding didn't stop, but after some more insistent pushing, he felt him finally relent, drawing a muzzle-filling girth out of his tired jaw. "Not so mouthy now, are you?" Winter asked, panting. "To think that I could have gotten you to shut up years ago just by fucking your face..."

Qibli had to take a moment, his chest rising and falling as he slowly regained his breath. "Oh? I didn't realize you were a princess years ago, too."

His snark struck home, drawing a snarl out of the IceWing. "I wouldn't have wasted my endowment on such a rude dragon, anyways," he said, "so don't get any funny ideas."

"Thank the moons that I'm behaving so well, then."

Qibli opened his maw again, expecting Winter to stuff it full in anger, but was surprised to see him barely budge. Instead, he heard him panting slightly, as if winded from so much activity. "Hm? Not going to shut me up?" I thought my princess would be so excited to make use of her servant again."

"So impatient! Surely you can wait before tasting me again."

Qibli nuzzled at Winter, feeling his cool pre stain his muzzle. The IceWing's hips bucked, but only barely, and he knew that he was onto something. "Tuckered out already? Aw, poor princess. I told you to let me take care of everything," he said. "Tsk, tsk. I hope this time you'll listen to me."

Winter did little but let out a moan of dissent when Qibli lapped at his tip. This time, the SandWing thought, he would enjoy Winter on his own terms. He slowly eased his muzzle over the IceWing length ridge by ridge, taking perfect care to suckle at each one long enough to draw a twitch out of his friend. This time, he got to enjoy every drop of arousal; though he didn't care for the taste, knowing that Winter was that uncontrollably horny gave him even more motivation to continue.

So Qibli slowly swallowed more and more, the salty tang fresh on his tongue as Winter moaned above him. "More," he breathed between huffs. "Faster, Qibli. Don't you dare hold back!"

All he heard was slower. Qibli paused for a moment, Winter's cock barely halfway inside of him. He let the thickness throb uselessly into his muzzle, waxing its ridges with his tongue. Though it would definitely be bad if he began to thrust again, the SandWing gambled on the princess being a little too winded from the thrusting before. He knew that, deep down, Winter would rather have someone worship him than force himself upon someone.

His instinct was correct. Winter merely moaned and shivered atop him, but failed to thrust into Qibli again. He breathed a sigh of relief through his nostrils before continuing to swallow his friend, grasping around Winter's curvy claws with his hips. Bit by bit he pulled the IceWing down, savoring the exotic, cool saltiness of pre filling his mouth.

Though his first attempt at sucking dragon dick was a heroic one, there was no way that Qibli was going to fit the enormous knot in his mouth. He let out a hum of surprise when he finally bumped it with his muzzle, taking in Winter's fresh scent. The unquestionably male musk sent shivers through his scales, his eyes glazing over as he felt a rivulet of pre dripping down his own stiff length.

Luckily, Qibli didn't need to take him to the hilt in order to please him. The mere act of letting IceWing cock slip out of his muzzle was enough to make Winter groan, his tail rattling as it slapped against the bed. "Qibli," he said deliriously, "if you're not careful, you're going to make me..."

He curved his tongue underneath Winter's ridges, rolling it against every last one as he withdrew his muzzle. "Hm? Make you what, princess? Make you unload your fertility all over your subject? I couldn't imagine a higher honor."

Qibli could tell that Winter had a spiky retort on his tongue, but instead, all that came out was a shudder and a high-pitched moan. His dark-blue cock throbbed dangerously, slapping against his belly and slickening it with preseed. There was no way, the SandWing thought, that just those few words were enough to get him the rest of the way there. "Qibli...!"

His disbelief lasted until a thick rope of seed shot from the IceWing's cock, splattering all over his belly. Excess dribbled all over his face, and Qibli was forced to close his eyes before Winter sprayed him with a second helping. This time, he heard the dense seed slather both his cock and his thighs with a dense juicy splatter.

It was at that moment that he realized that he'd rather the cream be served deep inside of him rather than wasted all over his body. Qibli opened his mouth wide and slurped up Winter's throbbing length at the right moment, instantly rewarded with a mouthbusting load. It was as thick as half-melted ice cream, so thick that the SandWing struggled to swallow it all.

He didn't know if IceWings just produced a lot, if Winter was a special case, or if he was really just that excited to be a princess, but he found himself drinking far more than he expected. Salty white seed dripped from around his muzzle as he gulped and gulped, wondering if he was going to choke from just how much Winter was feeding him, or if his obituary would mention that he drowned to death on land... in IceWing cum, of all things.

It felt like an eternity before Winter relented with a long, relaxed sigh, the throbbing of his cock subsiding in Qibli's maw. The SandWing's eyes rolled as he relinquished his friend, immediately wincing from how sore his jaw was from the stretching. That didn't stop him from licking at the last few thick drops of seed forming on the tip above him, drawing a twitch from above. "That... that was a lot," he said with a sigh, feeling at his stomach. Instant regret filled him as he instantly coated his own talons in Winter's cum. "I hope you have a way to clean this up."

Winter stood up and slid off the bed, his flaccidness slapping wetly against his stomach. Qibli watched as he pulled a large towel out of the dresser, flinging it over to him. "I use one of these every time I... enjoy myself," he said, looking away from him. "Clean yourself up. It's unbecoming to be bathed in seed, even if it belongs to your princess."

Qibli's own erection reminded him of its existence with a hearty throb, but he was feeling more grateful for the towel at that moment. He was surprised to find it soaked through by the time he cleaned himself off. "So, where do I put this?" he asked with an awkward laugh. If he had known earlier today that he'd be holding a towel dripping with his friend's cum... he probably would have still visited, anyways, he thought to himself, shaking his head.

"Just..." The IceWing seemed to consider his words. Qibli could see his eyes wander down to his own stiffness, realizing now that it was probably drooling all over the bed. "Just throw it out in the hallway," Winter said with a shrug. "We can take care of it later."

"You mean to tell me that you don't have a basket for your royal cumrags, princess?"

"Qibli!"

He laughed and got off the bed, opening the door and throwing the towel out. "I hope it doesn't stink up everything up later."

"I realize that windows may be a foreign concept for your simple mind," said Winter with a sniff, "but I assure you that they exist in my house."

The IceWing hopped back onto the bed, careful to avoid the many splotches and stains left by their debauchery. Qibli followed, though there was so little room that he couldn't help but feel the lingering warmth squelch against his claws as he sat down.

They stared at each other for a few moments. Qibli plastered on as passive of an expression as he could, but he could tell that Winter had many things on his mind. "Is something the matter, princess?" he asked.

"No! Of course not," the dragon said, tilting his head up. The chains bejeweling his horns jingled as he stared down at Qibli. "I just wanted to say that your services were... adequate."

"Adequate?" he asked. "If adequate made you moan that loud, I wonder what extraordinary sounds like. Would you like to help me find out, princess?"

Winter's blush had faded for those few fateful post-coital moments, but all it took was one sentence to bring it back. "Are you soliciting me? I should be the one soliciting you!"

Qibli smirked as the IceWing realized the depravity of his own words. "I... hm." He stood up on the bed, allowing his arousal to bounce under his belly. "So you'd like to solicit more of my services, princess? I think I can make myself available for you."

It wasn't hard to sense that Winter's mind had ceased functioning. He stared and stared at what hung between Qibli's thighs, eyes following its every throb. "You should consider it an honor that I desire more of you," he said with a hiss and a shake of his head. "Don't get too full of yourself."

"Never, princess. That's your job, not mine."

The SandWing's eyebrows arched from how the jab seemed to slide right off the IceWing. Instead, Winter looked up at him with an expression that screamed pure embarrassment. "Actually, I was thinking," he said with a huff, shaking his wings out. "Now that we're both adequately prepared, maybe... maybe you can take me... as if I were actually a princess."

The SandWing gave him a puzzled look. "I... huh? I don't know what you're talking about. No, really," he said, raising his claws at Winter's snarl. "I really don't."

Winter laid back on the bed, a dark blue blush streaking across his cheeks as he spread his legs open. "Seriously," he said, shooting Qibli a sideways look. "For once, that big brain of yours doesn't work?"

He didn't think that Winter would become so invested in his character that he'd just splay himself out like that for him, even if it wasn't possible for Qibli to mate with him like that. He almost laughed, shaking his head until his eyes fell upon the glistening slit between Winter's legs. Still slick with seed, it strongly reminded the SandWing of something else, something far more feminine...

He clambered forward with a grin, positioning himself over the embarrassed IceWing. "Oh, is that it, princess?" he asked. He reached forward with a talon to stroke Winter's cheek, marveling at how those darkened scales felt... warm underneath his touch.

Even though he knew exactly what the IceWing implied, he still got some perverse satisfaction from seeing the flash of anger on his face. There was no way that Winter couldn't feel the way Qibli's cock, throbbing in anticipation, drooled precum all over his slit. "Well? What are you waiting for?!" snarled Winter. "Do you know how many dragons would kill to experience a princess'...?"

Qibli began to lower himself atop the other dragon, savoring every moment of his indignant outrage. "Of course I do," he said, "but is it more about me or you, princess? You seem like the type of girl who wants to be rutted." He let out a huff as his tip squelched against Winter' slit, the sensation so slick that he had to fight not to just take him then and there. "A princess who only wishes be pounded so hard that she can't walk the next day, to be filled so thoroughly that she'll lay a dozen eggs the next time she'll due..."

He could feel Winter's shallow breaths play against his muzzle. "You moon-blasted cactus-licker..."

The SandWing shivered as he ground himself more firmly against Winter, squirming from how the cool scales felt against his far warmer ridges. From how the IceWing moaned underneath him, he figured they were both getting something out of the teasing. Precum oozed liberally from his tip, giving him more lube to grind with. "There's no shame in being pampered like this, princess," he said. His hips rose just a little, enough so that he could part Winter's slit with just the tip of his length. Though it couldn't compare with the natural heat of a SandWing, Winter was surprisingly warm for an IceWing, enjoyable enough to make him quiver. "Just tell me what you want."

He relished the glare that Winter shot up at him. "You already know what I want."

"I do, yes." His hips bucked forward, his length digging deeper into Winter's slit. The more he felt of the warm, slippery folds, the more he wanted to skip the teasing and go straight to thrusting. "But... rhh... I want to hear you say it," he said. "I want to hear Princess Winter tell me what she needs."

"No... I won't..."

"Not a ridge further until you admit it."

For however debauched the sex was between them, Qibli's heart softened at the sight of Winter stumbling over his words, pride clashing with unabashed need in his expression. "No!" he said with a scowl, his mane of icicles bristling as he shook his head. "You will never, e-ever, tease such undignified language from m-my tongue," Winter said, his voice uneven. "There's no way I'll fall victim to a SandWing's charm..."

Qibli had lied. He struggled to keep himself composed as he dipped a single ridge into Winter, feeling how his slit flesh stretched to accept it with a wet, juicy pop... but it was nothing compared to how Winter melted underneath him. He could feel the IceWing's claws curl around his wrists, absolute bliss washing over his face for that single moment as he let out a note so high it made Qibli blush. "Would you like to feel some more of this SandWing's charm?" he asked after Winter's display.

"No!" blurted the complete mess of emotions underneath him. "But maybe, for just this once, just for you, I can... no, w-wait, wait, wait." Panic colored Winter's voice as Qibli felt him clench the moment he threatened to sink another one of his many ridges into the IceWing. "Fine! I want you to..." Winter's muzzle opened in a long-suffering sigh. "I want you to breed me, Qibli."

"Hm? What was that, princess? I couldn't quite hear you."

"Breed me!" Qibli let out a murmur as he felt Winter's tail find his own and coil around it. "Stick it in, you insufferable SandWing! I shouldn't have to tell you how bad I need you! Hurry! Before I regret my decision! I demand it!"

For however angry Winter's voice was, the words alone enough to take the SandWing's breath away. He hesitated with his arousal already dipped into his friend's slit, wondering what he should say next. Was he weak enough to give in to the demands of his heart? It hasn't even been that long! Winter wouldn't even like it, he thought to himself. It would ruin the mood if I tried.

But beyond the sheer horniness flowing through their bodies, Qibli felt something... more. Something he couldn't help but act upon as he dipped his head, moving closer and closer to Winter's agape maw. He could see the realization in his glacier-blue eyes, but it was too late for the SandWing to stop himself. "Anything for you, my princess," he whispered.

Qibli closed his eyes and pressed his muzzle against Winter's in a long, deep kiss.

And, to his immense surprise, the IceWing pushed back up against him.

His length slipped deeper into Winter's slit. He almost wished he had just taken him before, the feeling of that warm pocket squelching around his length driving him crazy. Even the feeling of Winter's flaccidness squishing against his own pride was enough to make him moan into the kiss, something that Winter was more than happy to reciprocate. Their tongues played over each other, intertwining as passion overtook both of them.

But Qibli knew that couldn't give in to instinct. He had to be careful with his thrusting, no matter how good Winter felt around his length... despite the encouragement of the IceWing underneath him. Winter's legs slipped around him, curling around his rear. "Mmph, princess," sighed Qibli, breaking their kiss. "You feel amazing."

"Unsurprising," Winter breathed back. His legs pulled Qibli closer in, and he could feel another one of his ridges snugly fitting into his slit. The further he pushed, the more of a struggle it was to fit inside the IceWing... though the wet, loving tightness more than made up for it. He could feel Winter's stiffening arousal throbbing against his own, pushing hard enough to milk pre from his own length. "There's, ah... there's nothing better than IceWing pussy," he said more proudly than he should have. "You should be honored that I- mmph! That I allow you the privilege."

Qibli was too shocked to comment on Winter's sudden brashness, and too focused on trying to fuck him to care. He wasn't wrong - the feeling of his cock buried deep inside his friend was exquisite, even if he could fit in just half of himself. But it was more than enough for him to make Winter cry out, and that's what really mattered to him the most. He tightened his grip on his friend's shoulders as he drew himself back, feeling the tip of his cock brushing against Winter's own thickness. Though the IceWing was growing stiff, there was still enough space for him to make Winter truly feel like a princess.

He let out a growl as he thrust in again, unable to stop himself from moaning Winter's name. Precum splattered against their scales from every ridge popping in, the ice dragon's cool scales contrasting with the sudden warmth that was Winter's depths. Qibli did his best to pay attention to how the IceWing moaned underneath; though the feminine tones were music to his ears, he was more interested in how loud he could make him moan. He experimented, thrusting in and out with vigorously, sliding himself in with infuriating slowness, even grinding his dick hard into Winter's own length. He could feel his princess' precum filling the slit, mixing with his own warmer fluids to create a cocktail of lewdness between them.

With Winter's growing arousal, there was less space for Qibli to mate him properly. Precum began to flow from his vent like water from an overflowing pool, spilling over IceWing scales and flowing down to the bed. Every time Qibli hammered home, it gushed out of Winter's abused slit, the schlorping enough to make even the SandWing embarrassed. But it was worth it, for there wasn't anything like feeling the tightness enveloping his ridges every time he sunk himself in the squealing dragon.

It was tight enough that he finally realized how pent-up he was, a familiar pressure threatening to boil over in his loins. "A-ah, princess," he groaned, letting a considerably juicy squirt of pre fill his slit with a squelch. "W-what would you like your subject to do? W-would you like him to fill you completely? Paint your face with his seed?"

"A-already?" Winter seemed to have gained some of his bite back, doing his best to glower up at the SandWing through soft, cute moans. "N-no! You will hold back, Qibli, or... or I'll have you executed!"

Qibli's eyes rolled as he felt another fat glob of pre spurt from his length "But princess," he said, shuddering as he felt Winter's cock throb against his own. "You feel... hnf, I just..."

"Not a drop, Qibli!"

His heart raced in his chest, the dragon struggling to not give into his primality and just explode inside the IceWing. He slowed his thrusting, though the drag of Winter's own ridges against his was just as maddening. Even the fear of failing his princess wasn't enough to stem the ebb of orgasm - Qibli began to write an apology inside his mind, struggling to figure out just how he could explain himself to a surely furious Winter.

It was only by luck that he would have to experience the IceWing's tortuous insides for only a few moments longer. His thrusts grew shorter and shorter, Qibli able to fit far less of his tapered length inside, but he still fought desperately to stuff whatever he could into the IceWing princess. He slid himself underneath Winter's burgeoning cock, shuddering as he fit barely his tip and a single ridge into what was left of that slit.

"That's enough, Qibli," said the IceWing, one of his claws pressing against his chest. He looked down at the talons splayed against his scales, and finally relented. Their lengths, soaked wet with precum, squelched against each other as he drew his hips up, finally sparing a look down at the mess. His onyx-black length drizzled a thick stream of preseed all over Winter's belly, alive with barely-contained orgasm.

He took a moment to catch his breaths, letting his urges simmer and settle before looking down at Winter. "Did you enjoy that, my princess?" he asked, letting out a small laugh. "I never thought I'd do... something like that that, ever, but..."

"It was... very good." The smaller dragon trailed a single claw up Qibli's chest. "And impressive, too," he said a little more begrudgingly. "I didn't realize that you could resist cumming inside your princess."

Qibli sank down to give him a quick smooch. "My princess would have... what was the word?" he said with a pause. "Executed me? Surely, the threat of execution would give even the horniest dragon pause."

"You know I wouldn't have done that," said Winter. "Maybe. Perhaps if you don't finish your duties..."

He let out a chuckle. "Well, what would be my duty now, princess?"

"Me."

Qibli blinked, the word dripping with so much need that he felt second-hand embarrassment. "W-well, princess," he said, rubbing his own ridges against Winter's. "Perhaps I may still be of service to you."

He growled as he rolled his hips again, the darker notes mixing with his princess' higher-pitched moans. Qibli found himself shoving Winter's shoulders down into the bed, pinning him down with his own weight as he pressed their throbbing cocks against each other. "Ah! Qibli! W-what are you doing?"

Without worry of injuring Winter's shallow slit anymore, the SandWing could go as hard as he could with his princess now. Their ridges played over each other, drawing groans and grunts from the two dragons as Qibli began to frot Winter silly. "I'm simply doing my duty, princess," he said, words interrupted by huffs and growls. "As you commanded of me. Right?"

"Y-yes, but s-so rough?!" He searched Winter's face for signs of pain, but only found intoxicatingly horny need. To him, the IceWing's exclamation was simply encouragement to fuck him even harder, and so he did. Winter's chest glistened with precum spilled from both of their oozing lengths, pouring into the bedsheets. Their ridges schlicked against each other in a beautiful cacophony, no rhyme or rhythm to how Qibli pressed him into the sheets. The urge to nut all over his cute princess grew even stronger, now that he could stare at him and imagine him face slathered in seed.

It was such a strong fantasy that a thick rope of precum leapt from his length, splattering all over Winter's muzzle. "Ah, Winter," he moaned aloud, lowering his muzzle right next to his head. "My Princess Winter, your subject c-can't hold on much longer..."

"Ridiculous!" came his response, strained and heavy. "You can't... not before me..."

Qibli gave his ear a long lick, dragging his tongue over it. He delighted in how the dragon under him shivered hard, motivated enough to thrust back against his length at last. "You try so hard," said the dragon, hoping that Winter was just as close as he was. "But I know you want my SandWing seed, Princess Winter. I know you w-want it slathered all over you from muzzle to tail, like some common bitch..."

"Untrue!" cried Winter, though his moaning face told a different story. "S-slander! The worst kind of lie!"

His breaths rose out of him in haggard bursts, the dragon actually starting to sweat from how hard he rolled his hips back and forth. "Is that so, princess?" He nibbled at his ear, earning himself a quiver and a moan from underneath him. "Imagine all your pretty stockings and jewelry stained with my seed. Imagine not being able to get the scent out, reminded everywhere you go that you let a SandWing mark you..."

Qibli couldn't tell if Winter wanted to cum or kill him, given the mess that his face was. "Ah! I'll never..." He felt his friend's thrusts grow fast and desperate against him, realizing that there was little time before he would explode. "A SandWing! No! N-never, ever! There's no way...!"

He nuzzled at Winter's cheek, silencing his protests with a small kiss. "It's okay, princess," he said softly. "Cum for your SandWing."

With an almighty squeal, the tortured IceWing succumbed to orgasm. A thick rope shot out of his smaller length, flying through the air before crashing all over his muzzle. Qibli quickly lifted his head back up after feeling some of the load splatter against his own face, watching in awe as another juicy cumshot shot so far past Winter's head that it landed in the sheets with a soft thump.

Seeing Winter smother his own face in seed was the last straw for the trembling SandWing. Never before had he needed to cum this badly before, dragon cream dribbling freely from his length as allowed himself to finally relax. He let out a loud, impassioned roar as he thrust himself one last time against the IceWing's pulsing cock, all of the pressure exploding from his loins.

At first, he had just hoped to leave just enough cum on Winter's face to humiliate him, but when he let the first spurt loose, Qibli realized that he could do far more damage. His sandy body nearly crumpled as his cock spewed SandWing seed all over the dragon underneath him, painting his scales from his waist all the way to his face in a decadent splash. Then the second one came, and though it didn't fly as far as Winter's spurts, he made up for it with sheer volume, just moaning and shivering as the cumshot drained from his cock. The IceWing's belly began to turn alabaster white, the light blues of his hide covered with unrelenting waves of seed.

Qibli's eyes rolled as he humped and humped, hugging Winter as hard as he could and moaning his name. The sensation of his cock grinding down against Winter's was so addicting that he didn't even care that he got their cum all over himself, either. All he wanted was to lavish his princess so thoroughly that his face was unrecognizable... and between the two of them, they were doing a pretty good job. Somehow, despite having unloaded earlier, the IceWing kept pace with him, squirting enough seed to destroy the bedsheets.

As their debauched musk began to fill the room, the two dragons finally began to wind down. Qibli's cock still leapt, spilling half-hearted spurts that splattered into the mess pooled underneath him, but he could feel his body begin to shudder from his sheer exertion. Winter's shoulders, once tensed with orgasm, loosened under his claws, and the SandWing followed suit, letting himself fall atop him with a loud squelch. "Oh, moons," was all he could say between heavy pants, resting his head next to his mate's. "That was..."

"Good," said Winter with a pleasured sigh. Qibli gave him a quick peck on the cheek, thrusting their softening lengths together one last time. "Really good."

The two dragons laid there for a moment, enjoying each other's company in post-coital bliss. Qibli dared to nuzzle closer into Winter, finding himself a comfortable spot within the crook of his neck. Much to his surprise, the IceWing reached up and wrapped his arms around his back. "I hope my princess is satisfied," Qibli murmured into his scales.

"She is," Winter said with a small huff, "very much so. But... why?"

Qibli let out a hum of concern, but remained cozy where he sat. "Why what?"

"Why..." He could feel Winter softly mumble, as if he couldn't choose his words. "Why indulge me?"

The SandWing pulled himself deeper into the cuddle. This time, he didn't have to think about his answer. "Because I'm your best friend," he said, glad that Winter couldn't see how those few words made his face loopy. "And this is what best friends do."

The IceWing let out a snort. "Best friends usually don't dress up as princesses and rut each other silly."

"Well, too bad," said Qibli, "because that's what we just did. And that's okay. I just... well..." He paused. Did he imagine the IceWing's body tensing up underneath him? Did Winter's heart pound just a little harder against his chest? The SandWing drew himself back up, staring down at him again. He allowed himself to reach forward, brushing his friend's tiara with a talon as he considered what to say next.

Winter filled the silence for him. "You're ridiculous. You'd do anything for your friends... include dressing up just to make her feel better about herself."

His response surprised Qibli. "That shouldn't be a surprise to you," he said, silently thankful he didn't have to say what was truly on his mind. "I just want you to be happy. And if all it takes is putting on a dress, and maybe doing a lewd thing or two with you, then... what's the harm in that?" He let out a nervous laugh. Never before had he thought himself as an open book, but Winter's sharp observation seemed to coax all of the words off his pages. "You're my best friend, Winter, buddy or princess or whatever, and I... I want to see you be happy with who you are. That's all it is. Really."

He heard the IceWing murmur. Then Winter was right in his face, and his heart pounded in his chest as their muzzles pressed for just a single moment together. It was a gentle motion, one that Qibli never imagined that the frigid dragon would attempt without encouragement, but he was just glad that he could share this kiss with him.

"Thank you, Qibli," Winter whispered.

They separated. There were no feverish reds or furious blues staining their cheeks anymore. Instead, as Qibli gazed at Winter's tired face, he found not embarrassment, not anger, but simply a solemn calm unbefitting of the IceWing.

He wished he could keep the vision in his mind forever, but his eyelids fell shut, and Qibli fell into a deep slumber alongside his princess.

--

"Qibli...?"

The SandWing rose from the bed, letting out a terrific yawn. His gown flowed over his arms as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. He searched the room for the source of the noise, wondering idly what had roused him-

His eyes went wide. Standing in the doorway was a NightWing, silver scales lining her eyes. "Um. Hey, Moon," he said, not knowing his voice could pitch that high.

"Hey, yourself," she said, though her tone was anything but casual. "What... what are you wearing?"

"Just a silly dress," he said offhandedly, though he was entering fiery meltdown on the inside. Where was his skyfire? Was Moon reading his thoughts? What about Winter's? He tried to fill his mind with stupid things, loads of boring, non-confidential political work at Thorn's palace, and definitely not the image of their best friend moaning into the sheets underneath him.

But that all came apart when Qibli felt his partner rouse, pulling onto his shoulders. "Nnh... Qibli... we must snuggle more..." murmured the drowsy IceWing.

He knew he was screwed from how Moon arched her brows, but nothing prepared him for the hysterically confused look that crossed her face when Winter pulled himself up out of bed. Her eyes went so wide that Qibli thought that they were going to turn into actual moons. "W-Winter? What?! What are you... what are both of you wearing? Why are you sleeping together? Guys?"

Qibli watched in equal parts horror and excitement as Winter slowly turned his head towards her. He had no idea that IceWing manes were so expressive, but Winter's spines flared out like fur on a startled cat the moment he saw her. "Moon!" he yelped, her mere presence obliterating the sleepiness in his voice. "M-Moon! What are you doing here?! You shouldn't...!"

"Your front door was open!" she exclaimed. "I knocked on it once and it just swung open! And I didn't hear you say anything when I called for you, and there was this weird smell inside, so I thought something had happened to you! And I mean," she said, smothering a giggle, "clearly something_has_ happened, but not what I expected! You look absolutely dashing... Princess Winter."

Somehow, despite being seen by both of his best friends in a princess gown, this was the best day of Qibli's life. He couldn't help but explode into laughter at the sight of Winter's face the moment she called him that, tears rolling down his cheeks as he fell back into the plush bed. "Moon!" he howled. "You can't just say something like that! You'll kill him!"

She tilted her head at them. "Oh, as if you're any more innocent, Princess Qibli. Is this what you two were up to the whole time? Just playing dress-up with each other? And, uh... napping with each other too, I suppose...?" She paused for a moment, then recoiled with a gasp as her eyes went wide again.

There was no way she didn't know. He gave the towel in the hallway a quick glance, praying that Moon wouldn't read his mind any further and realize exactly it was. "Yeah! Of course, that's exactly it," he said very quickly. "That's completely it. Just two friends cozying up together. Isn't that right, Winter?"

For a moment, he thought he was actually going to die. Winter's tail rattled at him, the IceWing trembling in shades of such abject embarrassment and fury that primal fear flowed through Qibli's veins. "Y-yes," he finally said with a scowl, much to his relief. "That's right. That's all it was. Now g-get out! Qibli and I need to freshen up!"

Qibli wished the entire sun would just fall on Winter's little cabin and vaporize them all the second he heard those words. Confusion flitted across Moon's face before firm realization set in, a sly grin forming on her muzzle. "Oh! Well, I think that you _two_already look quite good already." she said, suppressing another laugh. "And we're going to be late to dinner if you take any more time."

He jumped off the bed, praying that she couldn't smell the massively offensive scents caking his scales. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I'm sure the restaurant's open past sundown."

"Well, yes," Moonwatcher said, her face twisting as she sniffed, "but I ran into Tsunami and Riptide earlier today too. They wanted to see how we were doing after so long, so we're having dinner together! It'll be fun!"

Qibli had never experienced such high highs and low lows at the same time until this very moment. He let out a defeated sigh, reaching up to his gown to remove it when Moon tutted in admonishment. "We're going to be late," she said again, though evil befitting of Darkstalker clouded her smile this time. "I'm afraid you guys have to come as you are. That won't be a problem, will it?"