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The dragon hummed to himself as his paw-pads glided over his red mating-tool, the afternoon sun warm on his green and black balls. His mind wandered to glorious days past; it was so nice to have a little time to himsel-

“DRAGON!” the door to the chamber - not his chamber, no, there was no such thing as a chamber of his own for a captive dragon - crashed against the wall, and he sighed. Well, it would have been nice to have a little time to himself, anyway.

He rolled to his chest with a heavy sigh, not bothering to hide his annoyance. “Yes, your highness?”

The dainty blonde stomped her foot and glared at him. “Don’t take that tone with me! I may not be wearing my boots today, but I bet these would leave a mark on that silly green ball of yours if I tried enough times!”

To emphasize her point she thrust her slipper out for his inspection, and he noted with a wince that they were, in fact, rather pointy. They were also covered in sharp-looking gems, with spiky-looking metal decorations. Overall, he imagined that they would indeed feel rather awful against his magnificent - but delicate - orbs, and he whined a little, tucking his tail. “Ah, now your highness, there’s no need for that,” he said soothingly.

“That’s what I thought,” she sneered, “but don’t think a little cringing is going to save your balls! Look what I have!” She pulled a pair of boots out of the box she was carrying and thrust them under his nose.

He gasped and recoiled in horror. Objectively he supposed they must be quite lovely, the black leather polished to a high shine and inlaid with rubies, gold embroidery picking out intricate designs, all capped with an extremely pointed toe capped in more gold. It was the last that truly captured his gaze; he couldn’t look away as he stammered, “A-a-a n-n-new pair, your, your highness?”

She giggled, an incongruously innocent sound from such an evil girl. “Oh yes. But they’re not for me!”

He breathed a quick sigh of relief. “Oh really?”

“Oh no! These are for Mandy! It’s her birthday, you know!”

He paled. The princess was bad enough with her penchant for kicking his precious stones, but her handmaiden Mandy was truly vicious in her desire to break one! The thought of both of them in pointy boots attacking his helpless jewels made him feel quite faint, and he missed part of what the vapid brat was chattering about.

“...and after the serving wenches have finished then there will be cake - I’ve instructed the kitchens to make something truly beautiful for her - and after that we’ll come back up here and she can break in her present!” The princess clapped excitedly. “And then I’m going to give her her other present - you’re going to use your tongue on her for as long as she likes! Won’t that be great?”

“Oh, uh, yes, great…”

She stomped her foot again, pouting. “Oh don’t be such a spoilsport! You’re about to be a royal gift, you could at least act like you appreciate the honor!” A door closed in the distance. “Oh, she’s coming! Ooh, I can’t wait to tell her, she’s going to be so excited!”

A moment later the princess’ closest companion came through the door, calling out, “Oh princess, are you - oh yes, there you are!” Somewhat more robust than her petite mistress, Mandy filled out her finely made but serviceable gown in a way that made the dragon plump in his sheath...when she wasn’t trying to scramble his eggs, anyway!

The princess ran to her friend and hugged her. “Oh Mandy! I’m so glad you’re here! Happy birthday!”

Mandy grinned at her mistress and friend. “Oh thank you, your highness! Really you shouldn’t make a fuss though, I’m only one servant among many!”

“That’s rubbish and you know it! You’re my dearest friend and companion,” and maybe more? a pregnant pause seemed to add, “...and if I say your birthday is a big deal then who’s going to argue with me?”

Mandy blushed a little and laughed. “Well, nobody with any sense, that’s for sure!”

“That’s right!” the little princess grabbed Mandy’s hand and tugged her towards the door. “Now let’s go! We can’t celebrate on empty stomachs, and I hear Cook has really outdone herself with dinner tonight! Oh, the guards will be up for you after supper,” she called back over her shoulder at the dragon. He whined softly.

***

Mandy looked around the festive hall as the servants cleared the last of the supper dishes from the table. She couldn’t believe the trouble the princess had gone to to make this day so special for her! The hall was bedecked in ribbons of her favorite blues and greens, and there were vases of gorgeous lilies at intervals along the table, with a special arrangement at her place. It was slightly overwhelming, and she hadn’t been able to stop her eyes from puddling up a little when she’d first caught sight of it all. The princess had simply patted her arm, though, and whispered that this wasn’t even the best part!

“Attention! Attention!” Speaking of the princess, whatever was that girl up to now? Honestly, climbing on the table like that?! Mandy made a mental note to have a stern word with her later, but the thought was immediately lost in the princess’ next words. “As you all know, this special dinner was in honor of my dear friend and companion Mandy, whose birthday it is,” she paused for a round of applause. “But! It’s not really a party without games, now is it?” A few of the bolder servants shook their heads and cheered some more. “The lovely ambassador from Espania told me last week about a wonderful game they play at parties there, called a pinata. They take a hollow statue and fill it with candy, then take turns putting on blindfolds and try to whack it with a stick until it breaks open and the candy spills out!” There were more cheers and laughter at this.

“Unfortunately, I was unable to find anyone who could make a hollow statue on such short notice,” a few boos at this, “but do not despair! Your princess loves you, and so I have come up with a new plan!” As if on cue the doors opened and a troop of guards led the dragon in, eliciting a few screams from the more timid maids. “I have here a lovely paddle,” she lifted a gem-encrusted golden paddle and showed it off. “What we will do is have the dragon here hoist his tail and present himself. Then whoever is “It” will put on a blindfold and be spun around three times. They will then have a count of 15 to walk to the dragon and attempt to paddle his rump.” She paused, looking thoughtful. “Although, he is a male beast...perhaps he has something a bit more pinata-like we could aim for?” This elicited a round of gasps and giggles. “Of course, no candy will fall out if we break them, but Cook has made an absolutely wonderful birthday cake for us all to share afterwards, so that’s ok. I call it...dragoniata!” The room erupted in cheers, and everyone began lining up.

Mandy, being the guest of honor, of course got the first turn. “You’re so wicked!” she whispered to the princess as the latter tied the blindfold snugly.

The princess handed her the paddle and began spinning her around. “Oh, this isn’t even the best part!” she whispered back.

Sadly, despite her best efforts Mandy was NOT able to find the dragon’s danglies with the paddle, and she surrendered both it and the blindfold to the next servant. The princess took her hand and dragged her to the back of the room, where a pair of chairs had been set up on a dais so they could watch the fun. The second servant almost got the dragon’s bits, thwacking the paddle into his black inner thigh. The third servant, however, was nearly steady even after being spun around and swung the paddle unerringly into the dragon’s balls, smashing the green right one into the black left with a hearty thud! The dragon let out a terrific yowl, falling forward onto his snout as his forepaws shot back to clutch at himself, eyes popping out. The inside of his green ear flushed deep red, and his facial frills flared out, then collapsed, and the princess leapt to her feet. “Oh, good shot! Well done!”

Mandy chuckled, muttering to the princess once she returned to her seat, “Well, we know who spends their off time carousing in town!”

The princess eyed her, baffled. “What?”

“Only someone thoroughly used to being dizzy and disoriented would be able to walk straight over like that after being blindfolded and spun around!”

Her observation proved accurate - although a few more hardy souls struck true, most of the servants’ swings went wild, and the dragon was only limping a little when the guards led him back out so the cake could be passed around.

***

“Your highness! What do you mean there’s more?” Mandy was shocked when they returned to the princess’ chambers and she was presented with a carefully-wrapped box. “Oh, you shouldn’t have!”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous! Everyone knows you get a party and presents for your birthday! It’s practically a law!”

Mandy just shook her head and began carefully picking at the ribbon, trying to untie it without ruining it. It was just her favorite shade of sky-blue and would look lovely in her hair if she could save it. “Maybe you do, your highness, but for someone like me? Well, this is certainly my best birthday ev-” her breath caught mid-word as she lifted the lid of the box and spotted the boots within. “Oh, your highness…” she breathed, overwhelmed. “They’re so beautiful!” Her fingers reverently stroked the fine leather, caressing the golden embroidery and tracing over the stones. “Why, they’re just like yours!”

The princess clapped her hands, thrilled that her friend liked the present. “Yes, they are, and they’re for the same use too!”

Mandy wiped her eyes and grinned. “Oh really now? You mean…?”

The princess nodded firmly. “That’s exactly what I mean! Now hurry up and put them on so we can go break them in!”

Mandy carefully removed her slippers and pulled the magnificent boots onto her feet, stamping a bit to settle the stiff leather. The fit was exquisite, and she couldn’t wait to try them out! She helped the princess into her own pair, and together they clomped down the hall to the chamber where the dragon awaited. “Oh draaaaaagooooooon….” she drawled as they entered.

He looked up, ears already pinned back, eyes wide as he took in her new footwear. “Oh. It’s you.” He gulped.

She chuckled. “Oh yes, it’s me. And just look what the princess gave me for my birthday!”

He whined and tucked his tail. “Yes...I see. What lovely boots they are! It would be a shame if they got dinged or scratched up! Yes, you should absolutely keep them for special occasions and never, oh, I don’t know, batter them about or suchlike.”

The princess rolled her eyes. “Oh please. You know better than that! Now hike that tail this instant!”

He grumbled and groaned but shifted around, standing head bowed and tail to the side. Mandy had to admit there was a certain something about seeing such a wicked and proud beast so humbled! She took a few steps back, lining her first shot up, then hiked her skirts and hoisted her pointed toe straight into his dangling left orb! It connected with a meaty thud, and he let out a strangled yelp as he collapsed into a groaning heap. “AWWWWWWWWWWWWWH!!! My...ball…” he sobbed as his forepaws twitched, unable to even cup himself. His golden eyes rolled about in their sockets, his facial frills standing on end as he shuddered, tears running down his black muzzle.

The princess cheered. “Oh, well done! A direct hit!”

Mandy curtsied, then nudged the dragon sharply with her toe, earning another muffled sob. “Back on those paws, dragon, I’m not even close to done yet!” This time she aimed for the green right egg. “What do you think, your majesty, can I leave a mark this time?”

“Oh, if anyone can it’s you!”

She smirked, hoisting her skirts. “Here we go!” She took a few running steps, then buried the metal-bound point of her boot straight into the delicate sack. This time he screamed a high, breathless trill before falling over, curling his tail and cradling his injured bits in his forepaws. His tongue flopped out of his muzzle as he groaned and cried, and she stepped back, giggling like mad. “Oh look, your highness! I didn’t know his eyes could bug out like that!” She pushed his tail out of the way with her other foot. “Move that thing this instant, I need to see if I’ve left a mark!”

“You...vicious...I...should…”

She snorted. “You should move your tail is what you should do!” He reluctantly did so, and she inspected him closely. “Hmmmm...I don’t know, your highness, what do you think? Is that a red mark right there?”

The princess peered at it, brow wrinkled, then prodded the spot with her finger, making him yelp. “OOOH I don’t know about a mark, but it’s nicely squishy!”

Mandy giggled. “Oooooh, let me see!” She pressed deeply on the spot and he squealed, flailing. “I think you’re right, it’s definitely pulpy! Do you think I might actually break it this time?” Without waiting for a reply she stepped back, raised her foot high, and then mashed it down on the discolored spot. The dragon lurched upwards, wings beating against the floor as he keened breathlessly, writhing in agony under her. He sucked in a breath when she stepped back to examine her handywork, whining.

“My ballllllllllllllllssssssss…..oh gods, you wicked girl I think you broke it….”

She lifted her foot with a wince. “Well, I don’t know about it, but I think I definitely stepped wrong. Ugh, I rolled my ankle!”

The princess was at her side instantly, solicitously helping her to the room’s couch and kneeling to gently remove the boot. “How’s that?” she asked, cool fingers soft on the injured joint. “It doesn’t look too discolored, I don’t think anything’s broken.” She rounded on the dragon. “Just look what you’ve done! We were having such a lovely time and you had to spoil everything!”

“Me?” he growled back. “If she hadn’t been stomping on my precious stones she’d be fine! It’s her own fault for being so cruel!”

“Oh whatever. If you weren’t such a wicked beast we wouldn’t be forced to punish you! She was wounded while selflessly and tirelessly working to save her kingdom from the scourge of your kind! And now you’re going to make it up to her!”

“I’m going to what?” he snorted at her, baffled.

“You’re going to make it up to her. With your tongue. And you’d better keep that nasty red thing in its pouch, because if I see it I’m going to kick it straight back in!” He gulped and whined, gingerly tucking his tail and ducking his head.

Mandy just stared at the princess, dumbstruck. “You mean...he...me…?”

The princess nodded. “Oh most definitely! It’s the least he can do, after all!” She stood, brushing her hands. “Now, let’s get you comfortable. Shall I help you out of that dress, or would you rather just hike your skirts?”

Mandy hesitated. “I think...I think I’d like to take my dress off, but you don’t have to help me! That’s beneath you, I can manage, really it will be fine.”

The princess just laughed and kissed her cheek, making her blush furiously. “Oh, don’t be so silly! You help me with mine all the time, I know exactly how fiddly all those buttons are!” and without waiting for any further argument she moved around to start undoing them.

Mandy’s breath caught at the feel of the princess’ fingers on her buttons, pulse pounding. It was almost surreal, being undressed; she shivered a little as the cool air caressed her skin as the garment parted. Her skin broke out in goose-bumps as the fine linen slid down her arms, and then she was kicking free of the skirts before settling back into the silken upholstery of the couch. Her whole body was tingling in anticipation as she watched the dragon approach.

“Do you want me to leave?” the princess asked softly.

She pulled the other woman closer. “I’d rather you didn’t,” she answered shyly.

The princess blushed a little but sat, gathering her friend close. “Here, lean on me, like this, yes, that’s it” She nudged Mandy to lean back, sliding her arms around to cradle her handmaiden’s shoulders.

Mandy sank into her friend’s embrace with a small sigh, watching the dragon approach with fascination. She had, of course, explored her own body in the privacy of her room, but she’d never been with anyone, and her stomach fluttered nervously. She leaned her head back against the princess’ chest, taking comfort from the sound of her friend’s heartbeat. Then the beast’s muzzle touched her inner thigh and she jumped with a little squeak. The princess stroked her soothingly with a wordless murmur, and she relaxed. The dragon nuzzled her again, nudging her legs apart. His breath was warm on her skin, making her shiver. Then his tongue flicked lightly over her, and she gasped, arching a little as lightning raced through her. He rumbled a little and nuzzled her, his pebbly facial scales rubbing against her most sensitive spot as his tongue probed her lips, making her moan softly. The princess continued her stroking, too, silken hands gliding up and down her torso in little feather-light touches.

Then the dragon began to lick her in earnest, and she threw her head back with a little cry, writhing under the onslaught. His tongue probed her and filled her, thrusting in and out, all the while his muzzle rubbed, rubbed, rubbed, and she couldn’t think, could only feel...The princess whispered encouragement in her ear, hands clutching at her breasts, pinching her nipples as Mandy’s hands fisted, hips bucking. Her breath sobbed as the pleasure built higher and higher, muscles quivering, until it felt like she must shatter, and then with one final spasm she was flying! Her body soared as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her, each one a little less powerful, until finally she was left limp and drowsy in her princess’ lap. “Oh…” she whispered. “That was…” nothing at all like her private explorations, that was for sure!

The dragon chuckled, licking his muzzle clean and looking unbearably smug. “Maybe there are better things to do with a captive dragon than torture his helpless balls after all, hmmm?”

“The two are not mutually exclusive!” the princess snapped, fishing a blanket up from the end of the couch. “Now quit being tiresome and go away before I demonstrate! If I have to disturb the birthday girl I will be quite cross and your silly balls will pay the price!”

He rolled his eyes, but quietly padded to the far end of the room to curl up and return to his interrupted dreams.