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Sir Chorus Night was a master of swordplay, a champion jouster, and a true Soldier of Salor. His training began at birth and he never wavered. His pedigree lead him to a cultured life of delicacy at uppity parties where every word one says could end lives. His adventures took him to depraved locales where one wrong step could have you surrounded by brigands wanting you for dead. He stood steadfast against the forces of Hell, and had slain many a foe be it dire beast or corrupt tyrant. He was a man of distinction, but he was not prepared.

Princess Laughter had been kidnapped. Her father, the duke of Bogragog, had seemed relatively unconcerned with the whole ordeal. After investigating, Night had discovered that the princess in question had a history of such events. Since not one person described her as stunningly beautiful and Bogragog was surrounded by arid, pugnant swampland, there was something amiss with this quest.

Sword in hand, Night stepped into the lair of the easily tracked monster. Whoever this kidnapper was, he had an enormous monster of some sort in his employ. The cave had simple furniture, as though someone had been staying there off and on for years and didn't care much for cleanliness.

The cave had but a single chamber, and to Night's dismay, it was empty. Whoever lived there had been there recently, evidenced by the yet to boil teapot hanging over a magic heating stone.

Night was ready to stow his blade, when he heard the clumsy clambering of the monster returning. He listened to the size of the beast, and observed the shadow to decide his action. He decided to stick with his standby plan of parley with weapon drawn and lowered.

The creature came into view, a reptilian beast with massive limbs covered in green tinged copper scales. Its wings were too small for its frame, explaining why it was so easy to track. Night had faced dragons before, normally retreating to find allies, this one was young and helplessly overweight.

"Hail dragon," Night announced, "I would parley with you."

The dragon's neck snapped up in surprise and the beast missed a step. With an earth rumbling crash, the monster's face collided with the dirt floor. The creature then scrambled back to its feet and attempted to assume an intimidating glare.

"Who dares intrude upon my lair?" The beast announced in a dramatic falsely deep voice.

"Sir Chorus Night, by request of Duke Guffaw," the man bowed with his waist in elegant courtly manner flourishing his blade to the side, "And to whom am I addressing?"

The dragon made an obvious attempt to not look like it was staring, and failed utterly. After realizing a long awkward pause had occurred, it responded with, "I am the copper dragon..." it hesitated, "Afternoon."

"Your name is Afternoon?" Night sheathed his sword, "Princess? Why are you performing this charade?"

The dragon's eyes drew wide and she stumbled despite standing still. She then recovered her composure enough to growl, "Foolish enough to stow your-"

"Enough!" Night demanded, "I will not put up with your tomfoolery. You will return home at once and apologize to your father immediately."

The dragon faltered. She knew this was a terrible plan, but she wasn't expecting the hero to see through her plan immediately.

"You won't even humor me for banter?" The dragon pouted.

Night glared at her, trying to decipher what sort of half brained plan she could have cooked up. He considered for a moment that she actually was kidnapped by someone not expecting her to be a dragon, but dismissed the idea completely as no one savvy enough to perform the act would fail to discover the truth of royal blood. She did not read as dangerous, even in her monstrous form, so a sinister plot was hardly believable though still possible. That left frivolous intents, and Night was not prepared to deal with that.

The teapot began to whistle with steam, causing Night to tense up. His code of honor required him to respect certain rituals, and tea time was near the top of the list. The dragon looked at him hopefully, like a little girl asking her father for a pony he couldn't afford and she couldn't take care of.

"Fine," he announced, "If you intend to explain yourself, we can banter over tea."

The hopelessly plump dragon suddenly vanished leaving behind a hopelessly plump young woman. She was a ginger with a few curls of hair growing in an odd green. Her royal dress was barely able to contain her amble bosom and did little to hide her backside which was possibly too large to genuinely be all that attractive.

"I hope you like ginger," the princess stated approaching the little table with the teapot, "As I may have over seasoned it."

Night approached to sit on the cushion opposite her. He watched her pour two cups, spilling a line between them. He accepted the cup when offered and took a sip with elegance and grace. It was disgusting.

"You have a fine talent for this," Night commented.

Princess Laughter took a sip of her own, winced and sat down the cup, "How'd you know?"

"It was obvious," Night commented without inflection, "Even if you hadn't forgotten to come up with a proper alias."

She snorted, "Like 'Sir Night' is a better one."

Night arced a brow at her, "If you wish you may refer to me by my given name Chorus."

Laughter stared at him blankly, "I feel so sorry for you."

Night took a long, difficult breath. She was a princess, it would be best not to insult her, no matter how much she deserved it. He bravely took another sip of tea before setting his own cup down.

"Why the act?" Night asked in pointed curiosity, "What were you hoping to gain from this?"

The princess twiddled her thumbs and resolved to answer, "I..." she searched for the words, "...wanted to..." she considered for a moment trying to come up with a way to make it sound less pathetic, "...draw the attention..." she sighed realizing she couldn't make it not sound horrid. "I'm lonely, I thought this might draw the attention of a dashing hero."

Sir Chorus winced, "So you kidnapped yourself?"

The princess grinned, "and it worked."

"Uh huh," Night agreed, "and if you don't mind, I will take my leave."

Laughter hopped out of her seat, bumping the table enough to topple one of the teacups. She swore at herself, and tried to stop the Knight from leaving, but his stride was swift and he had already made it mostly to the exit.

"But sir!" the princess shouted, "I never gave you your reward!"

Night stopped, but did not look at her. His patience had worn quite thin. To address her at all was beyond what he could muster. He shook his head and started out the exit.

But before he could take another step, the princess tried her luck, "B-But good sir Night..." she swallowed, "I need someone to... accompany me for the evening."

Night stopped mid-step, "You drag me out here on false claims of a noble quest, mock me with false claims of identity, then you offer me sex as some sort of reward for putting me through this?"

The plump princess ran his words over in her head a few times. She tried to find a flaw in his words, then assumed a false grin, "Yes, that's about the gist of it."

The knight sighed, "If you weren't so bad at acting, you'd have a sword in you by now."

"Oh," Laughter stopped and considered that, "I didn't think of that."

Night turned to look at her, "Do you honestly think this plan could have worked?"

"Um," the princess gave a shy smile, "yeah?"

Night stared for a long moment. Despite her weight she was somewhat attractive. Her dragon form had been sort of cute even. He examined that thought and decided as odd as it was, he wouldn't get many chances with a dragon, "Fine. You win."

"Really?" Laughter's eyes lit up and her face shaded red.

***

To answer her question, Night stepped up and guided the princess by her chin into a kiss. Laughter's eyes closed tight as their oral embrace left her mind swimming. The knight's gauntleted hands found Laughter's waist, while the princess's rested on the knight's breastplate.

Armor fell off, first the gauntlets, then his pauldrons, his breastplate, and the dozen or so other pieces of steel. Each time a piece fell, the princess broke the kiss to admire the slow reveal of the knight's silhouette. Eventually it came time for his underclothes, where he stopped to begin reducing the princess's apparel.

As it was, Laughter's dress barely contained her lovely breasts. With only the suggestion of a tug, her breasts spilled out giving the knight a couple handholds. With a shake of her butt, Laughter slid her dress the rest of the way off.

The kiss broke, the knight turning Laughter around with a forceful hand. The princess oo'd as she assumed the knight were to take her from behind, but was instead surprised to receive a slap across her ass.

"Meep!" Laughter gasped, "What was that f-"

Night interrupted her with another slap across her backside. The sound of hand against skin echoed through the cave. He didn't stop. Giving her spank after spank, until she protested.

"Why are you-" she began, but was thrown off by another slap.

"Apologize," Night demanded.

"For what?" Laughter received another smack for that. "I'm sorry?" Another smack. "What did I do?" Smack.

"You tried to trick me," Night explained, giving her one last smack.

"I'm sorry," the princess said, "I won't do it again."

"Then change to your true form," Night commanded.

The princess's face flushed redder than her abused buttocks. She had never been asked for such a thing. Her other form was the size of a grizzly bear, surely he would rather have her in human form. She eyed the knight over her shoulder, his erection was evident through his pants.

Princess Laughter fell to all fours, shifting and growing on her way down. Her bare skin shifted to scales, her muscles deepened, and her belly grew to the size of a wine barrel. Her ass, quite plump in her human for was now gloriously sized, but her posture still read as young and bashful.

Sir Night took an appraising look at the dragon, walking around her with slow strides. She wasn't exactly the fearsome and formidable beast your average member of royalty was, but for the evening she was his plaything. As he strode into view, she could barely look him in the eyes. Was this her first time?

Sir Knight stepped in close and said, "See, this isn't so hard."

Laughter met his eyes for a brief moment, before glancing at the bulge in his pants. He must have not been talking about his manhood.

Night continued his stride until he was back at her backside. Without explanation he gave her one more slap across her thick hide. It didn't hurt through her natural armor, but it still embarrassed the dragon.

Sir Night then took his hand and felt his way up the dragon's wanting passage. He dragged one finger up her, slowly testing her response. The dragon let out a gasp, then a sigh. The finger came back wet.

"Were your protests another lie?" Sir Night asked.

The dragon began to speak, but before she could answer, the knight penetrated her. Her face glowed bright red as a gasp escaped her. She looked back to see Night's hips collide with her massive backside.

In spite of his actions before, the knight wasted little time. He thrust his whole length into her, graciously filling her with his manhood. He began to pump into her with equal haste, each pound sending ripples through her ass.

It wasn't long before the dragon princess reached an orgasm, light as it was. Night was undisturbed by this, still humping her with incredible might. Shortly after her orgasm, she received another slap in the rear as he pulled out.

"Roll over," Night commanded.

She did as ordered, her body colliding with the cave's gravel floor letting out a heavy thud. The knight wasted no time climbing onto her and filling her once more with his hot dick. The princess, now able to watch her "rescuer" have his way with her, became transfixed on the visage of herself get drilled by the muscular and handsome knight.

He didn't last much longer, as his thrusts became slower yet harder. Each one rocking Laughter's whole body, until there was just one last mighty blow. The knight sowing his seed deep into her, causing the dragon to enter a second orgasm, this time causing her to lose track of the world around her.

When Laughter's senses returned to her, she realized she had shot off her breath weapon. She had spit a line of acid directly at the knight, hitting him in the chest. She screamed in horror, but he looked undisturbed.

"I should have seen this coming," Sir Chorus Night stated shortly before passing out.

Laughter quickly turned back into her naked human form, and rushed back to her cupboard where she had stashed a number of healing potions. With her nerves wracked, she spilt a potion all over the floor. Night turned out to be okay after she poured the second down his throat.

Laughter attempted to apologize a dozen times, but Night declared that after he received his reward, the one from the duke, he would have nothing else to do with her. So Princess Laughter decided next time to include a potion of acid resistance in her cupboard.

Otherwise her plot worked so well she decided to kidnap herself every week.