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Grievance of the Dragoness

A Breeding Games Prequel

For MetalR169

By Draconicon

As she flew over the blackened mountains of the Storm Ring, Allina kept her head in the clouds. The phrase had a different meaning to the dragons of Talar, considering the various rings of natural disasters that followed the mountain ranges of their home planet. For them, it meant being connected to the world around them so that they could avoid -

The violet dragoness tilted her wings, veering off to the left two seconds before a lightning bolt came crashing down in her previous flight path. She tilted the other way, resuming her path once the danger was gone. The implants on the side of her head kept her informed of the gathering electrical energy in the heavens and on the ground, computing the different possible paths that she'd have to take, and when one would be in danger of being interrupted. The implants sometimes overestimated the danger, but they never underestimated, and that was the important thing.

There was no rain to go with the lightning today, only the harsh hum of the leftover ozone and the tingling feeling of the charges building up all around her. Down on the mountain slopes below, her family's energy rods were slowly dragging the different energy particles down to the storage tubes buried beneath the rocks, where it would be stored for later use, or sold down the line in battery form.

She sighed as she circled the 'energy farm', as her father called it. Theoretically, this was something that was important, but it could have been done just as easily - though at greater cost - by drones. As she rode the rise and fall of the storm, she could see nothing wrong with it, but she knew her father would be pissy if she just came home too quickly. She'd need to circle it at least a few times, then -

A soft beeping filled her skull, and she reached one hand up to the implant. Tapping the core ring of the four-tiered thing, she saw a familiar scaly head pop into the corner of her vision.

"Tiri, good to see you," she said.

"Sister, are you almost done at the farm?"

"I already finished my first circle. Nothing looks out of the ordinary."

"Make another three."

"You know there's never anything wrong with the farm. You'd see it down there before I saw it up here."

"It's more to keep you out of the way, Allina. Father's got businessmen around, and if I know you, you're flying naked."

"So?"

"So, they're from off-planet, and they're here for a new deal. The last thing they need is to see you flying naked over them."

"It's the right of the family. We are the superior species of the planet."

"We are, but they don't really understand that. Let's not rock the boat, hmm?"

"Fine. I'll make another circuit."

"Three, Allina. Three."

"Spoilsport."

"I'll have your playthings ready when you return."

"That's what I wanted to hear."

They mutually disconnected, and the violet dragoness looked down at the world below her again. The lightning had stained the entire mountain range black, with everything that had once resembled plant life either burned down or lower than the rocks around them as they evolved to avoid the lightning strikes. Even those that lived were darkened, blackened, some sort of reflective capability that the plants had evolved to avoid being utterly devastated by the perpetual storm that followed this range.

Another warning popped through the implant, and she flapped her wings to the left. A little dip, a little swoop, and she avoided a lightning strike that would have taken her down. She watched as the bolt took a metal ball she'd left behind, instead, watching it fall to the ground with a beep-beep-beep.

Going to have to tell father where I've been dropping those...

Shaking her head, Allina went back to her laps around the farm. Nobody would see her out here, admire her the way that she deserved, but she supposed she'd just have to make up for that when she got home.

After all, she was a dragon, and on Talar, every species worshiped one dragon or another.

For good measure, she'd thrown in a side-trip to the secondary energy farm that was at the base of their territory on the Storm Ring before heading home. It didn't give her any more insight on anything that could be done to improve them, but it gave her family that little bit more time to deal with the businessmen before she arrived home.

Besides, the family employees had deserved the chance to see her for a change, instead of her father. Most of them preferred pussy to dick.

Allina chuckled as she left the Storm Ring behind, her implant allowing her access beneath the shield that protected her family's 'estate' from the constant disasters that ravaged the rest of the world. It went from stormy to sunny, since the shield extended to the outer atmosphere, and her father had obviously turned off the shielding that kept the sun shaded at times. She spread her wings further, savoring the feeling of the light on the back of the chilled membranes.

As she warmed up, she pulled her wings in tight, allowing gravity to start pulling her down to the world below. The passing wind pressed her breasts back against her chest, and she pulled her legs together tightly, her tail pressed against the back of her legs as she aimed herself towards the earth. The low clouds that had were allowed through the shields parted, and the 'estate' revealed itself to her.

Her family's lands spread out over two hundred square miles, all of which came under the title of the An'Matal - their old clan name - Estate. It was almost like a miniature country, though they shared a few laws and enforcement work with some of the other nearby clans that they were allied with. The Tol'Shir and Eamur Estates were willing enough to share resources with them, in exchange for the occasional aid with dealing with some of the trickier parts of the Storm Ring.

But that was neither here nor there.

Her family's manor was on a small plateau on top of a hill, where a rising, four-tiered building stood. Walled at ground level and with a secondary shield that only allowed a more specialized implant to pass through, like hers, it gradually narrowed from the bottom level to the top, becoming almost like a smokestack on the top tier. She circled it, reveling in the feeling of her body being seen by both the servants on the grounds and the lower-ranking members of the An'Matal family.

She circled the walls, letting her wings out a bit further to slow herself down, and came in for a landing a minute later. Bouncing on her heels, Allina slowed to a stop after a brief run, turning the chaotic charge into a rapid strut, followed by a slow, sultry walk as she managed to get control of herself. The servants, foxes and felines, stared at her as she strolled across the grassy grounds in nothing but her scales.

"Enjoying the view, servants?" she asked.

They immediately whipped their heads around, whistling embarrassedly and tilting their heads back. She laughed, shaking her own.

The implant buzzed, and Tiri appeared in the corner of her vision again.

"Don't bother them. They're cleaning up after the visit. What a mess."

"Oh? Problems?"

"Just a wolf family that kept pushing for a tour of the ENTIRE complex," Tiri said, shaking her head. "I swear, father was going to kick them out if they asked about it one more time. It was like they were more interested in our home than our product."

"Offworlders."

"I guess. Anyway, your toys are assembled on the second floor, by the Indigo Runway."

"Splendid. Thank you."

"Don't break them, okay? Mods are fine, and father's cleared 100k for you for the month, but don't blow through it all at once?"

"No promises."

"You better make money on the shows this time."

"Sister, I always make money..."

The other dragon's face flickered out of existence, and Allina smiled, flicking her wings a few times to get rid of the little bits of dew drops that clung to them from flying through a cloud. The servants were still staring at her, and she allowed it, even throwing in a bit of a sway to her steps as she walked up to her house.

They're always allowed to look, to want. They're just not allowed to touch...

The dragoness stepped through the front doors, smiling to herself as she entered the climate-controlled building. The shields outside moderated things, but they did not completely control them. Here, however, the temperature was turned up to the proper thermal levels for dragons. It reached ninety degrees Fahrenheit on the regular, and she often saw her family adjusting it higher, turning it to a hundred or more. The servants took it in regular shifts inside the building, most of them wearing climate control collars to regulate their own temperature, but even that was limited.

She strolled through the entryway, the bottom floor of the family home more like the lobby of a corporation might have been on a bigger planet. The floor was made of a reflective metal, which meant that most visitors tended to wear things that covered them up. She could see a few offworlders that were talking to An'Matal representatives, probably buying power sources for their trips further on through the galaxy, or picking up smaller deals.

They were all dressed so conservatively, and she couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to be so covered up. Walking around with all that fabric on her body would have driven her out of her mind with annoyance, feeling how it covered her sex, how it restrained her breasts. And how could she have dealt with the lack of adoration?

Allina felt a lack of it right then, as a matter of fact. She cast her eyes around the room, spotted two servants - a mouse and a rat - and snapped her fingers in their direction. Almost immediately, they ran over to her, bowing before her, the collars around their necks marking them as An'Matal employees glinting in the light of the room.

"Mistress Allina, it is so wonderful to be gifted with the sight of your body."

"Your breasts are beautiful today, Allina, and oh, they make one swoon."

"To see you is to be left breathless, oh mistress."

"Please, allow us to -"

She snapped her fingers again, and they bowed. The dragoness walked over them, favoring them with a glance at her soles, and at her sex, if they dared to look up. She would not punish them if they did; they had been quick to serve, and done well.

The display had, of course, brought some attention to her. She smiled as she walked without shame through the lobby, making her way between different clients and household servants. The reflective metal reflected her sex as she walked, and she saw the eyes of many drop down, staring at her reflection to avoid getting in trouble for staring at her.

Adorable, to think that they would be that bothered.

Still wearing nothing but a smile, the violet dragoness made her way across the floor, enjoying the stares to both her reflection and herself. She had always been one to show off. Almost all dragons were, but she took it to a different extreme. Allina walked with her hips in full sway, with her tail raised ever so slightly so that every inch of her perfection could be seen, every little bit of her taken in and loved.

The 'employees,' the visitors, everyone were drawn to look at her and take in what she had to offer. She didn't go so far as to touch herself - though here, in the An'Matal estates, she might have - but she came close, running her hands along her hips and thighs as she made her way to the elevator.

She was only stopped by one person, an offworlder, and a wolf, for that matter. The female was dressed in a leather vest, long pants, and seemed to be showing herself in her own way, though Allina could tell that her chest was pushed up a bit. Propped by her clothing, no doubt.

The dragoness turned with a slightly condescending smile.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm wondering if there's any chance I can see the rest of the building."

"I'm afraid not. The second tier and everything above it are off-limits to everyone but family and the servants that work there."

"I understand, but I'd still like to see it."

Cocking her head to the side, she gave the wolf woman a second look. Her implant flickered, going through the landing records to see if she could match the female with any of the ID markers. It came up with one. Lora of the Ba-Ra Pack, here on business with the rest of her family.

As the information faded from her vision, Allina shook her head.

"All other floors are private property to my family, and those we choose to bring into it. And before you ask me to make an exception for you, please, you must know that you haven't offered me anything to even consider it."

"Well, what about offering myself?"

"I have a hundred different employees that know me better than you do, Miss Lora. They will tend to me far better than you could."

"You wanna bet?"

The wolf leaned in, almost pressing hip to hip with the dragoness. Confidence was quite appealing, Allina had to admit, but it was hardly a good offer. There were those that had talent, and there were those that had experience. By all the markers of her implant's files, the wolf had the former, but not the latter.

"I would win the bet, but I have a prior engagement. Please do not keep bothering my family, Miss Lora, or you will find yourself in a rather...compromising situation when it comes to whatever business you have with us."

"But -"

"That is my final decision."

Allina stepped into the elevator and waited for the doors to close. There was a stare from the wolf throughout that sent a happy little shiver down her spine, and which made her wonder what it would be like to put that girl in her place. Certainly, that neck looked like it would be quite fitting for a collar.

And I've always wanted to put a wolf in her place...

There were few dogs left in their particular solar system anymore. Most of them had either been quick to hitch rides to other, 'free' systems, or they had died out in the wild before the planet had been completely tamed by the technology that the dragon families had seized for themselves. Yet, there was something about taking a species that had managed to become quite intelligent and reduce it back to its prior state. Allina licked her lips as she imagined putting Lora through that sort of training, collaring her and teaching her how to be a good little cunt-licker, an obedient little ass-worshiper.

It was an appealing thought, but one that would likely remain a fantasy. There was little that the wolf was willing to offer besides her body, and she imagined that this Lora would not be keen on remaining an employee merely to see the upper parts of the building.

And as for what she wanted to see...

Allina made a note in her implant to check the other data-files regarding the wolf's family. How many had landed on the planet? How many were on the estate? And more to the point, what was their business with her father?

Hmm...

The dragoness was almost tempted to put off her personal indulgence, but after a long flight through the storm and depriving herself of a new toy, she felt it was time to relax.

The elevator pinged as it opened on the second floor, and she stepped out into a long hallway. Floating rooms bounced up and down in the low gravity on either side, and she walked among them until she found the long room that she was looking for. Hooking one hand against a pole sticking out the side, she dragged it down to the floor, and tapped the button to open the door.

Inside was a catwalk, and on either side were all of her 'assistants', employees that had been picked specifically for their piercing eyes and their skilled tongues. They all turned to stare at her as she walked through the door, and she intentionally lengthened her stride, making her breasts bounce ever so slightly while also showing off her sex.

"Hello, everyone. I'm sure that you're ready to tell me how much you love me."

"Yes, Mistress."

"We live to love you, Mistress."

"You are the most beautiful in the world, Mistress."

"Let us gaze at your perfection, Mistress."

It was all that she wanted to hear, and the dragoness glided in, tapping the door-close button with her tail. The chamber burst into bright light, and she hummed as she pulled herself onto the catwalk, posing with one leg forward. Her admirers leaned in, staring at her foot, her leg, her tail, her ass. Everything that she showed, they were willing to worship. They had been trained very, very well.

Allina tilted her head back as she felt the eyes of her playthings staring at her, the indigo light of the runway building up beneath her feet as she strutted from the front of the room to the back. One step, two, three, slowly grinding her thighs together as she walked, running her hands back and forth across her hips. Every step was practiced, done specifically to attract the maximum amount of attention to her body without actually putting out that much effort. Every single step done to show off the perfection of her legs, the softness of her rump, the enticing warmth of her sex.

Dragons were, by nature and by right, proud of their bodies. It took every little in the way of training for the lesser species to learn how to serve them and worship them. And why should it, when they had the treat to admire it waiting for them?

She reached the end of the stage, turning around. Her tail wound down her leg, pressing against her ankle, and she smirked.

"And now...your mistress...me!"

Allina threw her arms in the air, and the back of the stage lit up with blue and pink neon. The lights sprayed over her like confetti, and she strode through the glittering display. They made every scale on her body shimmer, and the warmth of the floor beneath her feet soothed her soles after the long flight in the storm.

But most of all, she allowed herself to enjoy the eyes on her body.

Many different species were there, chained to the catwalk, but with chains that were so slight and gentle that there was no chance that they would actually hold a slave. No, they were all there because they wanted to be, because they wanted to see her.

The purple dragoness thrust her hips from side to side, swaying them with all the exaggeration that she knew that her toys wanted to see. They gasped and cooed, moaned and shivered at her approach, and her curves teased them as they always did.

You are mine. Helpless, devoted, and wonderful.

She slowly turned at the edge of the stage, holding her hands on her hips as she looked down at the various toys. There were men and women, males and females. Rodents and felines, canines and vulpines. They were varied and multitude, just as she wished for her audience. After all, a dragoness should spread her beauty among the masses.

Reaching out with her tail, Allina gently lifted the head of one of the staring wolves, making her look the dragoness in the eye.

"Am I beautiful?" she asked.

"Beyond beautiful, Mistress."

"Then tell me."

She squatted down in front of the canine, holding her legs apart, leaning back to show her perfect pussy, her exquisite ass. She ran her fingers down between her legs, gently pulling her pussy open, showing her inner walls, her soft wetness. Her tail circled her other hole, teasing the pucker, showing off the different coloration back there compared to the rest of her scales.

"Am I not fine? Am I not beautiful?"

"You are beyond beautiful, Mistress. You are perfection."

"What would you give to touch me?"

"Anything, Mistress. All of my possessions for just a taste of you."

"Yes, you would. Anything that I asked, anything at all..."

The power over her toys was one that had always been near and dear to her heart. Allina smiled, bringing her tail from her rump to the wolf's neck, slowly wrapping it around her throat like a collar. She leaned down, kissing her on the forehead before getting back to her feet. The canine woman gasped as the tail came free, and the dragoness went back to dominating the stage.

The cameras were coming on now, she could tell. The little red lights in the wall told her that they were broadcasting, streaming her beautiful, naked body to whatever viewers had signed up to see it across the universe. She spun in place, her tail rising, her wings fanning out. Her ass cheeks bounced slowly, the hard muscle and soft fat making her curves really show off and bounce, jiggle, sway.

Yes. Look at me. Worship me. Love me.

Allina was slowly dragging her hands up her sides, cupping her breasts, when she felt a little shift. Not much, no more than a hint, but the dragoness was the owner of the stage, and she knew how it felt to walk it. And she knew when something had changed.

]Someone's on the outside of my room...

The dragoness didn't let that stop her show, but she did start paying more attention to what was happening. She heard the soft click of something touching the ceiling, and watched for -

Yes, there, the start of a cut. Someone was trying to sneak in. A pity. She would have to deal with them and interrupt her show.

Then again, perhaps it would be more interesting for her viewers to see her perfection in action, rather than merely being shown off.

So, Allina smiled to the cameras, holding up a finger, telling them to wait. They didn't have to wait long.

CLANG! A metal circle fell the dozen feet from the ceiling to the stage, landing right down the middle of the walkway. Following it, surprisingly, was the wolf woman from before. Lora. The vest-wearing, pushy woman turned, and the dragoness and the wolf's eyes met.

"Oh. You're here," Lora said, her muzzle no longer turned up in that flirtatious smile.

"Yes. This is my space, after all."

"Hmmph. Filled with kidnapped slaves, no doubt."

"Toys, and servants."

"That's about the same."

"Not at all. Slaves are not treated well. These...are."

Stroking her tail across the males and females at her sides, the dragoness drew moans and happy sighs from them. Lora wasn't impressed. The wolf pulled at her gloves, dragging them towards her wrists.

"Whatever. I'm here to take one of them."

"Oh?" Allina cocked her head to the side. "Is that why you were so interested in sneaking into the rest of my home? Kidnapping?"

"Don't flatter yourself. It's just a job."

"A job that you would have slept with me to accomplish?"

"Well, goes to show how dedicated I am; you're really not my type."

"..." Allina's eye twitched ever so slightly. "Not your type, hmm? That is...quite the statement."

"Oh, fuck off. I'm just here to take that wolf. Someone back home wanted her for a wife, and was pissed off that you seized her first."

"Ah. He didn't move first, and now he's annoyed that his little bride-to-be is already serving someone better."

"Get your head out of your scaly ass, then get out of my way."

"And if I said no?"

The dragoness smiled as the wolf narrowed her eyes. That was what she was expecting. Something angry, something annoyed, someone that was willing to get a little dirty. It had been a while since she had tangled with someone that wasn't directly hired by the family. This might be interesting.

CRASH!

The dragoness slammed through a glass wall and hit the ground with a thump. The wolf followed, lunging for her with a knife. A quick kick saved the naked dragoness from being stabbed, and Allina was back on her feet a second later.

Then they were face to face, struggling against one another four rooms down from where they had started.

As she grappled with the other woman, trying to knock that knife away, Allina couldn't believe that it had gone off the rails so quickly. The wolf was stronger than she had any right to be, and had to be using buffers. That was the only explanation. Each punch landed far harder than it should against her perfect scales, and she was actually feeling the blows for once.

They spun, Allina pinned against the wall for a moment, only to flip it and shove the wolf back. She slammed Lora's wrists against the wall once, twice, and the knife dropped. Allina caught it with her tail, but took a kick to her stomach for her troubles.

"Just give it up," Lora said, panting. "I'm going to take her back home, and then this will all be sorted. Why the fuck do you have to make it so hard?"

"Mmmph. She is my property...and my responsibility."

"Slaver."

"Hmmph...I already told you...There is a difference between slaves, and toys."

Not that she expected off-worlders to understand. They never did. Slaves were for labor, for difficult things, for harsh things. Toys were there to be enjoyed, to be played with, to be shown off and enjoyed. They were treated well, never had to lack for anything.

And that wolf was one of her favorites. Lovely and eager, gentle-tongued when she was put to work, never resisting the different urges and ideas that the dragoness had, always pushing herself to taste perfection: that was what this Lora wanted to take from her.

She flicked the knife from tail to hand, panting softly as the wolf circled her. They'd gone from a runway to a lab, a place where the servants were given their collars, their conditioning. Yes, some needed training, but not as much as this one seemed to think.

Lora charged, Allina twisted. The knife came up, and while the wolf was able to avoid getting her fur or flesh cut, her vest did not fare as well.

RIIIP!

The leather fell to the sides, and so did the cloth under it. Allina turned with a smirk on her snout, watching as the wolf woman turned around, her breasts exposed and her nipples stiffening slightly. The dragoness tossed the knife up and down.

"I suppose you are going to day that isn't from arousal at my perfection."

"Fuck you."

"Perhaps...if you were prettier."

Lora's cheeks flashed red, and she charged.

They slammed into each other again, and this time, the wolf knocked her down. Allina gritted her teeth as the knife went flying away, trying to swing her tail up -

"Ah!"

Only for the wolf woman to shove her fingers knuckle-deep in the dragoness's pussy. Her eyes opened wide, her mouth hanging open as Lora loomed over her. The wolf woman's breasts hung down as she panted, flicking her fingers in very different, very new ways to the dragoness.

"You like that, hmm?" she panted. "Well...didn't think you and I...would end up like this..."

"Mmmph...what are you..."

"Nerve stimulation...deep tissue..."

Allina gritted her teeth, arching her back as she felt the other woman's hand pressing more firmly against her crotch. She tried to lift her hands up, but it was like the wolf's fingers were gripping at her depths, pushing at her nerves, hitting buttons that kept her from doing anything. Her entire body was stimulated beyond any ability to fight back, and the wolf was only pushing it further.

Three fingers, then four were shoved into the dragoness's slit, and her back arched right off the floor. Her arms were limp, dead, unable to move, and the wolf woman leaned down, biting at her neck.

"Hmmph. You cost me time. Maybe I should take you back instead of that toy? Or with her, even. I'm sure that her new husband would pay extra for the chance to teach an uppity bitch a lesson."

"You mean...mmmph! You mean...you'd give him yourself?" Allina managed to ask.

The slight sneer that she managed to put on her face was cut off as soon as the wolf tapped her clit with her thumb. She must have been rubbing something new inside the dragoness, because the sudden pleasure nearly knocked her out. The dragoness screamed at the top of her lungs -

Shnick.

The doors. Security.

They must have been responding to the noise the two of them had been making. Lora looked up, tried to pull herself away -

"N-no...you don't..."

Allina clenched down. The wolf jerked, her arm pinned by the dragoness's vaginal muscles. Lora's eyes went wide, pulling at her arm, but the pleasure that gave her was only making that scaly pussy tighter.

"Let...let go!"

"Mmmph...you...aren't...going..."

POP!

Sadly, there were limits to all muscles, and despite how strong she was down there, Allina couldn't hold back against that for long. However, it had bought enough time for the security force to find the busted glass to the room, and the wolf was forced to flee, running to the back of the floating room and out through the rear.

Some of the guards chased after her, while two others stepped inside and helped Allina to her feet. She panted, still rather wet and aroused, but she was...well, if not okay, at least stable. She shook her head.

"Secure my toys."

"Yes, Mistress."

She tapped her head.

"Sister?"

"What happened? We're having alarms all over the place."

"The wolf. Lora. Ba-Ra Pack. She wasn't here for business."

"Shit. I'm sealing the mansion."

"Her family?"

"Already back at the ship, if they're pack at all."

They probably weren't, not with things going the way that they had. Lora was obviously a hunter of sorts, a bounty hunter more than likely. She had been hired to go after someone, and there was likely no deal to be made with the pack she had attached herself to. It was all a ruse.

And now, she was on the run, having beaten the dragoness on galactic viewing. She would have to find a way to restore her reputation after this...

The End

Summary: Allina, a dragoness that will eventually compete in a rather spectacular reality show, but for the moment, she is a rich girl on her home planet, enjoying her daily life. Let's take a look at what that entails.

Tags: F/F, F/solo, exhibitionism, sci-fi, dragoness, various species, wolf, fingering, fighting, show-off, foot fetish, nudity, public, mistress/slave, slavery, domination, teasing, worship,