Far and away in the heart of the Evian Empire, was a monolithic structure made of marble. It had great towers and halls and gardens of the most exotic sort of flowers. The city was encamped in a forest of great towering pines, flanked from both sides by the great mountains of Draconder. A glistening all encompassing sea on it’s west and mountains that rumored to imprison the titans to the east. This pure ivory monument surrounded by nature’s bounty was Wilksbourogh. The Capital City of the dragons of the Evian Empire.
It was an eccentric society of draconians. Not for the taking of hominids, particularly humans, as thralls. But rather the large and gluttonous dragons that resided there. There were slender drakes and dragonesses sure, but the majority of them and the whole of the royal family were comprised of hyper fat, hyper voluptuous, macro like dragons, so large they should be immobile, but always manage to carry their weight with not only finesses, but lack of effort, as if they were completely unhindered by their own massive bodies.
These dragons were lead by Queen Karthio, a dragonness both of great stature and great girth. The mighty Queen's ruby red scales glimmered in the light due to constant buffing and polishing by her many servants, her head endowed with silver horns that were almost reflective, a natural crown for the Queen. There was plenty to be polished, as her tremendous gut heavily rested against the floor, flanks expanding beyond the reach of her silver claws, even while standing.
At this particular evening she was lounging in the Queen's gazebo. An elaborate shelter in the upper garden, made of marble and dressed with grand tapestries.
Beside her lounged two of her daughters and the Captain of the Guard. At her left was Roal,the youngest of her expansive royal family. The dumpling shaped dragon was hands down nothing more than a royal brat. She was also the smallest of the three, only being able to reach his Mother's shoulders at the very top of her horns. This, combined with her pastel blue scales and pink belly and wings, made Roal the least respected by the rest of his family. This lack of respect angered the young dragon, and was the reason for her current physique.
And then there was Marian the Girthy to her west. Many would mistake her with her green scales as a rolling green hillside if she lounged about in the middle of a field, easily the largest dragon in the kingdom; her torso was wider than the Queen's wingspan! The Queen’s massive daughter constantly sloshed and shook with the smallest of movements. It’s been years since her log like tail has ever left the ground without any assistance. The soft wings that were folded against her bulging arching back were no more than another limb to store fat. Not that Marian cared at all, her body was a clear sign that the only thing on her mind was food.
They entertained themselves by eating and jibbering to one another at length about things that were only important to those who were wealthy and powerful enough to make such frivolous shallow topics such a priority. These topics were mostly constructed from rumors, gloating, and over inflated stories of grandeur that resulted in jowls jiggling in laughter. The Queen’s guests drank from ancient goblets of gold filled to the brim with the finest wine and ate thick chunks of marbled ham from platters of pure silver; their thralls made great efforts to make sure their patrons never got a chance to see the bottom of either.
Eventually though, there came a pause in the conversation where in the Queen tapped her shiny claws against the cool floor to get everyone's attention. Except Marian, who continuously stuffed her swollen face with food, moaning out “Mmoooaarrrhh.”
"Friends, Family, I have an important announcement." The Queen said as she scratched her plump cheeks. "As you all know, my darling daughters, the pride and joys of my life, are having there birthdays in the following month."
The Queen Karthio paused to allow the guests to clap for her daughters, which was customary. Roal greatly inhaled the applause, while Marian simply blushed and smiled thinly before going back to eating.
"As such," The Queen continued. "Because I am just so terrible at waiting to give presents, I have arranged for my daughters Roal and Marian to both receive their first human!"
The guests applauded again, louder this time. A dragon getting their first human slave was one of the important marks of growing up in this dragon high society. Roal's jaw was gape, while Marian actually stopped eating to listen.
"Oh Mother!" Roal squealed with delight. :This has got to be the--"
"However." Queen Karthio silenced her daughter. "There are some conditions."
"What kind of conditions?" The whole table of guests looked over to see Marian talk more then just the word "More" which was actually very rare.
"I'm glad you asked, Marian. Although this is your present, this is also a test. A test in parenting."
"Parenting?" The two daughters asked at the same time.
"Yes. You see, when I depart from this Earth, I want to make sure that my legacy will live on in you, my children, and your legacy to live on in your children. Yet the two of you have showed no maternal instincts towards anyone, which concerns me. So, although I am granting you a human slave, the slave you will get will be a child."
Whispered snickers bubbled out from the guests in response to this ludicrous game the Queen was playing on her children. "What!?" Roal roared, her jowls jiggling in fury. "But mom--!"
"No 'buts' young lady!" Karthio snapped. "Before you can ever get married, have a life with another dragon, and raise kids of your own, you must test yourself weather or not your ready for it yet. The two of you will each receive a child human. They will care for you, and you will care for them. Feed them, nurture them, help them. For the next month the two of you are temporary mothers. If i see that you raised the human well, you may have a fully grown slave. If not, you will wait untill you are older. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes mom." Roal and Marian said at the same time.
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