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Ludmilla's Kingdom Part 1

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  1. >Ludmilla was in bliss. Here she was, having gone from a human to a beautiful and voluptuous dragon and life couldn't be better. She had eternal life, great wealth, endless power and an enormous harum of handmaiden dragons at her leisure. Ludmilla smirked as she recalled how she'd forced that old hag to produce enough vials of a dragon potion to last her a lifetime. She had great fun turning her human maids beautiful and gigantic (though not quite as beautiful or gigantic as her). Oddly enough, the potion only seemed to work on females. She shuddered as she recalled the men. The few attempts she made to create male dragons failed miserably. They had become violent bloodthirsty brutes which she promptly had put down. There was little room for any subordinance in her kingdom. Besides, she soon found she preferred women to men anyway.
  2. >She glared at the intrigantly designed clock on the wall. The gemstones it was decorated with glistened as though it was a series of miniature multicolour mirrors. It was usually time for her handmaidens to help her unwind but things were different today. She had an interview with some foreign newspaper, from that young United States country and the reporter was late.
  3. >It was always a good thing to keep her name on everyone's lips even if the very notion of a free press was complete nonsense to her. Although even she couldn't stop the march of technological and cultural progress, Ludmilla ensured that those in her country and out knew who still called the shots all these years later. Mankind had gone from thatched houses to buildings of metal and glass and yet, Ludmilla was still on top. It pleased her that she would always be around, a constant figure in history books for centuries to come, perhaps longer. "Long live Queen Ludmilla", she thought and laughed to herself in sheer joy. Yes, life couldn't be better.
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  6. >Jennifer trembled as she waited in the hall. The woman had met some of the most frightening individuals in her time as a reporter; yet interviewing Ludmilla was a different thing entirely. She smoothed out her dress, hoping that she didn't look too appetizing with her California bronze skin.
  7. >Suddenly, the enormous golden doors sprung open as if they were timed. Jennifer could have looked down at the perfectly polished floors that reflected her surroundings clearer than Caribbean waters. She could have looked up at the elaborately designed marble ceiling, filled with carvings of dragons. But she stared dead ahead of her, at the colossal purple dragon sitting in a golden throne at the far end of the room. Her high heels clicked on the floor as Ludmilla's eyes lit up at the sight of her. This only worried Jennifer further.
  8. >"You're late." Ludmilla said curtly. Jennifer tensed up even more as she stammered out an apology. Ludmilla arched an eyebrow at this and then settled.
  9. >Despite that incident, the interview had gone remarkably well. Jennifer was extremly careful not to probe too much and every question was smothered in praise to her subject. Ludmilla was so pleased by this flattering, she invited the human in her private study for the "finest vodka in the world".
  10. >"нa здopoвьe. A toast to friendship!" Ludmilla picked up her wine-barrel sized glass and swallowed her vodka in a single gulp. Jennifer tenetively glanced at her ordinarily sized glass before slowing drinking it. Jennifer's relaxtion lasted approximately 10 seconds before she felt a tightness in her stomach.
  11. >"You...you poisoned me!" The reporter screamed, knocking her glass to the floor. Ludmilla's response to this was a hearty laugh; one so loud, it shook the chandlier. "Why ever would I poison you, my dear?! I've got something much better in mind!" the dragon cackled. Jennifer's eyes widened as she wondered what Ludmilla's true intentions were.
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  13. >Jennifer had never truly felt fear before now. She had trusted Ludmilla, Dragon Queen of Russia, enough to accept drinks from her, a mistake that would cost her dearly. The woman mustered up enough courage to ask the dragon a vital question.
  14. >"If you haven't poisoned me...what DID you do to my drink?" Jennifer spat at her. "Patience is a virtue, my dear." Ludmilla cryptically answered with a sly grin.
  15. >"What's that supposed to-" Jennifer's interrogation was cut short by a ripping sound. She darted her eyes towards her rear end where a long reptilian tail had suddenly appeared, creating a hole in her white dress. Ludmilla squealed in delight as the transformation was finally about to begin. Jennifer watched in horror as her nails began stretching out into claws and her hands swelled in girth.
  16. >"My favourite parts are coming soon..." Ludmilla remarked with a tinge of lust in her voice. Not more then a second after the dragon had spoke, Jennifer's breasts ballooned out of her dress. This was soon followed up by a much more pressing matter: her butt and thighs expanded, ripping the dress off completely. Ludmilla whistled at the sight of the human's panties. Jennifer's bottom heavy figure beared a unusual likeness to Ludmilla's.
  17. >"Wonderful caboose, dear. But you've got a ways to go..." With that, a pair of black horns emitted from Jennifer's head as white scales sprouted up and down her body. The room spun as she continued to grow in height until she was roughly the size of Ludmilla, give or take 10 inches. What remained of her clothes and shoes laid in tatters on the floor.
  18. >Jennifer's beautiful face began contorting, her lucious lips breaking out into a reptilian snout. Her teeth grew sharper as her tongue split into a forked shape. What had once been an ordinary human was now a beautiful ivory dragon. Jennifer looked over her new body as Ludmilla grinned."Now let's, as you Americans put it, 'talk turkey'."
  19. >Jennifer stood there dumbfounded. She had just gone from a young woman to a dragoness in the span of a couple of minutes. Ludmilla, for her part, was pleased with her handiwork. Jennifer was still trying to process what just had happened when Ludmilla began to speak.
  20. >"Wonderful, isn't it? So much more stylisically appealing than that previous form...and so much more of you to love." Ludmilla said as she kissed the ebony reptile.
  21. >"Oh, I love the cute ones. Here's the deal, my sweet. You have been given the opportunity of a lifetime: to serve me and assist me in my goals to spread the beauty of dragonesses everywhere. You see, I need a...what do your kind call it...PUBLICIST! Someone who can help spread the good word of Ludmilla, you see." "And why should I help you?!" Jennifer retorted. Ludmilla replied not with words but by goosing her new dragon. "I can be quite persuasive...you liked that, didn't you? How would like you this all the time? The life of a dragoness is one of pure delights and luxury. You'll be treated as one of our own. And we will show you experiences you will never have imagined."
  22. >Jennifer tried to resist it but Ludmilla was indeed persuasive enough to where she was second guessing her true place. She thought about her life, how she had worked so hard to get where she was and no one still appreciated her. It would be nice to finally feel control for once, to make people listen to hear. Just as she was pondering this, the doors swung open again.
  23. >Both Ludmilla and Jennifer turned to see two dragons enter; one blue, the other red. They appeared to be complete opposites of each other: whereas the blue one was more top heavy with a heaving bosom, the red one had a inflated rear. The blue dragon was all business whereas the red dragon had a kinder face. "Ah! Helen! Ratched! Just the two I wanted to see! Meet our newest arrival to the cause!"
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  25. >Ratched and Helen or was it Helen and Ratched? Jennifer couldn't tell which was which but she knew that these were just two of Ludmilla's subordinates. She looked from one to the other and decided that, no matter who they were, she'd prefer dealing with the red one. The blue dragoness had a glow in her eyes that unnerved Jennifer. Of course, it was the blue one that spoke first.
  26. >"Who is she?!" It was clear that the blue one wanted to get down to business; her tone almost as icy as her scales. "Calm down, Ratched, it's fine. This is Jennifer Watson. She's going to be the new mouthpiece I mean, minister of propaganda for our regime. Oh yes, where are my manners? Jennifer, meet Ratched, my minister of health and Helen Parr, one of my advisors." Ratched rolled her eyes at Ludmilla's blutness.
  27. >"A pleasure to meet you, dear." Helen extended a friendly claw out to Jennifer who gazed upon it as if it would explode. Slowly, she took the crimson dragoness's claw and moved it up and down. The whole experience still felt like a fever dream. Ratched shook hands with the new arrival, Jennifer instantly noticed her stomach moving.
  28. >"We had a small incident at the hospital. Some of my patients thought it'd be funny to grope my nurse staff. Only I can touch them in that way." "Well, if you didn't insist on your nurses still wear their uniforms despite the fact that they don't even come close to fitting...you don't wear one yourself!"
  29. >Ratched turned on her companion. "My rules, my way. Unless..." Ratched hissed out that last word in such a way, it was hard to imagine she wasn't a reptile even when she was human. "You want my girls to catch something from those disgusting apes."
  30. >"You work in a mental hospital!" "ENOUGH!" bellowed Ludmilla. "Ratched, how about you show our new guest here what you do at the hospital while I spend some time with Helen?"
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