Ludmilla's Kingdom Part 12 (part one)

>Jennifer was pacing back and forth in thought, trying to narrow down the dragonesses she needed for her upcoming propaganda piece; as the newest addition to Ludmilla's little group, she felt a particular need to do as best as she could. After all of the hype that their leader had bestowed, Jennifer's pride had soon turned into nervousness. Luckily, there was no one else in the vicinity, having gone to the edge of the forest in order to get some more ideas. "Maybe I could: no, no!" She muttered to herself as she crumpled up yet another piece of paper and tossed it into the air out of frustration. Thankfully, Jennifer found out they had more advanced cameras than the ones in Ludmilla's castle. Those ones looked so old that Eisenstein would call it antique. This in turn led Jennifer to ponder just how the kingdom was able to acquire them so quickly. They obviously had allies somewhere…
>Finally, Jennifer looked up, trying to look for inspiration when she noted something she never saw before. It was an enormous tower, that practically looked like it was plucked out of a fairy-tale and placed in the middle of the woods. It reminded Jennifer of that odd looking dragoness she saw a few hours ago. Putting two and two together, she found herself walking towards the tower in an attempt to find inspiration. As she approached the building, Jennifer wondered what just who was building all of the unique structures: “Or maybe,” she thought “They somehow brought their buildings from home”. Glaring at the door, Jennifer gingerly banged on the large golden knockers on it, creating loud thumps. After a few minutes of waiting, Jennifer rolled her eyes out of impatience and pushed on the door, finding it to be open. “Obviously, whoever lives here doesn’t know much about home security…but then again, who’d want to steal from a dragoness?” She thought to herself as she made her way in the building, noticing the sun motifs everywhere.
>As soon as she entered, Jennifer couldn't help but notice the sun motif. How could she not, it was virtually everywhere throughout the room, from murals on the wall to stained glass to even a painting on the floorboard. The entire building just screamed out antiquity; even the paintings and drawings of pre-Ludmilla Russia that Jennifer had seen didn't come close to this. It was just so surreal, Jennifer felt so out of time in all of this; this structure that had been untouched by progress for so long. Just as she was about to turn and leave, a door creaking broke the strange silence that had permeated the atmosphere for so long.
>Jennifer snapped at attention after hearing the noise to discover the strange light purple dragoness that she had met earlier that day standing at the top of the enormous staircase: it was so tall that Jennifer had to squint to make out the figure standing at the top of the staircase. Whereas others would have a different reaction, this dragoness appeared to be pleased to have a visitor and slid down the bannister. The first thing Jennifer noticed when she landed was her hair: the long flowing blonde locks that were so long, they easily out dwarfed her already large dragoness body. The hair served almost as an outfit for the young-looking dragoness, covering up her breasts and rear in a teasing way. The second thing Jennifer noticed was the eagerness on her face; evidently, this girl either didn’t get enough company or too much company. “Oh my gosh, a new friend!” The blonde dragoness yelled in Jennifer’s face and snatched up her hand, much to Jennifer’s surprise. “Right, right…I’m Jennifer Watson.” The blonde dragoness scrunched her face up at this. “That’s a funny name.” Jennifer bit her tongue at this. “And you are?” The blonde dragoness got another strange look on her face, almost as if she was attempting to remember something. “Oh, that’s right! Rapunzel. Pleased to meet you.”>“Rapunzel. Rapunzel. Rap-pun-zel.” Jennifer rolled that name through her tongue several times, still sounding alien and strange to her. She had successfully managed to convince the dragoness that she was a reporter (after going through yet longwinded another explanation of what she did, Jennifer wondered if it would be cost-efficient to just print up some business cards to save her breath) and was now sitting in the dragoness's parlor room. As she gazed around at the room, staring at all of the various knick-knacks and carvings on the wall. Clearly, this dragoness had a lot of time on her hands and not enough visitors to go around. The only other soul in the room was a small chameleon, perched on a sofa cushion and eyeballing Jennifer curiously. “Hello, little one. Can you understand me?” Jennifer asked, wanting to discover if she could communicate with other reptiles as well thanks to her new abilities. The chameleon merely stuck out its tongue in reply, almost as if he was mocking her in a way.
>“Reptiles owning reptiles…you know, that just feels wrong somehow.” Jennifer thought to herself as her host re-entered the room, brandishing a frying pan that was loaded with freshly baked goods. “I’m back!” The light purple dragoness cheered and offered them up to Jennifer. The white dragoness stared at them for a second before taking one, deciding to ask her hostess about her backstory after gaining her trust. Jennifer quickly found out that wasn’t going to be necessary; the purple dragoness immediately launched into a spiel about her life: it seemed as though it was a fairy tale. As she wove a tall tale of magic flowers and old witches and how she had managed to escape from her tower and somehow found herself all the way across the continent, Jennifer couldn’t help but be attracted to that hair. My god, look at that thing! How does she keep it perfectly straightened?!
>Jennifer stumbled her way back from the tower, still reeling from the surreal experience she just had. The good side was that she had not only successfully convinced Rapunzel to be her friend but the dragoness also managed to assist her in her own way. The other side of the coin was that Jennifer realised that not all dragonesses had dealt with their change in a particularly healthy way...perhaps Ratched and her team could help the girl get readjusted. As Jennifer wandered the streets, searching for some more inspiration, she felt a strange hand on her shoulder and was spun around. When she had control of her bearings once more, she noticed that it was Eris's girlfriend; that pale witch who seemed to be just as odd, off-kilter and dangerous as the chaos goddess. "He-hello." Jennifer stammered, not knowing what Eris's little squeeze wanted with her. Morbidia, for her part, seemed to take a perverse fascination in Jennifer...her eyes seemed hungrier than Eris's was during their first meeting.
>“Hello, dearie” Morbidia said, allowing Jennifer to see her razor sharp teeth. “I have a teensy little favour to ask of you, if it’s not too much trouble…” Morbidia asked in a sickeningly sweet voice that would have made a pixie feel sick to its stomach. She followed this by widening her eyes to the size of dinner plates and quivering her bottom lip to try and wheedle something out of the reporter. “S…sure, I guess.” Jennifer asked hesitantly, not wanting to upset the pale dragoness in front of her. Jennifer tried distracting herself from her current situation by looking around her and noticed that she was no longer on the streets but instead in a home that Dali and Magrette would have thought was a little much. "You see", the witch continued, "Eris is away on a business trip. She's got a new rock band thing going on and a girl has her...needs..." "Wait, what?!" Jennifer yelped as Morbidia groped her. "Relax. I don't bite. Much."
>Jennifer was reeling from the implications that had just fallen over her. Here she was, with one of most dangerous dragonesses she had met yet whose girlfriend could alter reality with a mere flick of the wrist. And Morbidia, the dragoness was begging her for sex, having used her magic to make a variety of attractive outfits appear on her body. This only made it harder for "Listen..." Jennifer said slowly, choosing her words as carefully as one would choose a wire to cut when a bomb went off. "You seem pleasant enough but I just don't really-" "Oh, come now!" the witch dragoness replied with her cute British accent, waving off Jennifer's concerns with a wave of her arm.
>"What Eris doesn't know won't hurt her and..." Here she leaned in close "between you and me, babe, there's quite a bit she doesn't but you didn't hear that from me." Jennifer merely nodded, still unsure of what to do in this moment. Finally, despite her best efforts, she found that she had to say something. "But...why me?" "Because." Morbidia said cryptically and stuck her tongue out at Jennifer, then, with a snap of her fingers managed to teleport the both of them into the bedroom. Jennifer had assumed that this was where Eris and Morbidia lived when they weren't busy causing chaos and mischief. Jennifer searched for an exit but the house appeared to be located in its own dimension away from the rest of reality. Morbidia jumped on the bed and patted next to her, trying to entice Jennifer to her side. The pearl dragoness merely turned and refused the offer of the paler one; causing Morbidia to emit steam from her nostrils. The witch soon calmed down, however, and decided to change tactics; having learned a few tricks from her girlfriend. “Oh, Jenny…” Morbidia purred, “A little birdie told me you needed some help with your little propaganda piece. I can be rather...persuasive with my magic."