Context: You are the lone dragon princess and it is time to pick a mate. Your parents, the King and Queen, have prepared you for this. You just hope you don't have to get your claws too dirty to get what you want.

Setting: The Komodorian Castle

Tags:[FMM4F][Enemies to Lovers?][Dragon Queen and King Speakers][Tsundere Silver Dragon Speaker][Dragon Princess Listener][Finding a Mate][Comedy][Parental Commentary][Biting][Dom]to[Sub][Worldbuilding/Lore][CW: Mild Violence (Slapstick)]

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[CQ] = Your mother, the Queen of Dragons

[CK] = Your father, the King of Dragons

[S] = Slade the Silver. Especially grumpy, sensitive neck.

[Scene opens in the palace of Komodorus]

[SFX: A ballroom with some rather scaly, unruly guests]

[You appear behind your parents, the King and Queen, tucked into the insipid ball gown they insisted on]

[CQ] “Ohhh, look at you! What a beautiful princess you make!”

[Pause.]

[CQ] “Young lady!”

[Your father barely contains a bellowing laugh]

[CK] “Always the feistiest Usagian dragon, aren’t you, Kit? No nonsense, no bullshit, only action! Haha! Yes, we raised a good one!”

[CQ] “Are you ready to go down and find your first mate? Remember, you can choose three unless you want to start riling up some of the other dragon clans… Do you remember the different clans?”

[Pause!]

[CQ] “I know, I know, you say you study but then when I quiz you, you can only tell me how many punches it takes to knock out a dire bear!”

[Pause]

[CK, giggling] “Twenty-two is correct.”

[You arch back and let out your most commanding roar]

[SFX A dragon roar]

[The males straighten to attention immediately]

[GQ] “There you go… Now, you’ll descend to the ball and be courted left and right, I am sure… Be sure to pick a good suitor, my dear. Mind the colors of their wings…”

[Pause]

[CQ, with a happy sigh] “She’s grown so strong these last few years.”

[CK] “Aye… I hope that she will pick a commander and mate that will do the kingdom proud.”

[CQ] “You worry too much… I chose you as mine, despite your, ahem, less than conventional strategies.”

[CK, with a sigh] “Aye, aye, I couldn’t hold my drink. I did show up at your father’s medal ceremony drunk off my ass and shouting, ‘Listen here, you CU-”.

[CQ] “And then he punched you down all seven flights of stairs, yes, hmhm. We were married the next day~”.

[CK] “Pfft, yes, we were. Come, let our daughter flirt and court as she desires. We’re not getting any younger, you know?”

[Pause!]

[SFX: Polite but panicked applause as the Listener races down the stairs]

[CQ] “-BE SAFE! PRACTICE SAFE BITING!”

[CK] “And she’s gone… Well, they all fly the clutch someday, huh? C’mon, let’s get in on some of that moonwine and let our little hatchling find her first love. Or kill him. We’ll see how it goes.”

[SFX: Fill with ballroom music]

[You extend your wings, walk slash glide to the party that is all for you. It is a sea of iridescent scales and light dancing in their wings. Some of the males growl in a soft, challenging manner until you growl back - they quickly quiet and bow their heads in respect]

[SFX: Some muted but respectful growling/the music]

[Pause...]

[CK] "Oop, something has her eye..."

[You hit the crowd like a golden lunar bomb and glance about. As always, you disregard eyes that look away. It takes you a moment or two but you finally spot an older, muscular silver sneaking a drink. This one… is different. He snarls at you like he intends to command you, and you snarl right back]

[SFX: Friendly dragon flirting :D (I’m kidding)/hissing and snarling]

[S] “Rrrr… Toss your horns elsewhere. I’m just here for the free food, Princess.”

[Pause.]

[S] “Why am I the only… silver dragon in attendance? Huff… What does it matter?”

[Pause]

[He listens, sipping his drink. He’s both a good actor and a terrible one]

[S] “Mmh, you think that my clan is showing active disrespect to your rule by only sending in one older, gruff, mannerless stud, hm? And you think that spells that someone is trying to use our theoretical distaste to distract you from something?”

[Pause.]

[You fold your arms and stare him down. Compared to him, you are a healthy and obvious prismatic gold]

[S] “...Trying to get me to fight, Princess?”

[Pause.]

[He scoffs]

[S] “Oh, you think you can take me, huh? You? By your tiny little se-URGH!”

[You dart behind him, grabbing an arm and wrenching it upwards. The rude silver dragon falls forward to his knees with a snarl]

[S] “GAH! Stop that, stop twisting my arm! OW! What are you lunar dragons made of, steel?!”

[Pause!]

[S] “What?! THERE’S NO PLAN, YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY! THERE’S NO PRANKS!”

[PAUSE!!]

[S] “RRGH, LET GO YOU SHINY, GOLDEN LITTLE B-!”

[SFX: A grown dragon-man getting yeeted pretty hard/impact from the pillars]

[If anyone wasn’t paying mind before, they certainly are now]

[CK] “Ooh, and there he goes flying… A silver? Interesting…”

[CQ, with a sigh] “Oh, and he’s an older one… I told you that girl was going to go looking for an older dragon with a temperament. Always did love the rowdy older guards that would play with her or train her… Oh, why couldn’t she have picked a nice young man or woman? Or even that Orc pretending to be a dragon in the corner there?”

[CK] “Now, hang on, she’s just beating him senseless at present. She hasn’t even bore her teeth at him once! For all we know, this could just be them exchanging pleasantries! Talking about the weather!”

[SFX: Dragons roaring and hissing at one another]

[CQ] “Mmh, nope. That was a proper murderous hiss. Sigh. They fancy each other.”

[S] “FUCK YOU, PRINCESS! FUCK YOUUUUU-!!!”

[PAUSE!!!]

[CK] “She’s gonna bite him.”

[CQ] “She’s totally going to bite him.”

[SFX: A big ol’ bite/angry silver roaring]

[S] “ARAHGLA MY NECK!”

[Pause!]

[S] “No, you submit to-aagghh OK OK OK not that spot, not that spot, that’s playing dirty and you know it!!”

[CK] “Ooh, she drew a little blood… Well, if he had a prank planned or any disrespect, his clan is going to have to attempt it under the banner of one of their studs being humbled. Think he’ll stay stoic and still try?”

[CQ] “Oh, heavens no. He’s far too enamored.”

[CK] “Oh?”

[The old dragon Queen giggles]

[CQ] “Oh, he’s so mad… He’ll deliver a strong clutch, certainly… If she sticks with him, as it were. There are still plenty more eligible bachelors and bachelorettes about… C’mon, Itty Bit, go after one of those nice, stormy blues!”

[CK, rolling his eyes] “You and your blues.”

[CQ] “Darling, please. You reds always get so uppity about the blues.”

[CK] “Red versus blue is a time-honored tradition, woman. TIME. HONORED!”

[Once he stops wriggling and roaring, you let the silver dragon go. He stands with a wince and a glare]

[Pause?]

[S, blushing] “I submit… My princess.”

[Pause.]

[He grumbles and growls but obeys, at least. You’ll make a husband out of him yet… Maybe]

[S] “Rackum frackum…”

[CK] “Well, she told him, huh? Hehe. Feisty girl… Who next, do you think?”

[CQ, under her breath] “Blue, blue, blue, blue…”

[You peer around at the dragons around you, sussing out your next target. Any eyes that turn away you disregard immediately. A pair of glimmering orange eyes peers from the crowd, however…]

[Pause!]

[S] “Wh- Him? What about him? He’s blue!”

[CQ, quietly] “Eeeeeeeeeeee~”.

[CK] “Ugh. And there she goes, right after a blue. I swear, you brainwashed her - who wants a dragon from the scholar and magic clan?”

[CQ] “A smart dragoness surrounds herself with studs that can offer different things, dear! A silver comes from the smithery and warlord clan, so there’s your loyal brawn. You need brains and magic to cover your rear!”

[CK, teasing] “I’ll cover YOUR rear-”.

[You try and drown your parent’s flirting out and beckon to your newly acquired beau]

[S] “Huh? You want me to take a look, too?”

[Pause?]

[S] “As you wish, my Princess...”

[With that, the two of you head over to the blue that doesn’t seem to realize he’s staring]

[SFX: Fade out on ballroom music/dancing and any other dragon ambiance desired]

[To be continued]

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Note: The Orc’s name is Bill. He don’t bother no one :3