Marilla sighed in exasperation, rubbing her temple with a pair of clawed fingers. The magenta dragoness’ adult life had been spent in boardrooms and sitting behind a desk, and she liked it. It hadn’t done her figure any good, but she felt she was more than able to pull off staying sexy despite her substantial weight and the notches in her headboard were proof of that. She was the manager of her particular district and was well on the way to becoming a board member for the company overall. She had gone out of her way to choose her career over a family due to her distaste for children, preferring cutthroat business over mollycoddling what she considered financial parasites. And despite all of this, she STILL somehow wound up as a babysitter for some snot nosed brat. If it weren’t for this deadline suddenly being shifted up and dropped in her lap she wouldn’t even have known of this child’s existence. However, the chubby little yellow lamb that was currently making a mess of her wastebasket belonged to one of her best technicians, and he had to work overtime for the rest of the week to make sure everything was up to snuff in time for the deadline. And since the project had been on such short notice, he couldn’t get a babysitter in time and had to bring the little parasite to work and since he worked with some of the company’s highest security servers, SHE ended up having to look after the brat while they both worked late. Not that she had anything to do...she had already finished her tasks for the next day and a half and was just waiting for the techs to head home for the night so she could go home and enjoy some wine and a wank before bed only to be forced to do this again tomorrow. She could get ahead on more paperwork but she had to give herself something to do for tomorrow otherwise she might just be forced to interact with the little runt more than leading him to the bathroom every hour. She was glad the kid was out of diapers at least, although according to the child’s father that was only a very recent development despite being almost 4 years old, meaning she had to keep a near constant eye on the kid to be sure he didn’t wet himself on her office carpet. Twirling a claw through her violet hair, she leaned back in her office chair, making it groan under her weight as she put her feet up on the desk, pinning down a stack of papers the toddler was about to drag off the table. “Luke...what did I say about the papers on the desk?” Her voice strained with barely contained irritation. The yellow coated lamb would look up at her from over the desk with a worried bleat. He recognized the tone of her voice as the ill omen that it was, having already been subjected to her temper once this week. She hadn’t hurt him, but the last time he had heard it was right before he had snuck her cellphone off her desk to see if it could fit into the slot in the funny confetti maker she had over the garbage can yesterday. As it turned out, it did fit, breaking both the phone and the paper shredder in the process. It took his father over an hour to console him after she finished screaming so he wasn’t about to push his luck again anytime soon. “Sowwy Ms. Vaniwwa” He’d sniffle as he spoke, adjusting his almost oversized glasses so he could see her better. He had yet to get her name down yet, his young mind defaulting her name to ‘Vanilla’ which only confused him as she wasn’t nearly as sweet as the ice cream he thought she was named after. He wished she was though, as he had almost thought she was a queen from one of the fairy stories his Papa told him before bedtime when he first met her. It didn’t seem right that she was so pretty but also so mean. “It really isn’t right, is it?” Luke would turn as he heard a familiar voice speak up. Sitting on the edge of the desk was a seemingly young white bear cub with tousled pink hair, kicking his legs in a carefree manner as he looked down at Luke, the feathered wings at his back stretching a bit . Marilla didn’t seem to notice him but Luke had gotten used to that. Most adults didn’t seem to notice Pucket. He was tempted to tell Pucket off for sitting on her desk, especially considering how even Luke’s Papa disliked him sitting anywhere while as naked as Pucket was but Pucket seemed to get away with anything. Luke’s Papa called Pucket an ‘imaginary friend’ but Luke wasn’t sure what that meant. All he knew was that Pucket could do things he never thought were possible. “Such a waste too...she’s so pretty and plush that she puts even my fuzzy buns to shame.” Luke would blush as Pucket wiggled his butt in the air, covering his mouth and giggling a bit as the winged bear would stand up on the table. “A beautiful lady needs to be making beautiful happy babies, not sitting on her big soft butt all day making mean faces at people.” Pucket would put on his grumpiest pout, puffing his cheeks out and stomping off the table and into the open air as if it had been solid ground in his best (and frankly comedic) interpretation of a mad person. The white bear would fly daintily up and would circle Marilla’s head, scratching at his chin. “No, no, no..this just won’t do! She could be such a good mommy if she just gave it a shot. It’d make her less grumpy that’s for sure. I followed her home last night and do you know what I found? She takes pills to keep from getting pregnant! I switched them with some candy while she wasn’t looking but she should have been a mommy a dozen times over by now if it weren’t for those stupid things!” Pucket was sounding more and more frustrated which usually heralded one of those impossible things his Papa never believed when he’d tell the story back to him. “What aw you gonna do, Pucket?” Luke would look up to the bear, walking around the desk curiously. Marilla would quirk a brow as she looked down at the tubby little lamb, a snarl curling across her lips. “Pucket? What brought this on? Can’t even manage to get ‘Vanilla’ right anymore?” She openly mocked the child’s innocent ignorance as she sat up, the chair letting out another strained creak. Luke would clasp his little hands over his mouth as he realized she thought he was talking to her, immediately backpedaling to avoid her wrath. “No, Ms. Vaniwwa. I’m sowwy Ms. Vaniwwa. I was jus’ talking to Pucket. He was talking about you.” Her brows would furrow as she peered down at the lamb with a suspicious glint in her eyes. “What kinds of things was he saying?” Her words came out as a hiss that only served to frighten the lamb more. The bear cub, fed up, would flit out in front of the dragoness face before flicking her snout with a tiny sparkling paw. “I said pretty ladies need to be making babies, not scaring poor little children, you big meanie!” His cheeks puffed up again as he crossed his arms this time no longer imitating anger and doing his best (and failing) to be intimidating Marilla would receive the shock of her life as not only did this tiny flying child appear directly in front of her, but had the audacity to flick her snout and dare tell her how she should be using her body. “What the fuck!?!” She’d reel backwards in her chair, the sudden shift finally ending the furniture’s suffering and snapping the main support beneath her, sending her crashing to the floor and tearing her tight pencil skirt up the side as she tried and failed to break her fall. Pucket and Luke would giggle as she awkwardly rolled out of the remains of her chair, one of her plump thighs slipping from the torn skirt and showing off a strap of her lacy black garter belt. It’d take a moment for her to right herself, still sprawled out on the floor and propping herself up on her hands, staring up at the naked winged cub. “I..wuh..who..what? Who the fuck are you!?” She hadn’t noticed yet, but the fall had also caused several abused buttons on her blouse to pop, exposing her bra underneath, the blouse barely containing her massive breasts now that it had been compromised. Pucket would puff out his chest as he floated down in front of her like the chubby little faerie he was. “My name is Pucket! I’m Luke-Luke’s best friend and you went and made him cry yesterday! That wasn’t very nice! Being mean isn’t fun for anybody. You need to be happy and I know just the thing to make you the happiest nicest lady around! We’re all gonna play a game!” Luke would brighten up at the mention of a game clapping his pudgy little fingers together with a giggle. “Oh! Oh! Can we play something with knights! I always wanted to be a knight like in Papa’s stories.” Pucket did a little flip in the air as he pointed down to Luke with a smile. “That’s a great idea Luke-Luke! You can be the knight coming back from his quest of slaying the mean old monster who has been terrorizing the Queen’s..” He’d turn and point to Marilla who was still staring in confusion. “...kingdom. Queen Marilla, that’s you, is so grateful that she is going to reward the knight by making him her King!” That finally snapped her out of her confusion as the strange cub mentioned her rewarding the little brat who somehow brought all of this chaos into her perfectly planned and ordered life. “Like hell I am! I don’t know what you are but I sure as fuck won’t be playing along with your stupid little game.” Luke would start to tear up as the dragoness raised her voice again, his knees quaking in fear Pucket flew up to her again. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have lots of fun playing. You’re going to love being his Queen and ensuring your kingdom has plenty of heirs to the throne.” “Heirs!?!” She barely had enough time to get out the word before the flying cub’s sparkling paw lightly tapped her on the snout. She felt a surge of heat flow from where he bopped her nose, the rush sending her senses into a haze. She felt her jaw go slack as all tension left her body at once. She almost felt drunk save for the fact that her sense of balance seemed fine. Her gaze would turn from the flying cub to the young lamb who winced as she looked at him, as if ready for a wave of expletives to bombard him once again. Instead she found herself pushing herself into a lounging position before smiling softly to the young lamb. “Oh dear Sir Luke, thank you so much for everything you’ve done for my kingdom~” She was confused but her bedroom eyes and sultry voice didn’t show it in the slightest. What was going on? The waves of warmth made it hard to concentrate and she found herself short of breath, her enormous chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She wanted to scream and throw the little parasites out but nothing came out but a breathy reptilian purr as she traced a claw over the curve of her breast. Luke was a little shocked to say the least but this wasn’t the first time Pucket had made an adult play with him. Still, this time seemed a little...different. Pucket seemed to notice Luke’s hesitation as he floated over, giving him a light boop on the nose with a sparkling paw. Pucket had made sure Luke only got a small dose of his magic, just enough to be a push in the right direction, whereas Marilla had gotten hit with his full power. “Well, ‘Sir Luke’...greet your queen!” Gulping nervously, Luke would step toward the lounging dragoness, feeling a rush of warmth himself. “M-my Queen, I have slayeded the feawsome...uhhhh, Nattergob! I trusted my sword into its butt and stopped its weign of tewwor foreber!” He could feel the warmth gather at his groin, creating a light tickling sensation in his ’no-no’s as his Papa called them. She really was incredibly pretty and something about the way she was lounging on the floor made his heart race. His eyes were having trouble resting on just one part of her. Her bright green eyes? Her pursed lips? Her heaving chest? Her plush thigh? The lingerie that was even more exposed in this position? The growing bulge in her skirt that seemed to push her torn skirt aside with every second he stared at her? It was almost too much for his tiny heart to handle and he only understood the tiniest fraction of why he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Marilla pressed her fingers lightly at the base of her throat, feigning shame and humility as she looked away from the little lamb. “Brave hero, you have done more than you can know for me and my people but the Nattergob’s terrible reign has decimated the kingdom’s resources~” Something in her mind snapped to attention as she realized where her runaway body was taking this game. She pushed against the force that kept her from speaking her mind and taking control of the situation before another wave of heat pulsed through her, making her sweat profusely, her scales glistening with moisture as her urge to fight back was subdued once more. Panting she slid her claw down her neck to her chest, pulling aside part of her blouse to expose more of her ample breasts to the open air. “I have nothing to reward you with save for my kingdom...and me~” She’d find herself blushing like a schoolgirl against her will as she brought her hand to her lips bashfully as the other slid down her thigh to pull the skirt aside fully, exposing her enormous engorged member, straining against her custom made panties that hugged her testicles. Each ball was almost as big as Luke and they’d twitch as she caressed their underside. Luke felt the heat building in his groin, an odd sensation building as he looked down for a moment to see that his tiny penis had stiffened against his underwear as well. The warming sensation that flowed through him seemed to tell him that this was normal for the situation he was in and gulped a bit once more as his own breathing started to become labored. “Bootiful Queen Vaniwwa, I gwaciouswee accepts your reward. Our kingdom will pwosper with my stwegnth combined wit your booty.” He heard a barely contained snicker from Pucket as he spoke but wasn’t quite sure what was so funny. He thought it was rather profound...or he would if he knew what ‘profound’ meant. She found herself unable to fight whatever had a hold over her, and she felt something twinge deep inside her as she listened to the little lamb struggle to speak. Every lisp and stumble seemed to tug at her heart and for a moment she was confused before she felt her thigh grow slicked with more than just sweat. A horrible truth dawned on her as she found herself absentmindedly licking her lips as her heart raced and jumped a little bit every time he stumbled over a word. ‘Oh god, why is this so hot?! I can’t seriously be into this?! Oh god, but his little dick is so cute…and that little lisp he has. What did that little bear do to me?’ She found herself turning onto her stomach, hitching up her town skirt and lifting her tail as she glanced back at the little lamb with a seductive smirk. “Then take your prize, my King. Use me and grant our kingdom many heirs. I am yours~” Her chest would tighten as she spoke those words, feeling her mouth water in lustful anticipation, her eyes practically glowed with delight as the little lamb approached her. Pucket would float up beside Luke with a giggle as Marilla presented herself to them, giving him a slight nudge from behind to urge him forward. “Go on, Sir Luke-Luke. You just need to stick your little pee pee into her no-no hole.” Much to Luke’s surprise and embarrassment, he’d find that Pucket had taken this opportunity to pants him. Still he couldn’t find it in him to chide the flying cub, nor complain. This all felt...right, even if he was turning orange with how his blush was showing through his light yellow wool. His tiny penis was stiff in the open air of the enclosed office, twitching slightly as he caught a whiff of the dragoness’ arousal, the scent calling him forward. As he approached, angel would take it upon himself to slide Marilla’s silken black panties down her thighs, the dragoness almost paralyzed in her state of need. A large patch had darkened with moisture, her pussy dripping and radiating heat as it was exposed to the cubs, a puddle of arousal pooling on her massive balls and running down their sides. “Yes, my king!~ Plug my soft no-no hole with your little wee-wee. I want to feel your cute little pee-pee inside my flower~” She’d pant out the words, the warmth now a burning that threatened to break her mind as she finally gave into the magic. Reaching between her legs she’d spread her cunt open with two slender claws, a third lightly stroking at her clit, making her thighs shiver in need. Luke would step forward, stepping up onto her calves, his weight barely registering to the enormous dragoness laid before him. He marveled at her quivering nethers, almost afraid to touch her for fear of burning his fingers from how much heat she seemed to be putting off in her lust. Resting a pudgy little hand on her plump round ass, he’d test her flesh with a light squeeze, making her let out a soft yelp of pleasure as his little hand made it more akin to a pinch than a squeeze. His touch was rewarded with a substantial dribble of arousal flowing from her sex, her dick throbbing against her stomach now having slipped its moors and leaking pre-cum onto the floor. “Aw you awight, my Queen?” Her yelp had caught him off guard, the cub almost thinking he hurt her with the noise she made. Marilla, however, was far from hurt as his baby-talk caused a shiver to run up her spine. “Oh god’s, yes. Please, my king...make whoopee with your Queen. Please, I need to feel your little weenie inside me~” Her tone shifted as she began to literally beg him to fuck her senseless. She no longer cared what she was saying or how humiliating this was. All she knew was that she NEEDED him and NOW! She didn’t have long to wait as she lowered herself to the floor a bit more to allow Luke easier access. Leaning forward Luke would grind his tiny prick against the folds of her dripping pussy, sending a shock of pleasure through her system and his own. It was like nothing he had ever felt before as he ground up and down the length of her cunt with his dick, only a little bigger than a chess piece but still sending shocks of ecstasy through the dragoness’ ample frame. He could never quite penetrate but what he lacked in size he seemed to make up for in precision as his tip would glide along her pussy lips and tickle at her clit. “”Fuck! Fuck yes! You are wonderful my King!” Her claws would dig into the carpet of her office as she panted in pure pleasure, each breath briefly turning to fog as her body raged with the heat of lust. She lightly rolled her hips against his own urging him to thrust harder and push deeper if he could. She had no idea if it was her own lust or the young lamb’s own natural skill but in all of her one night stands she had never felt like this before. All of those strapping young men with their thick meaty dicks had only ever scratched the surface for her. This is what she had been missing. A true stud, even one so young, was opening her eyes. There was nothing better and she NEEDED his children. “Please, my lord! My studly king! Fill my baby maker with your love juices. Make me yours! I want to have your children for you!” Something about the way she begged filled the lamb’s tiny body with energy as he wrapped his arms around her plump round ass and began bucking his hips in earnest. His nostrils filled with the scent of her arousal and sweat, sending him into a lust drunk stupor as he buried his face against the base of her tail, almost smothering himself in her flesh as he began to pound her cunt, his belly and hips slapping at her nethers with every thrust. He didn’t reach very far but it was more than enough to bury his dick into the most sensitive parts of her pussy, as his hips and thighs became soaked with her juices. No longer able to contain himself any longer, Pucket, who had been stroking himself off above the two, would flutter down to land in front of the dragoness. “Heheh, don’t forget the King’s magic companion! He gets a reward too!” He’d tug at his little prick for a moment before pushing it between her panting lips. Marilla eagerly wrapped her lips around his cock in her lust crazed state, using her long serpentine tongue to jack off his tiny prick into her maw as her lips gripped tightly at his base, sometimes slithering the slick appendage down and around the flying bear’s sizeable balls. The little bear would let out a soft moan as she expertly worked his little cock, bucking his own hips to get the most out of her mouth. A shiver of pleasure began to build more and more inside the little lamb who now so fervently pounded at his Queen’s cunt. His body would tense up as a new sensation shot through his body, his balls throbbing before a burst of pleasure was rushing through him as he reached climax. Wave over wave would wash over him as his tiny balls suddenly emptied themselves into the dragoness’ eager and waiting pussy. The sheer amount of thick white cum would surprise Marilla, her eyes going wide as the potent load was larger than some of the full grown men she had taken to her bed. She knew herself for the fool she had been now as she felt his seed washing through her body and filling her womb. She would not bother to take a pregnancy test later. She knew for a fact that his load had hit its mark and the thought of bearing his children alone would push her over the edge, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she gushed in orgasm, squirting and coating the lambs lower half in her juices. With a free hand she’d stroke her own enormous shaft, sending a flood of cum across the carpet as he balls sensed up and blasted her own seed against her stomach and chest, soaking her blouse in her own cum. Her orgasm would cause her to inhale sharply, dragging Pucket’s dick deeper into her maw and making him shudder in surprise and pleasure as his own balls unloaded onto her tongue as she milked him dry with the sudden amount of suction she applied to him. As the pleasure slowly waned and the three were left as panting messes on the floor, the dragoness would turn onto her back, resting a claw on her stomach as she panted heavily in the afterglow, letting the lamb rest on her thigh as the bear cub fell onto her breasts and laid there among her cum. She barely had time to process what had just happened when her office phone began to ring. Careful not to disturb the cubs she’d reach up and grab the phone on the desk, gulping down the remains of the bear’s thick hot seed before doing her best to not seem out of breath. “H-hello?” “Hello, Ms. Marilla?” It was Luke’s father on the line. “I just wanted to let you know that this is gonna take longer than we thought. We’re gonna need to stay overnight to make sure the new hardware doesn’t fry the system on the next update. I already cleared it with security so you can head home but can I ask you to take Luke with you? Its really late and it's not fair to him to be cooped up in an office all day. I know this is an inconvenience but-” He’d be cut off as Marilla piped up. “Don’t worry about it, I can take care of Luke just fine, we’ve been playing a little game to pass the time. You get the project done on time, and I’ll keep him for the night. I think he’s growing a bit attached to me actually…” She’d look down at the panting lamb before continuing. “...well, I’d be wrong to say I’m not becoming a little attached myself.” “Oh thank you, Ms Marilla. After yesterday I thought…” “Oh hush...yesterday was just a misunderstanding. Focus on the work. I’ll bring him by tomorrow.” “Yes ma’am, thank you again.” The line would cut off as Luke’s father hung up his end of the line. Looking down at the two cubs she’d let out a soft sigh as she stroked her stomach. She was more than pleased...but..not quite satisfied. She felt her belly could be more full. There were still many eggs within her had yet to be fertilized, and her newly developing mother’s intuition told her that she would need much more. “Hrmmm...well it looks like you two are coming home with me tonight…” Pucket would lazily lift himself into the air as he patted the lamb with a sparkling hand again, giving him some energy back. Blinking through the afterglow, the little lamb would smile up at the dragoness. “Does dat mean we can keep pwaying?” Licking her lips as his words made her pussy begin to drip once again, she’d shudder at the thought, tickling the lamb under his chin. “We’re going to play all night long...at least until your little friend can’t keep us going anymore.” She’d glance to the little bear who seemed to be grinning from ear to ear now. “That’s the spirit!” It did not take long once they had reached her apartment for things to devolve once again. Her birth control pills in the garbage (despite being switched out with candy), the little bear would keep them going for hours into the night, her womb dripping with her studly lamb’s seed as well as the bear’s once or twice. She lost count of how many times they had blown their loads in her after the 25th time that night. She could tell that the virile little lamb’s seed had done its job and more. It would not be long before she’d need to take maternity leave and she was certain that every single load meant another child. A few weeks later she had finished laying the last of the eggs from that night, looking at a full clutch of 38 eggs. Could she still get that board position taking care of so many children? She didn’t care. It was worth it to bear the children of this little stud.