The Drake Princess By, Miss Melody Sif ________________ There once was a kingdom, ruled by a family of dragons. There was Tyssil, the queen, and her three daughters, in order from oldest to youngest, Ethoryl, Fririth, and Virilian. They all lived in their own rooms, specifically sized for the large dragons. The palace was designed to house creatures of all sizes, from the hulking drakes, to Anthro dragonkin, and minute kobolds. They worked in a hierarchy, the Dragons were royalty, the dragonkin, guards and upper to middle-class civilians, and kobolds as the working class. The kingdom lived in isolated peace with other civilizations, but were frequently misunderstood and feared. They were deep within a series of mountains and it was highly rare to see any other races in the city, who were treated like celebrities, and usually got to meet the royalty. The kingdom thrived, and it was good. Virilian stared through the ornate, glass window, taking in the view of the sprawling mountains outside. She desperately wished to explore the world, meet other civilizations, and not sit in her castle and listen to nobles suck up to her all day. She loved her family and kingdom, but it was all too gray to her. What she truly wished for was someone to come and whisk her away, like a handsome prince, or a beautiful princess. She imagined herself in flight over and through the highest peaks and the lowest canyons. “Princess Virilian, are you ready for the council meeting?” Vassi, her chambermaid and personal servant asked. “Do I really need to go? I dread the council, all of it.” replied Virilian in a dead voice. “Your excellency, you must come. It’s important to the queen, your mother, and the kingdom. You and your sisters are divine heirs to the throne! Not going could ruin your chance to become the queen!” The princess turned away from the window, getting a view of her servant. “I don’t want to be queen, Vassi. I want to do something else with my life.” Vassi’s face filled with disappointment and she looked angry. “Do you know how much of a privilege it is to be a princess, even having a shred of the royal bloodline!?” Virilian shrunk down, she hated getting yelled at. “I know I’m lucky, but I didn’t ask for this.” Vassi, knowing how the princess felt, but trying to do her job replied, “Look, I know how you feel, your highness, but can you please just go to the council.” Knowing she would be forced to go either way, Virilian finally agreed. The drake princess sat there on her throne beside her mother. The queen was white-scaled, carried two symmetrical ivory horns upon her head, and saw with her fierce pink, pearly eyes. Her offspring were mostly the same; Virilian’s two sisters tried their hardest to look just like their mother. They wore matching clothing, similar jewelry, and they even tried to copy the queen’s vocal mannerisms, body language, and speech. Virilian lacked interest in doing so and she preferred to look out of place, which was ironic, because now, she wanted to fit in more than anything for the sole reason of getting through the meeting. She just wished it would be over soon, but it never was. She could recall the sessions of the past. Long and grueling they were. The dragoness daydreamed about what she could be doing instead: exploring the world, being able to fly. She was never taught how to fly, but she knew she could figure it out with some practice eventually, but she has been prevented from learning since childhood. Apparently the royals think flying is somewhat un-civil. Like it was something the barbaric dragons of the wild do. Virilian wanted to argue how useful it would be, but she would be brushed off at her young, “impressionable,” age. She was an adult, damnit! She sulked down, defeated, resting on the long, skinny throne, designed for a drake to lie upon. A long hour of boredom passed and Virilian had trouble keeping her head up. She jerked back up time after time when she noticed she was sinking too far. This went on for what seemed like forever. Unfortunately, the dragoness noticed a pressing need other than sleep. Her bladder presented itself with an unexpected jolt of pressure, but it was very weak, easily held back by the most incontinent. But it would soon grow in power, especially so when she realized she hadn’t relieved herself today. She was starting to become concerned, as leaving the council meeting for any reason would be considered very rude and paint a bad image on a princess. She would be scolded no doubt. She would have at least a couple more hours before she could get a break. Thankfully, there was one plus side to her new problem, she was definitely awake now. 20 minutes passed and her bladder only ached slightly more, giving her confidence, she would probably be able to do this. However, as her mind rose with positivity, her and the other royalty were offered signature Draconian Wine (A delicacy of the land) by the council as a gift. As not to be rude, Virilian had no choice but to partake in the offering. The serving filled a huge chalice that was extremely large, even for a dragon, and took her many dozens of sips to finally finish it. 30 minutes of focus on watching her bladder passed and she was definitely feeling the need to go now. One characteristic of Draconian Wine was how fast it went through you. Her mind was filled with hopes of relief. That she would have a chance to leave and enter her private quarters to release, her urethra spraying out a fountain of urine, filling her toiletry to the brim. It would feel just as good to release now, on her chaise-like throne, staining the intricately designed white velvet of the seat golden yellow, creating a pool of urine in the fabric, and eventually overflowing and dripping to the floor. Trapped in her heavenly thoughts, she was brought back when she realized she almost let go for real. She jerked, her urethral muscles tightening and holding back the flow. She sighed as her worry was brought back to a manageable level, but she still had much more to worry about. The pressure building in her bladder was beginning to be too much and she was starting to cross and shake her back legs to ease off the pressure. A long, grueling 20 minutes passed by and the dragoness was becoming very desperate now. If no one noticed before, they would definitely be able to tell the princess was desperate now. Her front claws covered her groin, tugging and pulling on her beautiful white dress. She groaned from the pain in her bladder by the minute. Virilian’s strange mannerisms began to draw attention from the council and some began to stare at the trembling and groaning dragoness, whose face deepened red in embarrassment. After a few minutes of mental and physical torment, the queen finally took notice of why her guests were losing her attention. Tyssil grimaced at her daughter, “Virilian, my youngest daughter, what troubles you enough to deprive the attention of my people?!” Virilian’s body scrunched up and she covered her eyes in embarrassment, trying to find the words to say. She uncovered her makeshift veil and opened her maw to speak in a shakily tone, “M-Mother, may we speak in private?” The queen sighed, her face darkened with disappointment, her eyes piercing with anger. “Fine, may the court excuse us two for a moment?” The council members nodded together and one spoke for the group. “Yes, your excellency.” The queen whispered angrily to her daughter, “This matter had better be worthwhile.” The two dragonesses stood from their throne, the queen, elegant and sleek, Virilian, not-so-much. She stood up painfully slow, as to not empty herself right there. The pressure almost doubled in a standing position, and the dragoness squatted, crossing her back legs, to stop the impending release. She limped after her mother, as the council and her sisters watched in silence. Tyssil made it to the exit behind the thrones and turned to see her daughter limping, not even halfway there. Her face went immediately from disappointment to concern. Could her daughter be sick or injured? Tyssil briskly padded to her daughter and helped her to move, guiding her to the door. Two guards helped the two inside and closed the huge doors and resumed their position on either side. As soon as the two were clear, Tyssil opened with her concern, “My dear, are you well?” Viridian groaned and laid down in the most pressure-relieving way possible. She was within minutes of letting go. “I’m sorry mother, I just really need to go.” The dragoness said, face filled with strain and embarrassment. Fully unaware, the queen responded, “Go where, my dear?” Virilian sighed and groaned from the reaction of her oblivious mother. “I need to go to the privy, I can’t hold it in much longer.” Tyssil’s face went red in embarrassment also. How could she have not realized what was happening before her very eyes. She looked around and found a guard not that far. She approached the armored knight and pointed with her claw. “You!” The guard looked to the queen, surprised. He was terrified, he had never been this close to one of the dragons, let alone spoken to by the queen. He thought of what he was trained to do and knelt down, bowing to the drake. “Yes, my queen.” “Get me a chamberpot, immediately!” He was taken aback from the request, unsure if he heard correctly. “Excuse my ears, my queen. Could you repeat that?” The queen angrily repeated, “A chamberpot, the kind you use in a privy. What don’t you understand?” The guard, now knowing what he had heard rung true, replied, “Yes, I’ll fetch one immediately.” He turned away and hurriedly shuffled down the hallway to search. Tyssil joined her daughter once again, who was on the floor, writhing and trembling from the pain in her bladder. The queen sat down and stroked her daughters head, “It’ll be okay, he should be back any minute now.” Virilian groaned, closing her eyes and holding back the immense pressure. “I don’t think I have that much time, mother. Will you be disappointed if I go in my dress?” Tyssil’s motherly instincts wanted to take over, but she knew they would have enough time. “Not at all, but I think you can hold on much longer. Remember what I taught you, never give up, even when the odds are stacked against you.” The mother took hold and massaged her daughter’s tense front claws, showing her care for the situation. “Don’t you worry Virilian, you can do this just fine.” Virilian was brought some comfort, but maybe a little too much, as she felt some liquid slip past her defenses. She whimpered and went into panic, bolstering her urethra with massive strain. Thankfully, only a little bit of urine escaped, causing very mild damage to the dragoness’s panties. Tyssil voiced words of encouragement, “C’mon, dear, only a little longer.” Only a minute passed, but every second felt like hours to Virilian. Tyssil looked down the hall to see the same guard carrying a large piece of pottery. It was likely never used before in the way it would be used now and was probably a very valuable piece, but the queen didn’t seem to care. He set it down in front of the two, Virilian whimpering throughout the whole process. “Your-- uh, privy is here my queen!” The guard said. “Help me lift her up, would you kindly?” Said Tyssil. The guard briskly made it to the opposite side of Virilian, and they both helped lift the dragoness to her feet. She cried from her bladder pains and her eyes widened when she felt leakage present itself once again. However, this time, the stream was strong enough to dampen her panties and droplets of urine cascaded onto the floor. Her eyes widened and she noticed the toilet in front of her. She took her matters into her own claws and quickly got into position, her mother and the guard being pushed away from her sudden swiftness. She squatted over the pot without hesitation. *Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss* A violent torrent of dragon urine shot out through her panties and landed inside the pot. She moaned in ecstasy, as if she were having an orgasm. Her mother cringed at the thoughts it brought to her mind, but she was happy she could help her out. The guard watched in disbelief of the situation, was he really watching a beautiful princess hose down her panties? The queen smiled, imagining what it must feel like after holding it in for that long. Virilian closed her eyes, pleasure overtaking her, but she soon realized she was going in her panties. She panicked, feeling the wetness spread to her rump, nearing her dress. Tyssil noticed this too, and quickly sprung into action to save her daughter’s dress. She lifted up the dress, revealing her daughter’s rump. The voluptuous scaly cheeks were soon soaked with dragon piss. The queen looked to the guard. “Don’t just stand there! Help her get those off.” The guard stood there for a second, processing the information, he finally spoke up, “Yes, my queen.” He quickly complied and approached the dragoness’s rear, lifting her smooth tail up over his head. He was now inches from the princess’s rear. The sight was playing with his mind, the urine grossed him out, but the feral dragon butt aroused him so. He quickly found the courage to reach out and grab hold of the top edge of the princess’s soaked panties and he proceeded to pull them down. *Splash* The guard was splashed with dragon piss. He jumped back to prevent from being soaked. Yellow droplets of urine littered the plates of his armor. “What are you doing?! Keep pulling!” The queen ordered. He obeyed and pulled them down as fast as possible, sliding them down to the dragon’s ankles. Finally done with his assignment he backed away to watch the dragon finish. *Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss* Minutes passed until Virilian’s stream finally subsided. Her pussy dripped with excess urine from the wet ordeal. *Clink* *Drip* *Drop* The improvised chamber pot was three-fourths filled and Virilian sighed and moaned, standing back up into a neutral position. “Gods, I should have just gone this morning, then this would have never happened.” “Please do, I don’t want to have to do this again.” Her mother commented. The princess stepped out of her ruined panties and examined the damage. “Oh my, did I really go that much?” Her face turned red and she covered her muzzle. “You may go to your quarters Virilian, you’re gonna need some rest after pulling that off.” “Thank you mother.” The princess turned and made her way across the palace to her quarters. She was impressed with herself, being able to hold that much in. Now that she thought about it though, it was kind of fun, seeing how long she could hold it, and pissing gallon after gallon of urine. Maybe she could practice this instead, she could strengthen the capacity of her bladder and maybe hold it in for a whole 24 hours. Finally, the princess was excited about something to do. The guard started to walk away to get help with the cleanup when he was spoken to. “Not yet.” The guard stopped, closing his eyes and turning around, opening them up to the sight of the attractively-built queen. “Yes, my queen?” The queen smirked and turned around, showing off her shapely posterior. Her panties were already down to her knees and tail lifted so the guard had full view of the queen’s tail hole and pussy. She turned her head and winked at him. “The queen still needs to pee.” She squatted over the pot and let the contents of her bladder flow. *Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss* The stream began as a slow trickle, but sped up over time. The queen’s urine was more discolored than her daughter’s. Her relief only lasted a minute, but she managed to fill up the rest of the improvised chamberpot. Tyssil let a few droplets of her urine drip into her panties, staining them slightly. She then let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving them for the guard as a souvenir. She turned around and began padding to the throne room. She turned to the clearly puzzled and aroused guard. “You tell a soul, I’ll make sure you regret it!” He gulped and fearfully responded. “Don’t worry queen, your secret’s safe with me.” The End