In a kingdom far away, there lived a dragon. However, this story is not just like any other story with a dragon, for the dragon in this story was a kind and benevolent ruler. It lived in a grand palace at the north side of the city, away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Not to say exciting things didn't happen. This story is about one of those exciting things.
A messenger from a kingdom to the west arrived, bearing in his satchel a letter. Worn down by the long travel, the dirty brown bag had seen more than its fair share of inclement weather, as had the messenger himself. The town and palace was a welcome sight. Bearing gifts is no easy task, especially given the nature of the gift: A dozen white horses, to be delivered directly to the dragoness herself. Thankfully, travelling with a small party of adventurers made the going much easier, and his arrival occurs while the sun is still high in the sky. Though admittedly, his arrival is on the fourteenth day.
The announcement of his coming is sent by guard to the innermost chambers of the palace, and to the ruler herself. Rising from the throne in her chamber, the behemoth of a girl marches her way towards the court with grace and power in her stride, aided by a shapely pair of thighs and calves. Each clawed toe clicks on tile as she walks, heralding her approach. The sunlight reveals much more than the shining eyes that can be seen while she's walking through the shade, making the deliveryman stand up straight.
The dragoness is a thing of beauty the messenger did not expect to see. Humanoid proportions and a matching frame make her easy on the eyes, the red-scaled creature standing over thirteen feet tall and easily double his own height. Slit-irised eyes peer down from behind a snout, which reveals itself to have numerous sharp teeth when she gets around to speaking, each of them a flawless white in hue. Her nostrils, large by merit of the pure size of her body, twitch faintly as she steps into the open, widening again as she sniffs the breeze.
Her shoulders are covered by a luxurious purple velvet robe, which flows down her front and around a generous bust. Fate was quite kind to deliver curves to the dragon woman, the swells lifting her clothing. Her arms are thick, full of strength, and each of her fingers ends in a short, faintly curved claw in place of a fingernail. With the sight of her her arms, the imagination of the messenger generates a toned stomach for the regal beauty. Her hips are clearly wide, her legs a fair distance apart, the red of her scales occasionally glimpsed through slits in the tyrian fabric as she walks. One stays out as she comes to a standstill, offering a longer look at the long, toned muscles and the simple sandals on her otherwise bare feet.
The eyes behind the snout focus on the herald first, waiting. They drift back to her own face, the dragoness going cross-eyed as her nose fidgets back and forth. She smells something peculiar and out of the ordinary in the air. She recognizes the scent, but the recollection of what it is doesn't come as quickly. "Ah... pleased to make your acquaintance, your highness." Her eyes return to the letter-bearer, who now himself fidgets in the process of opening the seal. The dragoness's mouth cracks open into a light grin, amused by the nervous errand-runner. "Pleased to make yours. You have news for me?" Her nostrils widen, and she's for some reason more conscious of the air flowing across them.
"Uh-um... The Duke of the land of Aldera sends his regards, and um..." The disarming smile of the beautiful woman places stutters into his speech. It's unprofessional to be so caught off guard by the shape of who he's delivering to. The sound of the dragoness sniffing twice fills the air, making it harder to focus. "Thanks you in earnest for sending troops to aid him against the oncoming northern invasion. Our hamlets would not have endured without your timely support, and..."
The messenger seems to drone on and on from the dragon's perspective. It's nice to be thanked by pretty words, but there's business to be attended to. She also has a more pressing distraction: her nose is behaving quite strangely. She shifts it back and forth, the oddly sensitive sensations refusing to subside. Another sniffle gives her no ease.
Her nostrils twitch, widening. Maybe it's the dust of the long trail on this person in front of her, or some foreign wildflower giving her snout a case of curiosity. That, or a bad reaction to the same... The words of the letter reach her ears, yet they're all but ignored. Her eyes drift from the reader to the end of her snout, which she scrunches up. Her nostrils are... starting to tickle.
Not much, but enough to know what's coming if she can't resist it. A little tingle buried somewhere in her snout... and then another, making it more than twice as hard to resist. She tries to be quiet about the breath she's forced to take. "A..aaah..." She sniffs, offering momentarily relief before the tickles return full-force. "AAAhh..."
Keeping her composure fully is impossible. Her head faintly bobs with another breath. She focuses her eyes on the herald, trying to listen to his words and forget about what she feels in the snout she's looking past to see him. "Aah... AAahhhhhh-hhh..." "For all of these contributions, we together as a country would like to present you with this gift."
A waving motion from the herald summons a thundering noise from around the corner. Two by two, twelve massive, white horses gallop into view, stopping in a line in front of the dragoness. A look of shock arrives on her face briefly, the red-scaled regal creature no longer sure what to do. This is the worst gift anyone could possibly give to her...
The messenger starts up again. "Please accept this gift of twelve white thoroughbred horses. Their purity is rivalled only by your own generosity. From..." On and on... The dragoness shuts her eyes for a moment, trying to catch a breath, but inhales much too sharply and loudly and rears her head back. "AAAHHAAHhh..." No... no...!
She lowers it back down, trying to listen to the end of the announcement. It would be far too rude to turn around and step away now. "AAAHH..." Twelve horses... Her nostrils twitch and flare. She can smell them all too well, and nearly feel the equine hairs mixed in with the cloud of dust that rises to her snout, lifted by their thunderous arrival. Six stallions and six mares stand in front of one dragoness... with a horse allergy.
Normally, it wouldn't be such a problem. A few horses here and there only ever gave her a little warning itch. Horses in a field she can stay away from. Horses downwind she can stay upwind of. Dealing with her kingdom allows her to go where she pleases, or politely walk away. In this case, there aren't any avenues for escape. She finds herself staring at the equines for a few moments before her breath loudly hitches. "AHH..."
"AAAHH..." Her head lifts high, trying to escape the debris and allergen, but the effects are already in place. Her nostrils flare, seeking fresh air, but the tickling in her nose digs farther and farther back. She tries to focus on the words of the herald, but all she manages to find is the whickering and shifting of horses.
"AAAAHH..." Her mouth opens wide, showing sharp teeth...
"AAAAAAHHH..." Her eyes shut.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH..." Her head tilts back, her chest pushing up. She feels her underclothes straining...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH...!" Her wings start to flutter and twitch, ready to catch her balance, pushing on the back of her robe. Her nostrils twitch and flare open, just in time for the horse hair floating on the breeze to drift past, lightly brushing her snout. Her first instinct to sniff for fresh air is a terrible one that she fails to properly resist. She feels more allergens enter, teasing her beyond relief. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
"Signed," she hears the messenger speak, before she interrupts:
"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH HHHHHHHCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Her head snaps forwards, an enormous burst of wind banishing animal hairs from her nose. She bends forwards with the force leaving her lungs, wings springing to full length and height behind her to assist in catching her balance. Her robe is thrown from her body as they extend, laying bare her prodigious chest in time for the sash of red fabric stretched across her breasts to be torn down by the gust of wind. Her body huge and red, her areola are none the less pink in color, rivalled in hue by the nipples resting at the center of each. Her tits subtly shake as they hang in her bent-forward state, coming to a stop as she opens her eyes.
The horses have been knocked down, as has the messenger and the escorts of the equines. The whole gift parade lies prone in front of the sniffling dragoness, whose snout twitches a few more times before coming to rest. Her top half lies bare aside from the crimson strip of fabric that was functioning as her bra now dangling around her middle. She hurries to pull it up and regain some manner of dignity, quickly flapping her wings down and wrapping them around her chest to hide it in the meanwhile.
With her finger pulling on the fabric, she suddenly feels a sting in her snout that makes her freeze. Be it more hair entering her nose, some still stuck inside it, or the allergic reaction simply not being finished, the magic the gift works is not complete. Her mouth opens, eyes shutting as the sensation rapidly intensifies. "AAHh..." Not again... please not again! "HHH...HAAAAHHHH...!"
"AH-HAHHHHHHH... HAAAAHHH-AAAAAAAAAHHHH..." She pulls the fabric up, stretching it firmly over her chest. She starts sliding her wings away, but only manages to begin the attempt. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Her chest pushes out, wings trapped underneath the crimson band of cloth, twitching... She pauses there, trying to fight down the tingling in her nose, but when her nostrils flare and catch wind of the fact that there is still horses nearby, she's doomed. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH HHHHHCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Her wings flare out, tearing easily through her underclothes, ripped cloth flying out in front of her and sliding down her back. Scraps of red are thrown to the animals and down the back of her skirt, which itself is made lopsided by the sneeze, displaying one hip. Her toned stomach rests below her shaking pair of breasts, the now truly half-nude dragoness trying to catch her breath. In front of her is a cloud of dust lifted by her pair of sneezes, along with the pile of present bearers.
"My..." Sniff. "Sincereh... eh... est apologies." Her wings flap down again, sliding around her upper half to hide the generous curves she's been blessed with. Her snout twitches back and forth, and she scrunches it up, trying to abate the tickling inside it and prevent another explosion. She takes her chance to diplomatically lie. "I weh.. welcome your gift with open arms. Please send my fineh.. fineh.. HEHH..." The wind changes, the cloud of particles lifted by her pair of sneezes drifting up towards her face. "finest regaa..gards to... AAAAHH..." It doesn't help that she didn't hear his name at all, and now she can't remember what it is.
"AAAHH...." Sniffle... Her nostrils flare and twitch, harassed first by dust. The smell of the dry road makes her snout tingle. She feels horse hair blow past her face, some of the hairs catching her snout, erroneously inhaled. "HAAAAAHHH..." Her allergies flare fully to life, the tingling inside her snout now impossible to ignore. She scrunches it, twitches it back and forth, but her efforts only seem to make the problem she's facing worse. "AAAAHH..."
"AAHHEHh... HEHHh.." Her head starts to tip back. She turns it to one side and carefully inhales, but feels more of the tickling hairs slip past her defenses and torment the inside of her wide nostrils.
Her chest rises under her wings... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH..."
Her eyes flutter and fall shut... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH..."
The wind makes hair dance around her snout, tickling the edges... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" She's had it...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Her wings tear away from her front as she dips forwards, blowing the dust and allergens alike away in a long, loud blast of air. Her chest goes fully on display once again, and the wind shoves the other half of her garments down to her ankles. The regal dragon now stands bare naked, a firm and tight pair of folds between her legs, no flesh visible between the them. The pile of deliverers and the delivery now rest even farther away, all of them a stumbling and confused mess.
The dragoness takes the opportunity to crouch, wings curling around her middle and her tail curling around her hips. She gathers her clothes into her arms. "Thank you for your gih-...ift, sincerely. Please send my fineh-eh...EHH-! -est regards back." With a hurried attempt at diplomacy, the giant red ruler turns on a heel and quickly jogs her way back into the palace. She needs a lot of space and a bit of time to think about what to do with her figurative dozen white elephants.