Prismatia— never mind all of her titles and responsibilities, she wasn’t thinking of those at the moment, was frankly, getting kind of desperate at this point. Her life was full of responsibilities that others had laid upon her and that she had accepted for various reasons. And it wasn’t like she hated it, but... surely, after centuries of dedicating her life to others, she got to be a little selfish?

  And so here she was, in her private shrine to the Akiyoshi Sisters, sharing a bottle of fine wine with the goddess. Not directly, exactly, but the glass she filled for the goddess of Evil and Alcohol drained slowly as she drank her own.

  “I’m just so tired and stressed all the time, you know? ‘Lady Prismatia, settle this historical dispute you were there for! Lady Prismatia, stop hiding from your inevitable Ascension! Lady Prismatia, some idiot’s conjured a Spirit of Jazz and the dorms can’t stop grooving! Lady Prismatia, someone’s petitioning for access to the forbidden grimoires for ‘research’ again!” she griped, doing her best to savor the flavor of the wine on her tongue.

  “This is some good shit,” Sumire, goddess of evil, said from behind her, taking her wine and gulping it down. There had been no indication of her appearance, no grand choir, just a kitsune appearing and stealing Prismatia’s alcohol. “Sounds positively… huh, not EEEEVIL. More frustrating? Yes, frustrating,” Sumire said, knocking back her bottle of wine and plopping her butt down next to Prismatia.

  “There’s the cultists, they’re definitely evil. They keep trying to use bits of my shed scales or undergarments they got from Aiko-knows-where to summon me to ‘rain fire and destruction upon their enemies like the old days’. And really, I can deal with all of it but... what about what I want? Someone competent, understanding, and who won’t just worship the ground I walk on? Someone to raise a clutch of wyrmlings with. Or a few clutches? Maybe some fluffy pets on the side?” Prismatia sighed, shaking her head. “I think it’d all just be more... bearable, with someone I can treat like an equal and trust by my side, you know?”

  Sumire hummed along, swishing her bottle back and forth while her tails waved behind her. “You could just go boink one of the elder dragons, you know? Get a clutch that way. They were around long enough to only kinda sorta worship you, and they are dragons, so not like it’s all the way, right?” she mused, looking at her wine bottle.

  “They’re still trying to get me to ascend, and they’re all troublesome old bastards and bitches with agendas. If I marry one of them, it’ll be seen as a political move to shore up whatever interests they’re supporting,” Prismatia pouted. “And the ones that aren’t are also active problems! Aetherios tosses hurricanes at people for shits and giggles, Fymral keeps creating hyper optimized crimes against nature trying to make ‘superfoods’, and don’t even get me started on that feathery bastard and his concerningly massive harem.”

  Sumire swished her tails at that and made a low noise in her throat. Agreement, disagreement, acknowledgement? It was hard to say. “That’s rough. Hmm…” she trailed off in thought.

  Then, she brightened. “Ah ha! I have it! Make a deal with me!” she said, jumping up. “You’re the first person in this part of the world to acknowledge me in ages! They’re just being rude at this point. So I’ll offer you a deal. You shall do something EEEEEEVIL for me, and I’ll find you a fluffy waifu who won’t lick your feet unless you ask nicely, okay?” Sumire grinned, seemingly at her own humor. She held out a hand, tails fanning about her to paint her in a sinister light in the small shrine to the Akiyoshi sisters. “Do we have a deal?” she asked, offering out her hand.

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  The dragoness gave the kitsune a deadpan look. “You know, normally I’d tell you to get fucked. But... I think I want to do something selfish for the first time in a long time. Just... no genocides and no war crimes, please.”

  She stuck out her hand to seal the deal, taking Sumire’s notably smaller hand into her own.

  Sumire’s grin was feral. “No takesies backsies!” she shouted, and then… began to .

  “...I should really be worried, but as the great philosopher said, ‘fuck it, we ball’,” Prismatia sighed, tossing back another drink as the potential consequences sunk in.

  At those words, Sumire disappeared in a flurry of purple flames and alcoholic fumes. A great fox circle of purple fire opened above Prismatia, the sight of which would have broken most lesser minds with its eldritch truth of existence and which only remained illegible because Prismatia refused to acknowledge any of the elder goddesses’ nonsense until she was good and ready. However, she was not prepared for the one tailed, dark purple haired kitsune waif to come screaming through and slap her in the face with her boobs.

  And she was out cold on contact, of course. The poor girl bounced off her face and into her lap, where she made grumbly little noises about it. Prismatia sighed, carding her clawed fingers through the young woman’s hair. A one-tailed Kitsune that wasn’t essentially just a sapient fox... that could mean a few things. One, she was of mixed blood. Two, she’d mastered her shapeshifting much earlier than expected. And the last option? She’d been transformed by outside forces.

  She’d not be able to tell which until the young woman woke up and explained her situation. Hopefully Sumire hadn’t used some of her more... unsavory methods. Still, it was better than asking Aiko— the eldest Akiyoshi would simply have put herself forward as a candidate and she didn’t want to deal with all that.

  So, she’d have to make the best of this situation and hope the admittedly pretty fox would be open to her attentions... and someone worthy of them.

  Hair that was so dark purple it seemed to be black, pale skin, fluffy ears in the same shade as her coat, high cheekbones and soft features, and then there was her build. It was a little hard to tell through her somewhat ill-fitting green button-up shirt that was quite tight in the chest and loose in the shoulders, and with the black slacks that were now straining to contain her even with the tail-hole that’d been cut in them, but she was both voluptuous and athletic in her build. Somewhat toned muscle paired with softness. She wasn’t nearly as... gifted, as Prismatia herself, but few were. The fox was tall, too— she’d tower over most the same way Prismatia would tower over her.

  “Here’s hoping you don’t freak out when you wake up,“ she murmured softly, as a button on the young woman’s shirt burst and pinged off a scale on Prismatia’s chin, settling in her cleavage.

  ~~~~

  The taste of caramel faded from Raine’s mouth and with it the sensation of syrup mashed with cotton candy went from ‘This is my life now’ in her brain to ‘just casually inebriated’.

  If this is what waking up from a bender was like, Raine was not going to be drinking again without a very good reason because good God this sucked.

  The next thing Raine noticed was the feeling of softness beneath their head, near pillow like but simultaneously firm in a way no pillow had ever managed no matter what the damn advertisements said.

  While Rain figured they would regret opening their eyes and leaving this pleasant abyss of softness, it was probably prudent to. They were probably asleep on their couch. Or an alley.

  Rain opened their eyes and saw… Orbs.

  Bazongas. Badonkadonks. Bewbs. Tits. Gaia’s Peaks.

  They were glorious. Also very concerning as Raine lacked a girlfriend and had for some time. So whose tits were blocking out the sun?

  Also, Raine felt a weight on their chest. A rather heavy weight, at that.

  Raine sat up, absently noted the owner of the most glorious orbs they had ever seen was also very into dragon cosplay, and looked down at their chest.

  Or more specifically, her chest. The buttons were popped but god damn did she have fine breasts now.

  Miss Raine looked up at the dragon lady, brain short circuiting as multiple programs fired at once and mostly failed to compute. Finally, she spoke, “I have tits now.”

  Those profound words stated, darkness enveloped her once more.

  The last thing she heard before she passed out was another button on her collared shirt giving up the good fight as it strained and broke, popping off at high speed to impact the dragon lady above her.

  BookDragon: And here we see a little of the dragon gal’s thoughts! More coming when we can get it done and Kitsu can afford it, lmao.

  HiddenMaster: Indeed. Nothing like a deal with a dark goddess of pure EVIIIL to shake a stagnant life up a bit, eh?

  BookDragon: See, the trouble with Sumire is that her definition of evil ranges all the way from “I totally did this for selfish/evil reasons, guys” to genning those cides. That, and she’s also a goddess of booze so... many mistakes can and have been made in the past by various individuals.

  Kitsu: Imagine Titty Fops and Titty Dragon snuggling in a big bed, with a book, by a magical enchanted fireplace with the cold rain washing over the castle they’re in~

  HiddenMaster: Kitsu here is channeling some very lewd thoughts, which will be a recurring, I suspect, but eh. Their commission, and this is a romance between a fox girl and a dragon queen, so… yeah, it will happen at some point, but I imagine the path to that NSFW ending will be filled with fluff and getting to know each other and oh god I sound like a total sap writing this.

  BookDragon: Yee, I’m looking forward to all the fluff and such! It’s gonna be fun! Anyway, if you want to support our work or commission us yourselves, we’ll include relevant links here! It’d be much appreciated, I’m trying to put in my Permanent Residency application for Canada and that shit’s expensive.

  HiddenMaster: And here are my supports linked here