"Poechéstá?" Please? asked Lilian, trying to pout at his younger brother. It was an odd sight considering it's supposed to be reversed. Bakmah looked back at him with an annoyed look as he prepped his body.

"Rú" No. said the drake before returning to his work. Lilian groaned.

"Zemyé? Yéména awstá umé awmé." Why? You get to go. said Lilian. Bakmah sighed.

"Is there a reason why you are speaking to me in our family language?"

"Because we need to act like family again. Now, tirúszem dúyé nianastá." answer my question.

Bakmah sighed. "Ubéshu shus dúyé taméká. Yéména tirí shurú sbétipoe umé camédú." This is my job. You are not in shape for this.

"Ti tidú poestárítwa sbétipoe." I am in perfect shape. said Lilian with a huff. Bakmah sighed.

"I'm too out of practice for this." He shook his head. "I can sense your body's failure. If your magic goes dead in a place like that, it won't be good for you."

"Then make it possible for me." said Lilian.

“Snuffy’s pregnant!” The purple unicorn mare said this loudly as she entered the room. “So...I think you already made it possible, Lili.” Silence fell over the room. Lilian stared blankly at the mare before pitching forward, falling on the floor face first. “Now that is taken care of, what were you two talking about? You sound like you’re leaving somewhere...”

"A quick trip to the dragon countries. Maybe just a fly over, maybe touch down if I need to. A dragon my size should be a good source of topic before I set up a good approach." He gestured down to his brother. "Numb nuts here wants to come with to help out." He thought for a moment. "Is Snuffy really pregnant or was that just a way to get him worked up?"

“But I thought you wanted to work on our relationship. I actually got Celestia to come here... Plus, I think it may be a good idea to talk about some things before you went that way. You haven’t been to your homelands for some time. Things have changed.”

"I guess...." He looked back to his original body. "For another day then. So, I'm guessing Sunbutt is coming today or have you two already set up a date?"

“She’ll be here shortly. No guards, no Luna...Just little ol’ Celly.” Daemon giggled. “Last time she was in this place would be when she destroyed my original body...Ah, memories...”

"It's almost disturbing how you recall that with a smile...." He shook his head. "At least this time will be in more merry greeting. So, where shall we take this meeting? The bedroom will lead to things, the kitchen hardly seems appropriate, and this room has a mile and a half long dragon relaxing in it."

“Throne room, of course.” Daemon just shrugged. “You wanna just leave Lili like that?”

"We should probably take him to Snuffy....then secretly use a spell to listen in as she tries to explain her pregnancy when he wakes up."

“What would there be to explain? I am sure you know how a baby is made...or do I need to teach you again?” Daemon chuckled as she turn towards the door before looking over her shoulder. “Oh yeah, I left you something nice on the bed to wear. We want to make a good impression on Celly if we are asking for her help.”

"It's not the maids outfit, is it?" Asked Bakmah with a sigh as he followed behind her.

“Aren’t you going to grab Lili?”

"Oh fine." The drake snapped his claws, Lilian lifting up into the air before floating up behind him. "But you aren't about to have me sit through counseling in a maids outfit, are you?"

“I have this real nice black dress, leather mind you, with some stocking and a cute bow. I think you will be quite impressed with what I’m wearing.”

"We are supposed to be getting counseled by Celestia, not trying to bed her in the middle of the throne room." He thought for a moment. "It does seem very interesting though."

“...What part of me explaining what I was going to wear had sex involved with it?” Daemon looked back at him with a raised brow.

"Leather clothing is usually taken in as dominate sex. And if I am guessing correct, the reticle of clothing I am supposed to wear is the maids outfit. That or I'm going through one of your more kinky periods."

“This is not a kinky dress. It is a very fashionable dress made by one of Equestria’s top designers.” Daemon frowned before heading on out of the door. “It just happens to be made of leather...”

"But is my outfit a maid dress?" Asked Bakmah, smirking slightly as he followed her.

“...Maybe I should change to a gown...but I don’t think I have one that matches my bow. I could...No. That wouldn’t work...” Daemon shook her head, sighing. “I really want to wear my bow...”

"You really want to dress up for this, don't you?" Asked Bakmah as he pushed open their bedroom door. Laid out on the bed was a very nice dress in Bakmah’s size. It was definitely designed with the dragon in mind as it complimented his scales very well.

“I don’t dress up enough.” Daemon smiled when she saw the dress on the bed. “Got that dress from Rarity for you and you never wore it.”

"It's meant for my female body...we measured in my female body." He blushed. "Am I supposed to be female through this?"

“No. Try the dress on. You’ll find it fits quite nicely.” Daemon hummed as she trotted over to a door that Bakmah knew wasn’t ever there before.

"It's just....I feel weird wearing women's clothing as a male. Even the maids outfit."

“Would you rather be a female while our little session with Celly, or you could just not wear anything, I guess.”

"It won't be fair to not dress up when you are." he said with a sigh as his body became more feminine. "I can handle sitting through a session with other mares in my female form. I might get some shit from Lilian, but he is too busy dealing with the fact that he will have a litter of pups running around his feet calling him father."

“Bakmah...” Daemon stared at the dragon for a moment. “You really could just stay male. I only pulled that out because we really have nothing dressy for you to wear while male...”

He stopped transforming for a moment. "That's the only reason?" The drake sighed as he became fully male again. "Why didn't you just say so in the first place?" He snapped his claws, opening his æther once again. He stepped forward until his leathery wings were free from it before turning around and stepping into it fully.

There was a faint sound of rustling and the occasional curse. A few objects were even thrown out to make more room. It was only after a few moments that the drake emerged back from the æther dressed in a tux.

"Had this stored away for gods know how long and I guess I might as well wear it if we are dressing up." He messed with the collar a bit. "Though it seems I made the neck a bit too fat on this body..." The æther disappeared, his wings staying out. Daemon nodded.

“Just a bit...”She said this before opening the mysterious door and walking inside. Bakmah cocked his head before hesitantly following behind her.

"What is with this room that has suddenly appeared in our room?" Asked the drake, staring at the door frame.

“It is my closet.” Daemon yelled from inside. “It’s always been here. Just doesn’t always have a door.”

"Should I be worried about BDSM equipment if I walk in there?"

“Umm...Don’t come in here.” There was some shuffling and then a moment of silence before Daemon’s head popped into view. “There is some stuff that I don’t want you to see right now, okay?”

The drake blinked. "Well...um...okay. Should I be worried about these something's?"

“No...Just stuff I am sure you wouldn’t enjoy seeing...” Daemon disappeared back in the closet.

"You worry me sometimes." said the drake with a sigh as he sat on the bed. "Hurry up so Suntbutt isn't sitting in the throne room by herself."

“I am almost dressed. Don’t get your panties in a knot...and yes, there are a pair of panties under that dress.”

"Well, good thing I put on my tux." He chuckled. “ I might wear the panties when we are private, if you want." There was a large thump from the closet before Daemon came strutting out.

“I might take that offer.” The dress she wore held tight to her figure, showing off her curves as she moved. The hem of the dress rode up to just high enough cup her flanks and hide her marehood underneath. She had on black fishnet stockings and a light blue bow, the fabric of it seemed to shimmer as it caught the light. “You’re about to drool on your tux.”

The drake blushed as he wiped his jaw. "W-well, it seems we are more dressed for a date night than a meeting with a counselor." said the drake as he stood from the bed.

“It does...” Daemon looked herself over as the closet door behind her just sunk into the wall. “I guess it does... We’ve never really had a good proper date, have we?”

"Unless you want to count that dinner when we were gender swapped, no. We have not." The drake walked over to her and picked her up, cradling her. "We could go on one once this is over."

“It is a nice thought.” Daemon nuzzled against his chest. “But I don’t think you’ll be in the mood after this meeting... I like your scales more than this cloth.”

"You are the one who wanted to dress up." He nipped her ear. "If I'm still in the mood afterwards, you are free to strip me of these clothes."

“I would do so forcefully and without hesitation or mercy.” Daemon grinned up at him. “Maybe with Celly still in the room.”

"Kinky mare." The drake pulled her in for a kiss. "I think we should head out there before we suddenly hit the sheets."

“Bakksy, you lay on the sheets, not hit them.” Daemon laughed as she rolled out of his grasp. “ “C’mon Bakksy. Don’t wanna fall behind.” Daemon punctuated this by lifting her tail as she walked, her firm flank showing quite nicely under the tight dress.

"I swear you are trying to get me horny just because I can't do anything through the meeting." said the drake with a sigh.

“You don’t think I would do that...right?” Daemon giggled before stopping at the door and looking at Lilian on the floor. “Why don’t you teleport your brother to Snuffy’s room or something. I would rather not leave him in here and I don’t think you really want to carry him around the whole time...”

"True...." Bakmah snapped his claws as the white drake disappeared. "I still would like to see how he takes it when Snuffy actually tells him." said Bakmah as he walked up next to the mare, putting his arm around her.

“Well...Snuffy doesn’t even know yet...” Daemon opened the door with her magic, ducking out from under his arm and heading out of it. “So there is that.” She turned back to smile at him as she headed towards the throne room.

"Now I really wish I had bugged him with a listening spell or something." He chuckled. "Well, let's get this done with then. I was never really too comfortable with the idea of sitting down with a counselor."

“Oh, don’t worry, Bakksy. It’ll be fine. Just...take a deep breath and smile.” Daemon gave a smile of her own as she pushed through the door of the throne room. Celestia was sitting in the room alone, like Daemon had said before. No guards seemed to have accompanied her. “Hi Celly!”

Celestia gave the two’s outfits a disconcerting look before shaking her head. “You are late, Daemon. You told me we were going to meet here a half hour ago. You know this place makes me feel...uncomfortable.”

“Sorry. It’s Bakmah’s fault. He just couldn’t find anything good to wear.” Daemon grinned at the princess. “And are you still hanging over the fact you nearly ended my life here? Get over it... I have.” Daemon sat down in front of Celestia, looking up at her with an unwavering smile.

The drake rolled his eyes as he stood next to the unicorn. "It wasn't my fault I wasn't told about this until just a little while ago."

“So, Celestia, as a professional relationship counselor, what advice do you have for me and Bakksy?”

The Princess blinked in confusion before donning a slight frown. “What?”

“You know. Me and Bakksy are having a few problems in our relationship and thought you would be the perfect pony to help sort us out.”

Celestia took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “That is what you brought me here for?” Daemon nodded happily. “Daemon... I am happy you are trying to make your relationship with Bakmah work out, I really am, but there are some more important things we should be focusing on. Like Exitium’s declaration on the upcoming war. We still have very little information on what he is doing. I thought that is what you wanted me here for today.”

"You didn't tell her our reasons about why we called her here for?" Asked the drake, lifting an eyebrow at the mare next to him. Daemon sighed heavily.

“I didn’t tell her anything.”

“I do appreciate you two looking to me for advice, but I can’t be your...counselor right now.” Celestia stood up. “I have an entire nation to prepare for war. I am sorry.” Celestia turned to leave until she was stopped by Daemon clearing her throat.

“Exitium has located his base of operations in the Dragon countries. He has recruited over two thousand Gryphons for his cause and many other species have been flocking towards him in hope of getting a piece of Equestria’s land when it falls. I have seen Diamond dogs, Manticores and even some ponies. He also has...” Daemon glanced at Bakmah quickly before looking back to Celestia. “He has at least ninety percent of the dragon population under his full control. I am not sure how he has done this.” Daemon bit her bottom lip. “He just seems content on expanding and training his army right now...”

Bakmah closed his eyes as he placed his claws under his chin. The drake took a few deep breathes before turning towards the way he came in, teleporting off his tux as he did so. "I am prepping my body." He said as he put his claw on the door.

“Thank you for the information, Daemon...” The Princess of the Sun looked over at Bakmah before sighing. “I will leave you two alone now.” Daemon nodded as Celestia turned to leave before turning and trotting towards Bakmah.

“Aren’t you glad I stopped you from going on that trip?” Her laugh was weak and dry as she came up to him. “I am sorry, Bakksy...I just-” She was interrupted by Snuffy suddenly pulling the door open. She blinked at Bakmah and Daemon before cocking her head.

“Why is Snuffy’s mate in her room unconscious?”

“You’re pregnant. He fainted when he heard.”

“Oh...” Snuffy nodded slowly. “Snuffy will return to him...” She slowly closed the door back and claws could be heard scraping against the ground as the hybrid took off running back to her room.

Bakmah sighed as he opened the door and started walking back to his lab. "Ninety percent....under pony control." He took a deep breath. "Ever since dragon's existed my family has ruled over them, and now they follow a fucking pony."

“False Alicorn actually. I am not sure you could call him a pony really...not anymore. I really don’t understand how he did it. He has all those dragons and other species under one banner. I knew he always had a bit of a silver tongue but this...This has gone past my expectations. I have already started on making arrangements to try and counter this...”

"I am not going to wait for this....blasphemy to be fixed." Bakmah growled as he pushed open his lab room doors. Almost immediately, his claws took on a heavy red glow, orbs lining the walls as he began to create copies. "For millennia, dragons have rarely worked alongside any other species, let alone follow under one of a different species as us."

“I know.” Daemon just watched Bakmah for a moment. “You do have to admit that it is a bit impressive he got them all to work together like that. There aren’t many who would have that kind of ability.”

"Yes, but while it is impressive, it is not in good heart, I assume." His gaze softened as his claws dimmed, more and more bodies finishing their construction. "You get that many creatures to work together it is for peace, not world war."

“I guess so. So what is it you’re planning on doing? Running over there to face Exitium down?”

"That is the gist of it." said the drake as he began to climb up on his own back. He settled himself between the shoulder blades as he began to mold the skin and scales over the lower half of the body.

“Do you really think you could even get close?! Most of his army is trained and will probably attack you on sight. You think you have any chance against that onslaught AND Ga...Exitium?”

The drake paused in his transforming. "You were about to say Galleon..." He shook his head. "I don't know...I'm still going to try." He took a deep breath. "There is more to all of this then you are giving me. I know that much."

“I...” Daemon sighed. “I don’t know what to say...”

"You can start with why you are so keen on keeping me from going to Exitium."

“Because I don’t wish to see you come to harm.”

"With war not far off, it will be difficult to not see me come to harm." He took a deep breath. "What would you do if the roles were reversed? You were the one wanting to run off into battle and I was the one who wanted you to stay for the sake of not wanting to see you hurt?"

“I would...I would stay. There is too much at stake to run into battle right now.” Daemon looked up at him with a firm stare.

The drake took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. "I want to go, to right this wrong, but..." He let his head fall. "But I don't want leave you..." He placed his head in his claws.

“I can’t tell you what to do, Bakksy...but if you do decide to stay, I’ll be in our room. Okay?” Her face softened as she smiled at him, turning around to head out of the lab.

"Daemon..." He sighed as he removed the scales and skin from himself. He slid down the side to the floor before making his way to her. "I-I'll stay."

“I’ll only accept that if it is truly what you want to do...” Daemon didn’t look back at him, only staring at the door.

"I want to right their wrong, but my love for you and my want for us to be able to work together makes me want to stay."

“Thank you, Bakmah.” Daemon turned to look back at him. “It looks like I can’t tear that tux off you anymore, but if you want, I’ll let you tear this dress of me...or I can keep it on. Whatever you would like more.” Daemon wiggled her rear before opening the door and walking through it.

The drake chuckled as a blush crept over his features. "I would like it if you removed it yourself, nice and slow for me."

“I guess you want that with a dance?” Daemon called back to him. “To the bedroom then, Bakksy~”

Bakmah chuckled as he took off after, closing and locking the lab behind him. He opened the bedroom door and made sure to close that as well, not wanting the other occupants of the home to walk by and peek in on them. Daemon was sitting just by the bed, her lips pulled into a smirk.

“So, Bakksy, how do you want this to go down?”

The drake thought for a moment before he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He smirked. "You strip for me while doing a nice little dance. Don't be afraid to touch and feel."

“Oh, I won’t.” Daemon turned to face away from the drake before raising her flank into the air. Bakmah knew Daemon had started dancing, but it looked like the mare was trying to shake something stuck to her butt, jerking it to and fro. Bakmah blinked at her for a moment, having seen enough strippers in his time to know the difference between someone having done it a few good years and someone who had no idea what they were doing.

"Um, Daemon? Do you even know how to strip dance?" Asked the drake with a raised eyebrow.

“Sure!” The mare suddenly backed in between his legs, a bit too hard if he was a stallion. “It’s just like regular dancing but very close while taking what you’re wearing off.” The dragon could feel the heat from the mare’s nethers as she grinded against his crotch. Daemon looked back at him smiling happily.

"Let me clarify, then. Are you good at dancing?" Asked Bakmah, silently preparing his magic just incase he needed to protect certain areas of his body from harm.

“Umm...” Daemon slowed to a stop. “I...I’ve never danced before. I have seen ponies dance.”

Bakmah sighed. "Dancing isn't something you can learn by watching someone. It takes practice and a teacher sometimes. Amara was mine, no matter how many times I tripped her or both of us when she was teaching me before our wedding."

“How was your wedding?” Daemon leaned back against Bakmah. “Did you have a nice one?”

"For my first one ever, yes." He wrapped his arms around her. "I could have tripped less during the dance, but it was great. My nervousness about the whole thing was gone by the time she came down the aisle." He chuckled at the memory. "I remember a few of my friends at the time had to drag me out of my dressing area."

“So you did dress up? Is a dragon’s ceremony a lot different than a pony’s?”

"In some ways. I doubt the males of the group go beating the crap out of the each other the day before. There is also the fact that we are married by the elder of the tribe or herd we are a part of. We moved a lot so we were married by the elder of the herd we visited. And food isn't exactly cake a other such things." He smirked down at her. "Dragon's have a very typical diet of gems, though we do eat meat, vegetables and fruits."

“Sounds like it would be alright...but mine would have to have cake...and icecream! I wonder who I could invite though. There would be Celestia and Luna...I would make Crystal come.” Daemon nodded as she ticked things off of a list in her head. “Who would you bring to our wedding?” Daemon asked the dragon suddenly.

"Wedding? Wouldn't being both immortal take the point out of marriage?" Asked the drake.

“I thought so.” Daemon sighed. “But...I didn’t marry Galleon, so I have never had a wedding before and I would like to have one with you.”

Bakmah chuckled, setting his head on hers. "My list will be short. Lilian is about the only one I'm close to here. The others you would have probably invited."

“I see.” Daemon took one of the dragon’s claws into her hooves. “So...Bakmah...will you marry me?” Bakmah lifted Daemon and turned her around so they were facing each other.

"Like you had to ask." He leaned forward, capturing her mouth in his. He held it for a few seconds before breaking off with a small smile. "I would love to marry you, Daemon."

“Then you better have a good ring and we are in a romantic location when you ask me for real.” Daemon grinned. “Now...seems like we are forgetting the strip dancing. Shall I continue?” She began to rub against his crotch again.

"After your recent display of dancing, I think I'll go with tearing off that beautiful dress myself and rutt you hard. Well, that is if Rarity can replace the dress." He ran a claw down the side of her body.

“You are not tearing this dress up.” Daemon said with a smile and slight growl. “But I do have an idea...” The unicorn lifted up before fixing herself over the tip of his cock before using her magic to pull her dress out as much as she could, which wasn’t much, before sliding his member in between the material of the dress and her marehood. He slid in with ease due to slickened leather and the mare’s soaked folds. “Don’t worry about stains. It’s why I got the dress made of leather...easier to enchant than most fabrics.” Daemon came up and slid back down, his member fitting nicely against her folds.

The dragon moaned as he gripped her sides. "I was going to suggest I tear your ass instead, but I think this is just as good." Daemon pushed his claws off of her.

“That can be for later.” She slid all the way down his shaft until the drake’s tip was prodding at the base of her tail from under the dress. “You never did say anything about my new dress.”

The dragon moaned as he shifted his hips. "For the first dress that isn't a maids outfit, I think you look gorgeous in it."

“I think you would say that about anything I wore, wouldn’t you?” Daemon giggled as she grinded against his dick.

The drake purred. "I prefer you in the nude more than anything. Nice and exposed."

“But if I was like that, you would not be experiencing this right now.”

The drake moaned as he put his head back. "Mmm, yes. Doesn't mean I can't imagine."

Suddenly, Daemon pulled a knife out from under her dress, stabbing Bakmah’s penis through. “Take that for fucking my daughter, you son of a bitch!”