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A Little Less Counselor, A Little More Concubine

Part 17

For Fyacin_Tia

By Draconicon

Fyacin returned to the palace, and by the time that he stepped through the gates into the warmed halls, he was the picture of anxiety. His fur was standing up straight along the back of his neck, and he was half-sure that his mane, short as it was, was starting to slide free. He gritted his teeth to try and hide it, and more than that, he kept his cloak as tight to his body as he could, hiding what had happened to him.

The growth had continued during the walk from the tent to the palace, and only the fact that he had been in a hurry and very, very good at keeping the cloak closed had kept anyone from seeing it. He could feel it, though. The weight, the subtle tugging on his shoulders that came from the new breasts at his chest.

"Concubine."

He whipped his head over, his ears twitching, his eye doing the same in mad fashion. The canine guard immediately looked away, either intimidated or fearful of catching the madness that had seized hold of the lion. In either case, it meant that the guard had forgotten what he was going to say. All fine with him.

"Send for Alys," he said, making his way down the hall. "Tell her to meet me in the Sunrise - no, the Rising Garden."

"The Rising Garden, sir?"

"YOU HEARD ME!"

...Please tell me that was more a shout and less of a shriek, the lion thought, fleeing towards the garden complex of the palace. Please tell me I didn't just squeal the way I think I did...

Thankfully, the other members of the nobility seemed to have abandoned the gardens for the afternoon. They were likely spending time at their meals, perhaps to gorge and remain in their quarters for the rest of the night. He hoped for that. He did not need anyone else stealing what remained of his dignity.

He padded through the different garden rooms, moving from rooms of water and silver to rooms of wood and painted panels. The lion passed over a room where the floor consisted of nothing but deep water and large lilies and a room where the ceiling glowed with the light of a fire that hadn't gone out for over a decade. The gardens were a place of magic, of meditation, of secrecy.

Today, he needed the last of them, and thus, the Rising Garden.

Fyacin stepped from the burning chamber to the cool, breezy room of the Rising Garden. He let his cloak flow out behind him, becoming a long, fulsome cape, and gripped the edges between his fingers. Then, he took a step forward.

The empty room was dark, almost completely dark, but as soon as he took a step forward, wind caught him from beneath his feet. It filled the cloak and lifted him as if he had proper wings, carrying him towards the dull, barely illuminated ceiling. There, among the nooks and crannies, were colonies of fireflies that were under the impression that they lived in eternal night, providing a constantly-changing design of lights along the top of the room.

It was a beautiful thing, most of the time. Today, it was merely another addition to his anxiety, another thing that would not settle, much like his body.

Fyacin floated along, his back to the entryway as he looked down at his chest. His breasts were...well, they were not large. He could not kid himself about that, as Kisari had a much larger pair than he did. However, they were more than sufficiently sized to be cupped, bounced, and...and even jiggled, ever so slightly. The lion blushed as he ran his hands under them, allowing himself to fall half a foot before gathering the cloak in hand again.

They're...big enough to qualify as real breasts...not just fat...

He blushed worse as he imagined what his Emperor would do to him, how it would feel to bounce on the fox's shaft now. The feeling of riding him had always been an easy one, but now that he had a pair of breasts, after walking through the city and feeling them bouncing and weighing down on him, he could only imagine the back strain that would follow. Even so...

He tentatively curled a claw around, touching his nipple -

"Ah!"

He gasped, pulling his hand back, and not merely to keep from falling. The sheer sensitivity still shocked him, and he didn't know what to do with it. Shaking his head, he tilted the cloak, letting himself fall and swing around.

As he practiced his movements in the wind again, he heard the sound of humming coming his way. The lion twisted his body around, all too conscious of the new weight that he was dragging in his hips, and turned his attention towards the entryway. No sooner had he done so than he saw his guest.

"Alys," he muttered, trying to keep himself from squeaking. It was harder than he expected. "You were quick."

"And the guard most terrified. You must have put the fear of our master into him, my friend."

Alys stood with her hand on her hip, flicking a finger against her muzzle and shooing away a line of silver from her face. It took him a moment to realize that she must have been in the middle of intimacy with their master, and he slapped a hand over his forehead.

"I am sorry."

"Genuinely? I doubt it."

"No, I...I actually am. I panicked."

And possibly put a target on his back with the Emperor, if the great fox had been enjoying the talents of the dragon hybrid before him. That was not something that he needed to have happen just at this moment, what with the fact that he had an enemy General coming to stay the night and the fact that he had been transformed. He sighed, shaking his head as Alys stepped into the air currents, riding them with the aid of her long dress, her shameless display doing little for him.

"You must have had something happen if you sent someone to interrupt us. What is it?"

"...This."

He opened his cloak, and for once, Alys genuinely looked surprised. She veered when she should have banked, and the hybrid dropped almost a dozen feet on the air currents before she caught herself and flowed back to him.

"How...what did you do?"

"I did nothing. I was given tea."

"...What kind?"

"A kind that, apparently, improves a female's endowments."

"...Oh."

"Yes. Oh."

"Well, if it's any consolation, I think you might be nearly my size. And the Emperor does love his handfuls."

"I - that's not the point. I - okay, I'm no longer sorry."

"Just as I thought. Another incidental."

"That's not - LOOK AT ME!"

Fyacin grabbed for one of the few handholds that only those that lived in the palace knew about, hanging from the top of the Rising Garden by his claws. The wind blew the cloak out and around him, exposing his entire body in that moment.

Were it not for the sheath and sac that still hung between his legs, were it not for that stubborn thing that had been caged, he would have had the body of a female and the mane of a male. His cheeks burned as he felt the way that the wind rippled his rump, making it feel like it was jiggling, while his mane felt so thin in comparison to its usual thick - if short - strands. His hips were the sort that would belong to a breeder's, and even now, he could feel the hunger that waited just below his tail.

Alys didn't have words. She just stared at him, and though she kept an impassive face, he could see the surprise there.

"I don't know what you and Kisari gave me, but this wouldn't have happened without you."

"You are right about that. Too right, unfortunately."

"What did you give me? How can you fix it?"

"That...is the harder one to answer."

"..."

"Well, it's not OUR fault that you took tea without asking what was in it, is it?"

"It's your fault that I didn't know I had to be careful!"

Alys rolled her eyes, and he stewed as he took hold of the edges of the cloak, pulling himself around again. He allowed himself to float on the wind currents, trying to just...relax, to let it carry him about, to go with the flow, for lack of a better way of putting it. It usually helped him, but not this time.

"What can you do?" he asked as he passed her by.

"Well, I could start brewing potions that will take the original problem from you...but that still leaves your new growths."

"Can you start that tonight?"

"Of course...with the Emperor's permission."

"..."

"Of course, he might find that he prefers the new you."

The lion groaned under his breath. That was not what he wanted to hear. All he wanted was to get back to how he was.

How did this change so fast? he thought. Days ago, days, I was his preferred servant, with the best strategy to handle the oncoming war. Now, I am as much concubine as counselor, and the others have his ear. How...how...how?

He remembered what he'd said. He'd ride his shooting star until it burned out, and then ride another. The raw arrogance of that statement finally made sense to him, and he sighed as he rubbed his forehead.

Then he fell.

"Careful," Alys said as he caught himself scant inches from the grates at the bottom of the chamber, nearly twenty feet down from where he'd been floating. "You don't want to serve the Emperor a pancake, do you?"

"Har. Har."

"...I am sorry, for what it's worth," Alys admitted. "The chances of you finding something that would interact with the other potion...it was so ridiculously tiny that I never thought about warning you."

"Well...apology accepted," he muttered.

"Still, I think the Emperor will like it."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"But it's not the only thing you're afraid of, is it?"

"No, it's not."

Despite his humiliation, despite the anxiety of other people finding out what had happened to him, despite everything, he still felt...good. Not great, admittedly, but good in this new body. The weight was annoying, the new center of gravity wasn't quite what he was used to, but there was something oddly appealing about having the curves, about the way that his body was more ready for sex, for...for other things...

He shivered as he felt his nipples go harder again, tightening at the very tips of his breasts and feeling like they pulled everything in his chest to a pair of tight, prickling points. The lion shook his head, swinging his cloak around and going into a swoop. He landed with a thump at the end of the garden, shaking his head as he covered himself again. Alys joined him.

"How fast can you change me back?"

"With the Emperor's permission -"

"Yes, yes, provided he gives it."

"I can probably have you back to normal in about two weeks."

Two weeks. Half a month. At the very best case, he'd be back to normal in half a month, which meant that he'd have half a month dealing with the fact that he had breasts now, that he had curves, and -

He leaned back and felt a bit of pressure at the base of his spine, near his tail, and he shivered. Just like that, his tail tried to go up, jamming itself against the wall until he pulled himself forward.

Heat.

Somehow, someway, he had heat under his tail. His body had turned sufficiently female that it was trying to convince him that it could be bred by getting fucked under his tail.

Great. Wonderful. Stupendous, really, utterly stupendous.

"What's the matter?" Alys asked.

"Nothing."

"It seems like something."

"Just...let's talk to the Emperor."

"Certainly. He asked for you as soon as he was interrupted."

"...Joy."

That meant that he was going to get a talking to. If it was any other time, he might have been thankful for his 'adjustments', since the shock of that might have rendered his punishment a little less severe. However, with the fact that the Emperor might decide that he preferred the lion like this...

Well, it was going to be interesting. That was all he could say.

The End

Summary: Fyacin ends up being more changed than he expected, and tries to talk to Alys about it. She doesn't have much in the way of good news for him.

Tags: M/solo, nudity, garden, palace, series, eastern, lion, dragon, hybrid, breast growth, butt growth, heat, curves, need, arousal,