*** A Short story to compliment Fortuna's 'enhancement' to the Dragoness Butts collage. ***
	
	*** This is NOT cannon. :-) ***

	Devalyn handed the last of her clothes to the furry servant standing obediently at her side, still wondering if some mistake had been made.  "Are you SURE those invitations were for us?" she asked Setha.  Her golden scales glittered as she looked about the fancy accommodations, still impressed with the furry capital.
	
	Setha shrugged nonchalantly, "Rissr gave them to us, she would know, wouldn't she?"
	
	"She may be our commander, but she's still just a commander on the furry border as far from the front lines as you can get.  Why invite a bunch of border guards to some fancy nudist party in the capital?"
	
	Setha shrugged again, "Orders are orders, it's not our place to question them from such high up."  She finished removing her own clothes, her silver scales glittering in a compliment to Devalyn's gold.  They walked in the direction indicated, and their furry slave guide handed them both a large bowl of strawberries and whipped cream.
	
	"Compliments of the host" said the furry slave.
	
	Devalyn speared a strawberry and popped it into her mouth, licking her lips.  "Mmmf, delicious. They really do keep the good stuff for these capital folk!"
	
	The two dragonesses were led into a large ballroom, a well lit stage dominating one side, the other shrouded in darkness, a silk curtain covering whoever was behind it.  Five other dragonesses were standing near the stage, all naked, all uniquely colored.
	
	"About time you two showed up" said Rissr, one black hand on her hip, the other holding her own desert bowl.  "Not good to keep our host waiting.  I've been talking to some of the others here and the orders came from the highest authority.  Whoever he is, he has significant influence over all of us."

	"Oh my, now that's a pretty pair.  I can see why our secretive host invited you two" said a green dragoness who motioned the three of them to join them.  She looked the pair up and down with appreciation.
	
	Rissr let out a little huff, "Metallic toned dragons have it easy, everyone likes shiny and glittery things.  Real beauty can only be seen with a nice, unobtrusive shade like black.  Nothing hidden, no flaws distracted by glittery scales.  Nothing to draw the eye away from a perfectly sculpted body, and sexy wings too."  She posed unconsciously as she spoke, showing off her tight, firm curves and flexing the only pair of wings in the room.
	
	A red dragoness walked up to the green, stroking her long hair, "Glittery hide can't compete with a nice flowing head of hair" she said as she admired Zoriah's green locks.  Leshyet swished her tail, giving a glance at the dark silks, not sure who this mysterious dragon was, but eager for the chance to gain their favor. 
	
	Setha smirked, "Hair is overrated, most who have it shave it off.  It just gets in the way."
	
	Leshyet gave a shrug, "It's coming back into style.  Another decade and everyone who can grow it will have a full head again.  Besides, it IS quite pretty.  Take that as a fact from a superior from the capital, guards."  She gave a smug smirk to the silver dragoness, tongue flicking into her desert bowl to lick up a bit of the enticing cream.
	
	Setha grumbled at the red, knowing the two of them were the lowest ranked in the group and wishing there was a nice slave or two to smack around, but her partner moved up beside her and emboldened, the silver and gold pair stared at the red.  Capital bitch or not, she and her gold friend were clearly prettier!  
	
	"Blue is OBVIOUSLY a better color than having hair or glittery scales, and certainly black.  Besides, a perfect body isn't worth anything. Clean and perfect is boring, any real beauty comes from your life written on your hide" said Hahnel as she joined the conversation.  She had quite a story written in her own scars, the pink gouges running all over her body, but the worst on her leg, and the terrifying teeth marks dangerously close to her sex.
	
	Leshyet continued, "Of course, you do have such pretty flower tattoos.  Obviously compensating for some flaw."  She turned to reply to the blue, but 'tripped' with a "Whoops!" and sent her bowl flying at the silver and gold who had moved to stand in front of her.  Strawberries bounced off gold and silver breasts, and the whipped cream splattered both of them.
	
	"Gah! Why you little..." started Setha as she flung her own bowl at the clumsy red, a glop of whipped cream blocking the vision of one eye as it stuck to her snout and impaired her aim.
	
	Zoriah watched as the red dodged, the bowl instead splattering the green dragoness standing nearby, mounds of fluffy white desert covering her sleek form, a good amount sticking to her breasts.  She tried to avoid the bowl two, but only managed to send the contents of her own flying, getting both the black and blue dragonesses who gave suppressed hissing snorts, both looking for the source of the attack and eyes settling on each other.
	
	Setha slurped her silver muzzle clean with a long tongue as she moved.  There was no need to plot or plan with her golden partner, they had worked together so long they had little need to communicate in a combat situation.  With her weapon gone, she smoothly slid around behind the red, grabbing her arms and holding her in place as Devalyn advanced, bowl in hand.
	
	Leshyet gasped dramatically, squirming in the silver's grip.  "You wouldn't dare attack a superior you, you, classless ruffians!"  She planted her feet wide for leverage, leaning back against the silver behind her as she struggled, leaving herself wide open for the coming attack.
	
	Devalyn tsked at the red, "Rank won't save you from such a dishonorable sneak attack!"
	
	"Attack!  It was an accident you brutes!  Why I... mmmmph!"  She suddenly had a mouthful of strawberries as the gold began to smear a handful of whipped cream across her body.  She struggled, helpless as the two lower ranked dragoness warriors had their way with her.  Oh noes!
	
	The black growled as she danced around the group, trying to keep other dragons between her and the blue who had brutal aim, and dodged like a viper.  She was getting the worst of it, but slowly the blue was taking hits too.  She hissed in triumph as she chucked a strawberry, smacking the blue warrior right in the ass as she tried to spin away from it.
	
	Globs flew back and forth between the other dragonesses until a stern voice called out, "Enough!  You will all stop this nonsense RIGHT the fuck now.  We are here as guests, and just look at the mess!"  The pink dragoness stood with both hands on her hips, untouched by the fray, her muscled form tensed and commanding as she stood above the group on the stage.  "Get yourselves cleaned up!"
	
	The other six dragons paused, all covered in whipped cream and a few strawberry smears.  They looked back and forth at each other, more than a few blushes being exchanged, most looking chastised by the high ranking pink that had just chewed them out.  But slowly, one by one the expressions changed to smirks and winks, and as a group they all spun about and attacked.
	
	Battle reflexes couldn't save Dehela, her pink body twitched this way and that, avoiding the first few shots, dodging the incoming fire.  But there was just too much of it, and she was hit.  First taking a glob of whipped cream to her shoulder, then an arm was hit, her leg quickly following.  She huffed as a well aimed shot smacked right into her belly, and she didn't even see the large glob that splattered across her muzzle.
	
	When the battle was over, there were no survivors.  All were covered in whipped cream, dripping from multiple attacks.  They had all eventually ended up on the stage, and now settled down panting.  Someone must have turned the heat up in the ballroom thought Leshyet, surprised to find herself in leather cuffs and a collar as she fanned herself with a hand.  Must have been that gold and silver pair, the sneaks!  She looked around at the other dragonesses, all panting a bit as well as they rested and licked at the white smears on their muzzles.
	
	Dehela huffed again, sitting on the stage and looking at the messy dragonesses, "Now who is going to clean all this whipped cream up?"
	
	All eyes turned as the silks were pulled away to finally reveal their host, a long tongue sliding out to lick a pair of fangs as he began to approach the group, "Me..."
	
	It took a long, long while for the dragon to fulfill his promise, but in the end they were no longer covered in the globs of sticky white.  At least, none of it was whipped cream anymore.

	( Authors Note: Heh heh. So here is a good question.  Is the above picture before, or after the 'cleaning'? *smirks* - DragonTalon )