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was eating dirt most
of the time. But an uproar because princesses simply didn’t do that sort of thing - defying their parents.
    Well, fuck it . Georgie had done a lot of things princesses simply didn’t do. Thankfully, not
many people knew about them.
    She’d lost her virginity for one thing, and
that was Sin Number HA1 (Hugely Awful) when it came to the life of
a princess. They were supposed to be spotless, surrendering only to
their husbands and thus ensuring the unspotted purity of his
line.
    Georgie repeated her earlier thought. Fuck that . She’d given it up to that really nice minstrel
with the lovely voice who’d had a number one hit about fire and
rain and stuff. He’d been quite kind, rather overawed at the fact
that she - a princess of the realm - was in his bed with her pussy
in his face, and overall it had been a mostly pleasant experience.
The oral part had been great, although the actual deed itself
didn’t quite measure up to its advance billing.
    Since then, during her years as an advanced
student, she’d experimented a couple of times, finding the process
less messy, certainly less painful, and generally an okay way to
spend Saturday nights if there was nothing good on Shire TV.
    But it hadn’t exactly rung bells for her.
Unlike her courses in Leadership and Battle Tactics , which
she’d bullied her way into, claiming that Needlework and
Tapestry made her puke.
    This was quite true, Georgie having
developed a convenient but genuine allergy to the yarns used in the
course. A solid projectile-type vomit over a large,
almost-completed tapestry - which represented two years worth of
work - had pretty much guaranteed her rapid exit from the
classroom. Her ears rang for a week with the outraged screams of
her fellow needlewomen.
    She’d gladly withdrawn from that course,
insisting that she be allowed to transfer into the small recitation
section that focused on more interesting things. Like leadership
and how to fight a successful battle.
    She’d aced the tests, passed the final with
flying colors and presented a simulated attack plan that had
stunned the lecturer with its simple but effective brilliance.
She’d also fucked him the following evening, unfortunately
discovering that although his intellect might be huge, his sexual
prowess wasn’t quite so blessed.
    She’d shrugged and handled it gracefully,
calling on her princessly skills to cover her failure to orgasm and
the minimal size of his dick. Can’t hit the high notes all the
time .
    Thus the triumphant graduates of Princess
School filed in to their home, eagerly anticipating their future
lives as wives and mothers.
    With one exception.
    Georgie .
    All she could think of was going to find her
friend. Her one true friend. The creature who’d stood by her for
her entire life, through thick and thin. Theo , her very own
dragon.
    She slid from her horse ignoring the shocked
gasps of those who noticed she had been riding astride instead of
in the correct sidesaddle manner of her sisters. Screw that
nonsense. She hated the awkward twist of the spine required to hold
her balance, figured the horse probably hated it too, and much
preferred to have something moving rhythmically between her
legs.
    Tossing the reins to a servant, Georgie
hurried up to her small room, shrugged off her riding cape and
quickly found her way to the older, quieter parts of the castle.
She knew he’d be there, figured he’d seen the noisy procession
wending its way over the drawbridge and guessed he would be
waiting.
    He was.
    “ Theeeeooooo ...” Georgie nearly
tripped over his tail as she ran out onto the balcony where he’d
been watching the goings-on. “I’m home.”
    She dashed to his head and hugged him as
hard as she could, almost smothering one nostril with her hair and
poking him in the eye with her hands.
    “ Mggrymplfmpf .”
    “What?”
    “I said...” He snuffled her hair out of the
way and tried again. “Welcome home.”
    “ Theo , you’re