Samus sighed when Lonias related that line to her. She lifted the crimson dress up and over her muzzle, sliding her arms and claws through to settle the article in its position.

"Y'know, Lonias," Samus said to the mauve, male space dragon she was courting, "I do have my ways to get back at you for that pun."

"What? You going to try and douse me with cold water while I'm showering again?" Lonias chuckled as he buttoned up his vest, bumping shoulders with the blue dragoness. "We're space dragons, if the void of space doesn't affect us, why would a glass of h2o?"

Samus shook her head, pulling her head through the dress and settling it around her chest. Reaching back, she cinched the straps to clench it around her superfluous bosom, trouncing her tits as she did so which send a throb of sensation through her.

While true her new form's scales lent her protection to surpass her power suit, the increased sensitivity caused her to be much more prone to giving into fits of lusty self-indulgence. It didn't help that her new draconian body had slightly aggrandized proportions that further drove her nigh-constant sexual thirst.

Thankfully, these days, Samus was well-practiced on putting a handle on her bouts of desire, saving them for alone time with Lonias.

"I could, but that would spoil the surprise," Samus teased. Picking up the neckband, she wrapped it around her neck to tie it off. "But that's later, big boy. For now, you need to tell me and be honest: how do I look?"

"Samus-babe, it is impossible to have anything be a greater example of beauty than you are," Lonias said, coming over and rubbing her shoulders.

Samus leaned into the rubs with a thrum. While she had initially been unsure about the dress design, more accustomed to the practicality of armor and athletic gear, Samus eventually admitted it was rather pretty. And with where she had it secured, it showed off just enough cleavage to tease with while retaining the bare minimum of modesty.

"What do you say, handsome?" Samus said, turning towards him. "Shall we show the Galactic Federation the meaning of draconic beauty?"

"Let us," Lonias said, proffering his arm, which Samus took and they began their walk to the ballroom.

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I have this head-canon I'm trying to organize where-in Samus is transformed into a space dragon and meets up with a Ridley clone who escapes the mental conditioning and becomes his own person, naming himself "Lonias." Based off of Ivanks' sequence where Samus transforms and attains a greater tendency for being lusty and emotive, I simply had to run with it.

Expect to see more derg-Aran in the future. :D

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