<div class="floatright">(http://d.facdn.net/art/noben/1453351694/1453351694.noben_stargate525_sam.jpg)</div><strong>Player Name:</strong>JEFlint<br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Yira Firebelly (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1198109)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>18<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Dragon Girl (Dragonborn)<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Full Package Futa<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation &amp; Status:</strong>submissive Pansexual currently not in a relationship.<br/><strong>Job:</strong>Tavern Wench/Red cape/Servant to Master Hyscrown.<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Yira is a dragon girl with two large black horns jutting from her forehead a wealth of black hair, styled into a playful pixie cut. Her face is adorned by a snout several inches long that hides her long draconic tongue. Her tail is shapely and powerful, relatively speaking, and accents her ass well. It is just a little bit longer than she is tall. From her back she has two large red wings that act more like a cape than wings. They can move and flap but they lack the ability to lift Yira from the ground and so often times gets draped around her shoulders like a red cape. Her figure is lush and full but like all those blessed with draconic blood it took time for her to mature. Her body is covered in soft and supple red scales on most of her body, her chest, tummy and inner thighs are covered in soft white scales while a stripe of thicker yellow scales runs down her spine to the tip of her tail. Her fingers are topped with thick black claws that she files to dainty proportions, she doesn't want to hurt anyone. She frequently wears her wenching attire everywhere, proud of her job as the tavern wench. Beneath her skirts is a cute uncut penis that's head is slightly larger than the body of her cock, giving it a mushroom appearance. At the base of her cock she wears a beautiful brass ring (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8a/3b/8c/8a3b8cf7e40cafac02236ab47dd176c9.jpg) inlaid with green emeralds as if they were tree leaves. Yira looks much younger than she really is because of her Dragon blood slowing her aging process by a few years.<br/><strong>Height:</strong>4'10"<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>125lbs<br/><strong>Measurements:</strong>36-26-36<br/><strong>Cup Size:</strong>DD<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Yira's Surprise</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Flaccid Penis Size:</strong> 3.5" x 2.25" (Medium Small)*<br/><strong>Erect Penis Size:</strong> 11.5" x 6.75" (Medium Large)*<br/><div class="floatright">(http://assets.bad-dragon.com/images/product_images/015_full1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://assets.bad-dragon.com/images/product_images/016_full1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://assets.bad-dragon.com/images/product_images/00138_full.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>The story of Yira Firebelly starts in the trade city of Labenna with the romance of her parents. It was a fairly ordinary story of dragon tribe members who crossed paths in a tavern and were instantly smitten with each other. They were married a short time after and discovered that both were looking to head the same direction as they’d heard, from independent sources of Noble Hyscrown’s and were hoping to start a new life. They could not start on their journey right away however because Durandal became pregnant.<br/><br/>Knowing that dragonborn grew quickly they waited for her to lay the egg, they would need to wait for it to hatch before they could travel again. And so her parents, though happy and pleased with their life, struggled to afford living in Labenna, they had to eventually settle for a small cottage on the outskirts of town. It was all Durandal and Quass could do to make ends meet until they could travel again. In his time in Labenna Quass picked up a trade as a mason and a tinker, his true trade of choice was lumberjack. He learned that he was able to fix most things and became very good at laying bricks. For her time Durandal became a scribe for a merchant managing his books and helping to keep track of inventory and various functions of his business. She became very versed in numbers and the trade routes and learned them so that they would have an easier time reaching the Hyscrown estate. Both Quass and Durandal worked hard and saved all the money they had and when the egg finally hatched they named the baby brass dragon tribe member Trieste. Within a week he was fit to travel and the new family began their journey. It was still a long way to get to their destination and so they didn’t want to linger.<br/><br/>When they arrived there they found that the Hyscrom family was not as well off as the rumors had once said, though the couple had traveled a considerable distance and the rumors had been many years ago at this point. Still with Quass’s impressive skills as a stonemason and a tinker he was hired on retainer to fix crumbling walls and pathways. Durandal skilled in numbers and other work was best suited for helping to run the house. Still they were paid only the barest of money and to make ends meet Quass applied for and worked in the black smith's shoppe with the majority of his time becoming a tremendous help to the old man who ran the shop. With little financial work to do for the Hyscrown Durandal took on the position of maid in the house of Hyscrown. She was a faithful and dutiful servant to the tiefling lord and lady.<br/><br/>They were given a small house on the grounds to tend to. Young Trieste was with his mother deemed him fit enough to join his father in the smithy and stone masoning. The young dragon boy grew quickly and proved helpful to Quass mending and working on their house. Durandal was almost constantly in the main house, hardly ever there longer than to sleep. Perhaps that’s why Quass started coming to the Noble’s house looking for his wife when he was free.<br/><br/>Durandal was worked hard and her health seemed to be effected by the nature of the house. She never complained but Quass could see it in her eyes. The emerald orbs were growing less bright. So naturally he went to talk to the nobles about this. He found the Lady Hyscrown and spoke his mind. At first she was mad at this belligerent rude servant. But Quass had a quality few others had. He was a tall, well-built and handsome servant, the type that bards would later make stories about. She promised to ease his wife’s burdens in exchange from work at an undisclosed time from him. Loving his wife Quass agreed.<br/><br/>The family continued on like this for several years, until Trieste’s ten birthday. Already as tall as most of the adults and just as powerfully built as his father. He was a hit among the girls already years older than him. But the boy was a stoic and pious lad. The lord had called Trieste and he listened. He spent most days now in the chapel learning the scriptures of Helm. Both the parents knew that he would not be long for this town. And while Trieste prepared to give himself to the church of Helm Quass was called upon by Lady Hyscrown for a special job. Word given Quass arrived prepared to put in a full day’s work. Instead the work was a different sort of brick lying. And he felt guilty and sickened by this. The faithful husband was so sickened with his act in fact that he left onto the first ship headed for a new frontier settlement. There was no discussion and Durandal was at a loss for her husband’s strange behavior. He had taken his son Trieste with him.<br/><br/>Within the year the Lady Hyscrown had been with child and given birth with Durandal on hand to help with the birth. Because her husband and son had left she’d moved into the main house to help Lady Hyscrown with her pregnancy. Not exactly a midwife she was at least able to help her ease some pain and to tend to her needs while she’d been with child. When the new Lord Hyscrown was born Durandal knew what had happened. She passed the child to her Mistresses and plotted the letter she would send to her husband. That night she wrote a scatching letter, and then a tear streaked one and then a pleading letter. She settled on the pleading letter asking him to come home. Saw it off on the first ship headed to Piketown and waited.<br/><br/>The journey wasn’t quick and it was nearly a year before Quass returned to his wife. He had confessed to his son, the closest thing to a priest that he could believe in, and asked for atonement. He had joined a sect that did charity work and sought his wife’s forgiveness. And late in the evening she gave it and asked the dragon man into her bed. Durandal asking of him an act of consummation to prove his love which he did eagerly and often that night. The two parted ways, agreeing it was probably for the best if Quass remained in Piketown and helped with the building of it. Durandal agreed and saw him off.<br/><br/>A short time later she discovered herself with child again. As the young Master Hyscrown played and did typical baby things, his sharp eyes were upon the dragon woman. And eventually she could no longer hide her child and begged leave to lay the egg and hatch it. Lady Hyscrown agreed and granted her leave back to her cottage on the edge of town. Hearing of the soon to be birth of a younger sister, an actual sister, Trieste returned to the main land. A strapping lad, tall and strong. The women swooned as he walked by in his cleric’s vestments.<br/>Yira's egg for its size was a mighty struggle for Durandal and her fatigue afterwards was great, were it not for her son she might have passed that night. He tended to his mother as long as he could but there were just something’s that even Helm could not do. He journeyed to the noble house and besought the lord and lady to look after his sister’s egg and her until she was able to make her way. When they refused he revealed that in the eyes of Helm he was protecting their image of infidenility. And he felt guilty for doing this to them, but the frontier town was no place for a young hatchling. Luckily in her final moments she’d whispered the name to her son. Yira. The egg to be was named Yira. And so the unhatched egg was put into a safe place to incubate and grow.<br/><br/>Trieste returned to the frontier but did not stay long with news of his wife’s death Quass descended into a drunken stupor, stumbled off the pier and ended up drowning in a fishing net. With nothing to keep the young priest he went back to the mainland and began his studies in earnest to help others. Yira on the other hand was hatched around the second birthday of Cael Hyscrown. She like most dragon tribe was walking within the space of a few hours. And like all hatchlings by the time she was 3 she was already as big as most of the ten year olds in the town. Certainly bigger than her playmate Cael. Not that it really affected how the two got along. She was taught early her role was to be his servant and she was educated in the ways of a maid.<br/><br/>While Cael grew in height and intelligence Yira seemed to have decided she enjoyed her height and education and neither grew. She had the largest green eyes and the happiest of laughs but she was curious. Oh so curious and often reprimanded for getting into places she shouldn’t. But all good things could not last and the lord and lady hyscrown had passed. Cael never told his playmate what had happened but she accepted that they’d gone away with the simple understanding that like her parents they would not be back. Her brother had occasionally sent letters to Yira so she knew he was about doing things.<br/><br/>Dismissed from Cael’s service most days to tend her work Yira drifted with no true clue what to do. She took after her mother in coloring but certainly not in build or height with the same red and yellow scales and dark black hair. It was universally agreed that Yira was a lovely child though, quick to laugh and entertain people. She was the child that got picked up and hugged and held often. The one the children wanted to play with. When she wasn't cleaning pots or emptying pots or scrubbing she would sneak away towards the lone tavern in the city. Dismal by many aspects in the world but to Yira and the inhabitants of the city it was a staple. There Yira would watch the few entertainers and emulate them. Much to the bard’s glee for Yira was a captive audience and even though she had no money to give them she squealed with laughter at their jokes, danced with their dances, shrieked when the heroes came under fire. For a bard she was a blessing for there was no secret how she took the stories.<br/><br/>Young Cael was much more of a gifted than Yira though. And since she freely moved around the town she provided researched the tutors he requested. So used to the orders he would give that she didn’t question them. She was his loyal retainer, though the word wasn’t someting she really knew the definition of. Enlisting the aid of her bardic friends, and mentors, to find people to teach Master Hyscrown what he needed and vetting them. For only the best and most intelligent of Tutors would do for her master. And has he grew older her presence lessened at the manner, showing up to cook for the young lord and do a quick clean up then off to her other job. The young boy had little need for her with his tutors. Now a full teen Yira only knew of one type of work. Cooking and cleaning, for that had been what she'd done for Master Hyscrown. But she knew of the training she'd received for years under the entertainers. She officially asked to join the staff at the tavern and was given a small place to sleep if she so decided. She instead chose to live in the cottage of her family on the edge of town.<br/><br/>It was at the cottage that her mother had been laid to rest, a beautiful flower garden marking her grave site, she prayed to Helm to watch over her parents on their long journey.  She still occasionally received a letter from her big brother and coins to tend to the house. Most of those went to Master Hyscrown, he was far better versed in numbers than she. Yira never argued about it, her education was remiss, she knew her numbers and letters but spelling and complex math was beyond her. Master Hyscrown had once asked her to take a note, the result had been a disaster with every word misspelled and hard to read, if he had need of a note he wrote it himself and handed it to her to deliver, which she was happy to do because she loved to please her young master.<br/><br/>So she spent most of her time in the tavern. Work there was simple. She liked working in the tavern. Scrub pots, cook meals and clean sheets. Nothing complex and it left time for Yira to practice her routines and sing and dance. It wasn’t until her fourteenth year that Yira began to develop her lush figure. Her clothing not hiding the swelling bust and the rounding hips or the protruding buttocks. Still to young to be a proper serving girl she was now trotted out to clean while some of the patrons of the bar where there. And they began to notice the dragon girl. With the patrons asking frequently for the red one, her nick name, to come serve them their drinks instead of the other girls.<br/><br/>Finally the innkeeper relented and taught her the ways of wenching. She took to it naturally since it was just obeying orders and she was good at that. Provided it wasn’t complex order, or required spelling. She was pulled onto laps with giggles and squeals of laughter, tickled and tormented. She didn't like the sudden attention at first but as the tips she was given grew she began to grow to enjoy the attention. She was offically pulled from the back, taken off cleaning duty and tasked with serving and she was good at it.<br/><br/>The men loved her and a few of the women too, and Yira responded by flirting with them all. A  "Nice ta see ya Sugah," here or a  "Ya'll need anything ya just ask for ol' Yira," there or a brazen "Ya need<em>anything</em>, ya just ask, Huney." Her tips were generous and her suite often occupied. Maybe that's how she slipped into being a whore. When a passing traveler left her a shiny platinum piece for his evening. The girl asked what it meant and he explained her red wings reminded him of the red cloaks from the brothel district and word got round that for the right price, Yira's would be yours for the evening.<br/><br/>Since Yira was technically a lady of the night she could be bought for the company of any man or woman who named her price. And this is where the problem came in. She bedded a traveler who paid her in jewelry to match her scales and she gave him an enthusiastic night to the point where neither of them could really walk afterwards. Finally senses coming back to them he left Yira’s cottage leaving the dragon girl to admire her new trinkets. What dragon could turn down jewelry?<br/><br/>She slipped a pretty brass ring with emeralds onto her finger and admired it on her finger. Watching as it resized to be a perfect fit. She’d heard of magical trinkets before but this was her first time seeing one. It wasn’t like she knew what it could do. So she rose from her bed, and began donning the rest when she felt a heat in her loins. She fought the desire to reach down as her clit stood at attention sticking from her hood. She panted as the feeling grew and grew, a tugging, so incessant and needful she could barely think. She settled down onto the bed and got ready to warm herself up. As she played with her breasts she moaned and panted, ready. Her throbbing groin demanding release and so she reached down to answer that insistent need, her fingers brushed against a small pole and two spherical orbs.<br/><br/>Not so simple as to understand what she was feeling she was intrigued and the over powering joy of touching herself, stroking and gripping it. No wonder men loved this! Needed this! And as she brought herself to climax she was pleased to find the object responding to her and staying erect. She could think of nothing better. And she continued. Panting. She had to experience this again, and again and again.<br/><br/>It was perhaps three days later when Master Hyscrown found Yira laying on her bed, trapped in her cycle of lust. Immobile on the bed from the continued activation of the curse. The young man got to work and when he could stop Yira from stroking and toying with herself he got the ring off her hand. Yira never noticed. It wasn’t until much later that she realized that Master Hyscrown had even come there and that his magic had broken the cycle of lust caused by the curse. It was also much later that she realized just how much she owed her Master. And she wanted to return the favors on the young man with what she’d just learned from her own body. He steadfastly refused and seemed embarrassed about it.<br/><br/>He outlined his reason for coming to see her and told her that she’d be taking a journey over the seas to Piketown and how she was needed there. She didn’t understand but she knew she had to obey her master. She gave him a full kiss on the lips, the closest she could come to offering him thanks and was seen off to the ship as soon as she was ready.<br/><br/>She arrived in Piketown and headed directly for the Emperor’s Flagon seeking employment. The dwarven bartender agreed for Yira would be an exotic touch. She’d only chosen this because the logic that Master Hyscrown had used was to go where everyone gathered. And a cheap inn seemed the best place for that. She went to work immediately wenching and becoming a part of the local scene and she picked up a few clients of her own on the side as she explained what the Red Cloaks were. Rogi had no issue with running a bit of a brothel on the side as it meant more money for the crafty dwarf.<br/><br/>Yira's most delicious features were her butt and tail, many of the lads loved when she wrapped her strong muscular tail around them and pulled them into her. The women loved her long delicate tongue able to reach almost anywhere. She was truly a busy member of the staff and was quickly making in roads with the locals. As she grew accustomed to the work at the tavern she asked Rogi the dwarven innkeep if she could try a few routines in the evening. The dwarf knew about her activities and had her entertain him before making his decision. And it was a hard audition. His critical eye on her demanding perfection none of the bards had. Gruffly pushing and prodding her into position. Until finally he felt she was ready to entertain the guests on the strict condition it did not interfere with her serving duties. She was a wench first entertainment on the side. Yira grinned and thanked the dwarf with a kiss on the cheek and rushed from the back room to practice her first routine.<br/><br/>It was terrible by any stretch of the imagination because while she'd done this in private and for fun she now found eyes on her that looked at her in a new light. And she froze only the sharp stare of Rogi made her start to shimmy her hips and began dancing, the bells on her ankles ringing throughout the room. And as she relaxed she began to enjoy herself. And over the next couple of weeks she became good at entertaining the people with her dancing and her antics, her silly stories she often forgot halfway through. Her simplistic jokes and stories. She was the life of The Emperor's Flagon. Her decision to take up entertainment, in between tending tables, to sing and dance for the patrons of the bar fulfilled her in a way she didn't know she needed to be. And she was still a great lay, for the lads, and a few ladies who enjoyed an oyster soup, most of her money found its way into Rogi's pockets and into Master Hyscrown's not that Yira minded because she was doing this more for fun than for profit. She had three meals a day, and a roof over her head and clothes on her back. What more did she need?<br/><br/>Things were a dream for Yira as she lived her life. She'd never had grand aspirations to begin with and so her sights were set low. It'd been so long since another Dragon Tribe, the nickname in the city for her kind, had been in the city that they naturally wanted to show off to the powerful warrior their own dancing dragon girl. And Trieste visited the tavern, because he couldn't find her anywhere else in this frontier city and was amazed at the transformation in his little sister. Her dancing was flirty, demanding and all together sexual. And the young man found that he almost asked her back to his bed chambers before he realized in dismay that the flirty little dragon girl was his younger sister. Not that that seemed to bother Yira and she continued to flirt with the strong warrior the entire night, calling him "Sugah", "Lova" and "Sweetea" instead of his name.<br/><br/>Trieste and Yira spent the evening together after the tavern closed and caught up. While she'd only been here a few years she was essentially a local, and its problems where hers, Trieste had tired of the life of a cleric and had sold his strong arm into the service of a fine and strong noble who would pay handsomely to have a woman like Yira in his house. Yira laughed and kissed her brother on the snout. "Bless his heart, but mah Master is Master Hyscrown now and fer evar" she'd said and then turned him down. Curiosity got the better of her brother and he inquired about her skills. To which she responded in only the way Yira could asking if he wanted a demonstration. A firm blush from him, an easy laugh from her and a teasing wink she explained she wasn't that type of lady tonight. Much to her brother's relief and with further clarification he wanted to know if like other bards she'd mastered magic.<br/><br/>To which she nodded and winked. Her answers were simple but she certainly had magical talent, as did Trieste. He lingered a week trying to convince Yira to come with him but she was firmly rooted and explained that she was at the beck and call of her master anyway, taking her duty to serve Master Hyscrown with a seriousness that belied her nature. When asked about pay Yira waved her hand and explained she paid her tax to the noble like all the servants and that was the way it should be.<br/><br/>For the dragon girl things continued like normal and she grew more confident in her teasing and her abilities. In both her serving, her entertaining and in the sack. She was pleased of her attributes, her squishy butt and handful of tits and her soft curves. For Yira life was paradise, if you had an overly simplistic view of the world. And things would have continued like that if not for a customer who took exception to Yira's flirty attitude. Though She has toned down her flirtations a bit and while still available as a red cloak she isn't as active as she used to be, probably because she now has impregnated the general store's daughter. Both Yira and Thena are hoping that the child is human and not a dragon tribe like Yira or it might be a problem for her husband. Not that he wasn't a client of hers either. There are after all only a few dragon tribesmen in the city… and how many of them had a libido that wouldn’t quit?<br/><br/><strong>Alignment:</strong>Chaotic Neutral with Good Tendencies<br/><br/><strong>Abilities:</strong>Yira is a fully functional Futa. She can impregnate others and can in turn be impregnated. She also has several draconic abilities because of her nature as a dragon girl. She has a fully functional tail that can grip and hold things but can't support real weight. She has a set of wings that she can flap but can't get lift with. She uses them to act as a cloak or a blanket for her lovers and her long tongue allows for very interesting kisses and other acts.<br/><strong>Cursed:</strong>Yira did not start her life as a Futanari and as she's found out it's not exactly easy without her magic cockring. Though without that ring she's always a willing partner. Even if she's dropped dead tired her curse will keep her hard as a rock. A pillar that cannot be conquered.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Character Likes:</strong>Music, Cooking, Cleaning, Being Helpful, Strong Men, Strong Women, cuddling, Spiced Wine, Apple Cider, Sweets<br/><strong>Character Offs:</strong>Sexual Pain/Torture, Weight Gain, Sado Masachism, Scat, Watersports, Tenticles, vore, Gore<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Soundtrack</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div>