And that's where it starts for Ladybug, the dreams, the fantasies late at night as she bites her lip, touching herself to the thought of all that succulent white meat that could be hers if only she surrendered her pride and allowed herself to enjoy the transformation into Chat Noir's pretty yellow princess, a lovely cocksleeve for him. If she acts quickly, and apologizes profusely for her past arrogance and rejections, she might even beat out the other girls and have the privilege of being the breeder in Chat's harem.

Maybe nothing better for Ladybug than to be locked in a small tight room with a white stud like Chat as a way to finally make her open her eyes to his superiority