Dragon Age

                “HyyyyYYYAAH!” I shouted with all of my might, plunging my sword deep into the heart of a monstrous dragon. It roared with a ferocity I’d never heard in all my years of dragon slaying, or even hunting in general. The tough battle left me with scars and burn marks, but it was finally over and the loot was mine. “Jeez, I should’ve brought a wheelbarrow,” I smirked, stuffing my pockets with as much gold as possible. Just as I was about to hike down the mountain and back to town, I noticed a pair of anklets on the dragon’s thin hind calves. Hmm, seems like a fitting souvenir, I thought, unshackling them. “It’s a perfect fit!” I gasped, strapping them onto my legs. They were dark blue in color and felt like they’d make for minor, yet effective armor in addition to my boots.

                I heard cheering as I walked back into town, hearing “You’re alive!” “You really did it!” “Look at all that gold!” from the townsfolk. Where I’m from, boys are made into men when they hunt their first dangerous creature – feral goblins, werewolves, harpies, even necromancers – but to take on something like a dragon is unthinkable for many. That’s why the entire town celebrates when someone manages to kill one. “Drinks’re on me!” I shouted, and everyone cheered. I tossed one of my many gold coins to a bartender outside, who eagerly rushed back inside to get to work. This was a night I was going to enjoy.

                I threw all of my armor off when I got home, ready for a night on the…well, actually the night was on me. However, the anklets I’d obtained from the dragon would not come off. I had to painfully slide my boots out from underneath them, then they clung to my bare legs like glue. I didn’t think much of it, as I was in a rush to get to the bar. I got absolutely hammered, and women were throwing themselves onto me faster than I could’ve imagined. I was practically milked dry that night!

                I woke up the next morning to the face of a woman on top of me, who kissed me goodbye before returning home. This is the life, I thought, groggily getting up, ready for the hangover. I trudged back to my house and almost literally slept the day away, not realizing how much strain yesterday had put on my body. With my newly acquired bounty, I didn’t have to work for a long time.

                Once the next morning rolled around, I was feeling much better. I hummed in the shower, wondering how I was going to spend all of my money and free time. Curiously enough, I felt some odd callouses around my body, particularly on my head, lower back, and pelvis. My hand unconsciously wrapped around my dick. It was swollen as if I hadn’t had sex all my life. “O-Oh God,” I breathed. It was so sensitive, I couldn’t help but give it a few strokes. “Fuck!” I gasped, suddenly dropping to one quaking knee as I came buckets into the drain after only a few seconds. My scrotum was tightening as I tried to figure out what was going on. Its flesh began to harden as it pressed into my body, pushing my balls up inside of me with it. I noticed a few light blue scales crop up around my shaft.

                Is it shrinking? I thought, tugging my dick as if I could extend it. “Oh fuck, oh shit,” I panicked, feeling my cock harden more and more in my hand as it continued to withdraw. Gooey sloshes could barely be heard through the running water as the scaly flesh around my groin puffed, and eventually tore open when I couldn’t hold my micro-dick anymore. No! No! was all I could think as I pushed, pulled, and stretched the blossoming slit between my legs. My fingers soon tumbled in between the lips of skin that could only be called labia at this point, it was so warm and unsettlingly malleable.

                It can’t be! It can’t be! My body felt like it was on fire from adrenaline and fear. When I started to hear schlicking and schlurping from my fingers inside of me, I pulled out, digesting what had just happened. After a moment of silence, I bolted out of the shower to my full-body mirror. It was undeniable – my cock had been replaced with a wet, scaly cunt. My attention trailed down to the only other thing on my body – the dragon’s anklets. “Damn things must be cursed!” I spat, trying to take them off. Curses weren’t uncommon in the monster-slaying business. I knew a woman who had grown four extra arms after battling a giant spider, and another man who was in the process of turning into a centaur after stealing alcohol from one. Thankfully, the town’s cleric was able to fix them both, among countless other curses that had cropped up over time.

                After failing to remove the anklets, I dressed up and ran a mile to meet with the cleric. He recognized me immediately: “Ah, it’s you! The dragon slayer!” “Heh,” I smiled, “that’s me.” I only just noticed the prepubescent tone to my voice as I spoke. “What can I do for you?” he asked. “Well,” I muttered, “let’s talk in private.” I motioned to go into the back room, which he then led me to. As embarrassing as it was, I dropped my pants to show him the demon. “Oh my!” he gasped. “Yeah…it seems pretty bad,” I said, looking away. “I-I-I-I’ve never seen anything like th-this before,” the cleric stuttered. “So, can you fix it? I think these anklets are the problem,” I said, hopeful. “I-I will h-have to research this,” he replied. He knelt down to feel my anklets. A chill shot through my spine when he brought his hands up to my cunt, poking and prodding it around like he was some kind of…normal doctor, I suppose.

                The cleric spoke up after a few awkward minutes: “I believe we should start with a urine sample,” he said. Shit, I actually have to use it? I thought, taking a cup and a mug of water with me to the restroom. I squatted and held the cup under myself with a shaky hand, not even knowing where my piss would come out of. “C’mon, c’mon,” I whispered, waiting for the urine to come out, wanting this to be over with so badly. A long minute passed before I was finally pissing into the cup, with a little bit of it splashing onto my hand. After I gave the cleric my urine, he examined my lower body one last time. “Hmm,” he began, “do you feel this little lump?” he asked, pushing on a small nub of flesh on my lower back. “Eeh!” I instinctively turned my head back in surprise. I hadn’t even noticed it until he touched it, but there was a lump there. The cleric stated, “This might be a tail in progress, oh dear… I’d better get to work. I’m sorry Franky, I can’t do anything for you right now. Dragon-like curses are so rare, and a curse that can do th-this,” he emphasized, looking at my groin, “w-well, it’s simply unheard of! Go home and get some rest…you’re lucky you can afford to, after all.”

                I walked home feeling neutral. On one hand, I had faith in the cleric. On the other, I was scared – was this really the first curse of its kind? It can’t be… I spent most of the day working on my personal project – building a shed – to keep me busy, hoping for more answers in the morning. To my dismay, the cleric told me that it would take awhile to come to a conclusion the next day, and that he would come to me when he found one. I’m stuck with a stupid dragon pussy! I saw a lot of sexy women smile at me as I was out that day, and I was too ashamed to look back. Imagine what they’d think if they knew…!

                Stupid cunt! I would think every time I shifted my legs or tried to pee while standing. The curse progressed little by little as the days passed. A few new scales cropped up alongside small extensions in the callouses on my head and bottom. Whenever something new happened – like my finger and toenails hardening, or my body hair thinning – I would anxiously return to the cleric, only to hear the same phrase over and over: “I can’t help you right now. Please get some rest.”

                I’d gotten pretty down on myself after the first month. People kept their distance when they saw me, I could barely hunt, and I couldn’t have sex with women. I woke up one morning with stiff nipples. Half-asleep and in a moment of weakness, I danced my hand around my cunt more than I ever had before. It’s not like I’d never touched the clit before, but I was going deeper this time. One finger, then a second, and finally a third slipped into the fleshy lips of my vag and were going forward and back in a rhythmic motion. With my eyes still shut, my other hand slid down my body for more pleasure. My other hand’s fingertips pressed and rubbed against the sweet spot.

                I could feel my hips and shoulders trembling as I half-consciously masturbated. I couldn’t hear the light crunches that came from my hips as they broadened over my own schlicks. My chest and upper arms simultaneously softened over time. Even after my eyes had fluttered opened and I was fully aware of what I was doing, it was too late to stop. “Fuck, oh God,” I whimpered. “It shouldn’t feel…this good,” I craned my neck up, only to drop my head back onto the pillow to focus on my pussy. Just end it already, I thought. But I couldn’t, I wanted it to go on longer. I took my sweet time and fingered myself for 20 more minutes before finally reaching my limit. “Fuuuck!” I wheezed with numbing thighs as an intense warmth spread through my body. My hands were sloshing fluids all around my legs and onto the bed as I came for the first time in a month.

                “Ah! Eh! Awh! Ee!” was all I could chirp. I lay paralyzed for a few minutes before dragging myself to the restroom in shame. My reflection wasn’t any comfort – by now I had large hips, skinny arms, and an androgynous face. The feminization of my body was so slow and steady over the days, enough to make it feel like natural progression, despite how unnatural it was. Blue scales also covered most of my pelvis, feet, and upper arms. My nails were hard and long, with traces of black color at their bases. “What a mess…” I could only shake my head to the mirror.

                As much as I tried to get myself back together, it felt hopeless. A cure wasn’t on the horizon, and my urges were getting worse. Breasts started growing on me next month. Binding them was painful because every tiny size increase made them uncomfortable, but I endured it. But I was masturbating more. It was the only thing that felt good amidst the progressing curse. The few times I could drag myself to the bar, I was feminine enough for guys to hit on me. Some sick bastards around here had monster fetishes. And the worst part is that I let them fuck me sometimes.

                My thighs grew thicker over time, and my cunt followed suit. Some guys were intimidated, others simply couldn’t have hoped to be big enough. By the end of my third month with this curse, people called me a dragon whore or a scaly slut. It wasn’t my fault I grew out of human pants and shoes…I had a foot-long tail and my feet were practically talons. My nails were completely black by now, and they were too tough for nail clippers. Even my helmet would no longer cooperate against the short black horns on my head.

                Around this time, I thought there was still a chance to recover. I was taking on small bounties for basic creatures around the town to keep busy, and the cleric told me that he was making good progress. Making jokes about my appearance made people slightly more comfortable around me. But at the end of the day, I was still consumed by ever-growing lust. No matter how much progress I made, orgasming was always the highlight of my day.

                The fourth month was painful. As if I wasn’t disgusting enough, I started getting fatter almost everywhere. My thighs continued to broaden, the tits swelled against my binding extra hard, and even my sleek stomach developed a weird bulge. As I was chewing on a steak with sharp teeth, I realized that so much time had passed that I’d forgotten what having a dick felt like. One night, as I was masturbating myself with my little tail, I tasted puffs of smoke coming out of my panting mouth. Dark thoughts began to plague my mind. I wondered if I could die as an honorable dragon slayer if I were to kill myself right now, or if I could hold out hope for the cleric, because at this point, I was more dragon than human.

                All I did for the final week of the month was eat and sleep. My stomach was large and sensitive, and my tits were lactating through my binding. I refused to believe I was pregnant because dragons didn’t give live birth…until the first week of the fifth month.

                “Aarraaugh!” I shouted with a mixed scream and roar, waking up in the middle of the night from pains in my lower body. Laying on my back, I felt something large and heavy pushing down through my body. Rrrip! As I sat up, the binding across my breasts tore apart. Resting a hand on my stomach, I could only watch with heavy breaths as my pussy opened wide with something crowning from within. The pain faded away once I pushed from within. An elliptical shape emerged, stretching me out even further. “Oh God! Oh God!” I squealed, realizing that I was pushing out a wet slippery egg out of my body.

                Once the first one was out, I didn’t have time to think before the second demanded my attention. I pushed for what felt like hours – even though barely ten minutes passed once I had laid twin eggs. My stomach had returned to a flat scaly canvas and I was exhausted, feeling more physically and mentally unstable than I’d ever been. The next morning, after I was fully awake, I wanted nothing more than to get rid of them. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to cook or smash them, so I ended up walking the large eggs – both were bigger than human babies – to the base of the mountain where I had slain that dragon five months ago. I prayed that another dragon would be willing to take them in, then went about my business.

                I paced around my house rubbing my thin scaly stomach, feeling an indescribable emptiness. I stared at myself in the mirror, afraid to go outside again with my broken binding. With how huge my tits had become, and with little nubs sprouting on my back, shirts felt impossible to wear. Throughout the fifth and sixth months of my transformation, I only left the house at night for sex with other monster-guys or big-enough guys with monster fetishes. All of my human skin had been covered by the end of the half-year. I was completely blue and had long white hair flowing down my back and on the tip of my two-foot long tail. I had sold all of my armor, weapons, and clothing for food, except for my sword since I used its hilt to masturbate sometimes.

                A lot of my time was spent laying more eggs – which became pleasurable after the first few rounds. I continued to deliver them to the dragons’ mountain at night. Even though my wings had flourished in two short months, I was too afraid to fly them in case of an accident. I had nearly lost hope in the cleric. My life fell into a cycle of eating, fucking, laying eggs, and sleeping. Even my nose had merged with a tiny snout on my face, lengthening my tongue and teeth.

                One day during the seventh month, when I somehow managed to find the courage to visit the cleric in broad daylight, he looked terrified. Most of my speech came out as growling or roaring, but I just needed one word to get my question across: “Progress?” “I-I-I,” he stammered, “I’m so close, Franky. My team and I are so close to a breakthrough, p-please just hang in there, o-ok?” I blew a puff of smoke into his face from my nose and walked away, trying to come to terms with being a dragon for the rest of my life. The gorgeous women I had been fucking seven months ago looked hideous to me now. Even the guys who were willing to cum into me were losing their appeal. After wallowing in self-pity for a few hours, I had an idea. Later that evening, I stretched my wings and flew to the top of the dragons’ mountain.

                Sensing my presence, a few dragons showed themselves upon my arrival. I could understand their roaring and screeching as well as I could English. One of the smaller dragons noticed the anklets on my hind legs and scurried deep into one of the caves after telling me to wait here. A minute later, a gargantuan red dragon emerged. I was standing on my hind legs and he still towered over me while walking on all fours. He had a luscious white mane like me, as well as matching black horns and claws.

                He looked down at me with sharp yellow eyes. “You are?” he asked. “I-I’m…” I explained the story of my curse to him. After admitting I had slain several of his kin, I swore to never harm another dragon if he knew anyone that could reverse my curse and turn me back into a human. “I cannot reverse the curse,” he stated with his powerful voice, “but I can end it. In exchange, you will do something for me.” I didn’t know what he meant, but he beckoned me to follow him into his cave. The jewels and riches I had earned from slaying dragons were nothing compared to this dragon’s hoard. Deeper in, it seemed like the cave itself was made out of sparking gold with rubies, sapphires, and emeralds mixed in. The dragon stood up on his hind legs and sat himself on a throne. Then I saw his dick beginning to unfurl from within his scales. I smirked to myself. You men are all the same.

                I watched his cock erect for a full minute. It was pitch black and thicker than my forearms. It grew beyond 9 inches, then 10 inches, then 11 inches…I was trembling, it never seemed to stop. I felt like I could get pregnant just from looking at it. I wanted it so bad. I waited for his approving nod before attempting to put it in my mouth. I had never stretched my snout so wide before. Mmm, mmm, I hummed, getting into a rhythmic motion. My long tongue wrapped around it like a python and I was able to feel every throb course throughout my body. One more blowjob for my humanity is a small price to pay, I would think in the back of my head. But I loved it. The dragon was so big, so dominant, so tasty. Even his pre-cum tasted like pure delicious sustenance.

                Without a word, he stood up and walked behind me minutes later. Still on my knees, he held my waist and pulled me back, forcing me to drop to my hands. His cock suddenly slammed into my pussy. I roared in surprise. He was relentless! My thoughts melted away into pure bliss in seconds as he pounded. “I will end your curse…of humanity,” the dragon grunted. “You are a strong dragon. I will free you from the shackles you’ve worn for so long.” “Yes…yes, master,” I wheezed with my tongue lolled out. His claws felt heavenly against my scales, and for the first time, I felt like I was going to be split in half.

                “Raaaahh! Aaaahhuu!” I howled, cumming around his cock. The heavy SCHLAPS and SCHLURPS of his soft scales hitting mine hastened. I felt the heat from that monstrous dick coming out of my mouth. Before I had time to prepare, he erupted a volcano into me! “UUUUAAAARGGH!” I screeched, unable to stop my body from shaking as he filled me beyond my limit. His steamy cum leaked and flew out of my pussy as he continued to pound me into the ground – he had to hold my ass up when my legs became paralyzed. The dragon whispered to me, “You are not a human, you are my mate. You are the dragon queen.” “Yes…master…”

                My transformation into the dragon queen sped up that night, and then ceased. My numb body lay on the floor, barely able to feel my horns, tail, wings, and claws all lengthen. Muscle built in my upper arms and thighs, shaping them in a way that made walking on my hands and feet feel natural. My vision blurred as my pupils morphed into slits within the yellowing whites of my eyes. For the first time since I could remember, I felt free and invigorated. I didn’t even notice when the anklets on my hind legs broke off, clattering to the ground. The king took them to store in a special place while I slept.

                The next few days were spent socializing with dragons. They truly revered me as a queen, which took time getting used to. The servants taught me how to efficiently breathe fire and raise my awareness to incoming humans – typically the would-be dragon slayers. They showed me the best hunting spots and secret mountain spas. The riches and luxuries I had earned as a human paled in comparison to what the dragons had to offer. And the sex…the sex! Getting fucked by my big dragon king was always the pinnacle of any sexual experience I could imagine. It was such a relief knowing that I didn’t have to scrounge through the back alleys at night to get off anymore.

                In one short month, I was finally laying the eggs given to me by my king. Giving birth to our babies became my proudest pleasure and duty in life. I couldn’t have been happier pouring my soul into my king, my subjects, and my babies.

                Tensions between dragons and humans grew over the next year, probably due to my disappearance as a human. Some of my subjects fell to dragon slayers from the town I originated from. While we killed plenty of them, their pursuit never seemed to slow. We were few in numbers, so eventually we had to act as a unit. Dragons didn’t typically like to travel in packs in risk of making themselves known, but we did once to visit my hometown. Burning it to the ground was effortless. I didn’t like to kill the innocents, but my friends were not as merciful.

                During our final attack, I found the cleric, praying for his life to be spared in a burning building. I pulverized the roof above his head before it had the chance to fall and kill him, then slowly approached him. He looked so small and helpless from my point of view. Remembering all of the disappointment and anger this man made me feel, I wanted to eat him right away. Crush his bones, burn his skin…but I didn’t. “F-F-Franky? Is that y-you?” he asked with chattering teeth. I flared my nostrils. “L-L-Look,” he began, “I-I did it. I m-made a cure…maybe it’s not t-too late…” He pulled a syringe out of his baggy coat.

                I smirked, then smacked it out of his hand with my claw, breaking his hand in the process. As he yelled in pain, I carefully slipped him out of his coat in case he had any more needles, then grabbed his body with both hands and flew him back to our mountain once the battle had ended. He fell unconscious from shock during the flight. At first, the dragon king was furious with me: “Why did you bring back a human?!” he yelled. I smiled, saying, “Because this man has been studying us and our culture for over a year. Do you know where my anklets went?” The king’s eyes widened in question, so I continued: “If they’re gone, I’ll kill him. But I thought it might be kinda fun to have a sister.”