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Summoning The Dragon Queen

By Zmeydros

(Edited by Tiliquain and Secretskunk)

There was a persistent, frigid wind that was trying to strip the trees, and me, off the side of Mount Chevalier. My shirt, vest, and riding pants weren't helping much with it and I probably would've flown right off the side long ago if I hadn't had a thirty-pound gilded horn strapped to my belt.

It wasn't my fault that I was underdressed and at risk of hypothermia despite having a nice coat of orange-and-white striped feline fur. When the Visigoths sacked the town only eight miles from my home this morning, the duke gave me the horn and told me to run up the side of the mountain. He hadn't thought to give me a coat, or a horse. Actually, riding a horse on this path was wishful thinking. It might've been a path three hundred years ago, but nowadays it was more like a loose collection of same-sized rocks that ran right into near-impassible obstacles.

At a fork in the "path" I tried to take the branch that went up the side of the mountain. I made it maybe two feet before the horn pulled me in the direction of the branch that went off the edge of a cliff. I'd been fighting this horn the entire way. When the duke said it would lead me to the Dragon Queen, I didn't think he'd meant it literally. The Dragon Queen had better be worth nearly freezing to death and being dragged around by this deranged horn or I was gonna have some strong words for her. Not that I had any idea who, or what, she was. The duke had been pretty damn vague about this whole thing.

When I was twenty feet from the edge of the cliff, it was clear I'd drop a thousand feet or more if I went over it. Had the horn decided killing me was a higher priority than summoning the Dragon Queen? Trying to gain purchase on the mess of rocks under my feet, I attempted to unhook the horn from my belt. Not only were my fingers too cold for fine manipulation, the hook wouldn't budge. As I got within ten feet of the cliff, I tried to undo my belt, but it was like the metal of the clasp had been welded together.

"Fucking murderous horn!" I yelled as I tried even harder to resist the its pull while sliding closer and closer to the edge. I was a rather lithe and didn't have much to resist with. "Stop! Stop it! Gods damn you, I said STOP!"

Then I yelped as my right foot slipped off the edge of the cliff. As the horn pulled me completely over the edge, I started plummeting to my death. The wind bit more as my velocity increased dramatically and I realized I had thousands of feet yet to fall. My tail and body's instinctual efforts to get all four of my limbs pointing toward the ground was going to do little good when I hit the ground faster than a speeding carriage.

Five hundred feet into my non-consensual descent, my belt got yanked upwards and I got the wind knocked out of me. My descent slowed dramatically as I looked up to see the horn holding me aloft by my belt. It slowly carried me to a ledge I never would've spotted on my own. As my feet landed on the ledge, I was faced with the large open mouth of a cave which was radiating warmth. Unable to feel the tips of my fingers, ears, toes, and nose, I dived into the cave and lay spread eagle on the floor. The warmth permeated my fur and frigid body little by little as magenta light radiated from everywhere around me. From my prone position, I could see that the walls of this cave had all been cut like the facets of a gemstone and in each facet was a rune emitting a magenta glow.

Still cold, but finally having sensation in my fingers and toes, I got up to examine the runes. They were even warmer to the touch than the floor, but touching them made my bones buzz and ache. Wondering where the Dragon Queen was going to enter from, I checked the walls for seams and looked for passages, but found nothing. Maybe she'd fly in to meet me? Now I was feeling that buzzing sensation when I wasn't close to the runes. As the buzzing got worse and I started to ache, I got an ominous feeling that the cave saw me as a trespasser. Perhaps blowing the horn, or the dragon it was supposed to summon, would calm it down?

As I grabbed the horn, I felt it was warm to the touch. The gems embedded in it twinkled as they reflected the runes on the walls. It seemed to fit in with this cave perfectly, like it belonged here, and somehow that comforted me.

Grunting and hefting the horn with both arms, I put it up to my lips and blew. The sound it made was atrocious, thin and uneven and absolutely not something that would call a dragon. I knew the problem was that I didn't blow hard enough. Taking a few deep breaths I got ready to blow with all my might. Putting my lips on the mouthpiece once more, I blew as hard as I could. The sound was so deep, so resonant, that I felt it in the soles of my heavily-worn shoes. Just as I was starting to run out of breath, pulses of golden light strobed out from the horn, hit the runes in the walls, and got reflected back at me. As the strobes of light hit me, my bones rattled and my muscles twitched.

The horn started to lose definition, pulsing in my hands. It got warmer and warmer, almost burning my paw pads as its features oozed together. My heart raced as the blob that used to be the horn burst outwards, sticky strings from it hitting my body from head to toe. As I yelped in alarm, the horn was absorbed into my body, going right through my clothing as if it wasn't even there. It felt like warm honey as it entered me, and there was pleasure, like being massaged by strong hands all over. It was hard to remain alarmed because every bit of chill in my body had been chased away and instead of feeling raw from the wind, I felt fresh and renewed. Just after this sense of deep comfort settled on me, my jaw cracked and ached as my nose flattened and my face pushed outwards. Meanwhile, my shirt and vest started feeling mighty tight in the chest area and my balls got a bit claustrophobic in my riding pants.

I gasped as my dick suddenly engorged, making things even more claustrophobic down there. Pleasure from my nipples, dick and balls made me arch my back and gasp in delight. Then, I groaned as a sharp and throbbing pleasure developed behind my balls and dug into my flesh.

The runes were now sending out flashes of energy that nearly knocked me over with sheer bliss. My entire body was swelling larger. My bones pressed against my muscles, my muscles pressed against my skin, my skin pressed against my clothing. It was a stack of tension that got so bad so quickly that my clothes were too tight to get off by the time I realized it was a problem. Near my shoulder blades, it burned as two somethings pushed out of my back, stretching my shirt taut. Only a dozen seconds later, I heard a cacophony of tearing sounds as the seams of my shirt started giving way. My biceps, my abdomen, my chest, and my shoulders were all too muscular and full to be contained any longer. The seams on my pant legs popped open bit by bit as my pants were destroyed by my growing, muscular legs and ass. Soon my chest swelling outwards caused the fabric itself to tear and only a few seconds later, my pants started shredding.

The pinching from all the ripping was painful, but the pressure was soon released as my dick broke free of my pants and my shirt lost its fight with my upper body. As my shirt gave way, I looked down in shock. Pert B cup breasts were hanging there, growing larger with every breath. Growing larger right along with them was my dick, which was gaining a line of soft half-inch-long and sensitive barbs on the underside. It was already almost a foot long, and hanging below it, my balls were twice the size I remembered them being. Even more surprising, there were scales that retained my fur pattern of orange-and-white stripes running up my left leg to to my sac and and they were spreading quickly. As I watched a scaly sheath plump up to deal with my thickening shaft, two bulges formed at the base of my dick and swelled into a nice big knot.

Pleasure jolted through me so hard that I squeaked, trying to breathe and moan at the same time. My nipples, tits, cock, and balls all gave me this incredible stretching sensation as they expanded faster than the rest of my body. On my back, I felt the twin growths on my shoulder blades reach outwards along with my tailbone. Clicking and cracking, new bones formed. When I craned my neck to see what was going on back there, I found wings and a dragon tail.

I stumbled as every other sensation in my body took a back seat to what was going on behind my balls. It felt like the flesh was being pulled inward and it was incredibly close to the sensation of being penetrated. As I arched my back and gasped in delight, muscles twitched inside my forming tunnel. Needing to know what was happening, I reached behind my huge and still-growing balls to find a slippery wet cleft. The whole world spun as I applied pressure and my fingertips slipped inside my virgin pussy. Then, suddenly, a sensitive bud of flesh formed at the front and a wave of ecstasy erupted from it.

Girl juice streamed down my hand as my snatch clenched rhythmically around my fingers, pulling them deeper. Answering its call, I shoved two fingers in as far as they would go. Then I grabbed one of my expanding tits and kneaded that glorious pillowy flesh. My whole body trembled as my tail lashed and my wings flapped, caught up in an unexpected orgasm from my pussy. Warmth from my scaly muff spilled into my entire being. My balls and my knot got huge as my dick surpassed fourteen inches long.

After my orgasm passed, I panted and shuddered, feeling like I could cum again if I kept playing with my cunt. It wasn't worn out the way my dick was when I used it to get off. Interrupting my second round of fingering, my scalp burned right above my forehead. When I reached up there to examine the new source of pain, I found two horns pressing out. Then my tongue felt like it was getting pulled on and I moved it around in my mouth to try and figure out what was going on. That was when I noticed that my teeth were getting sharper. The pressure in my jaws was almost as bad as the sensation of my horns coming out, but neither of those sensations were as strong as the building pressure in the rest of my body.

My muscles were bulging, pushing against the scales above them as my bones gained mass under them. The ground was farther and farther from my head as I gained height. In my back and tail, I felt a tugging sensation while my breasts, dick, and balls, got even heavier. I couldn't imagine why any creature would need to be this hung, but the pleasure from the size change was fighting the discomfort from my growing pains, so I welcomed it.

Instinct grabbed me as my horns pushed out fully and my body reached its full eight plus feet of height: I started yelling. I thought I'd gone crazy, but then a deep rumbling came up from my chest and I let loose my first roar. The sound was so intimidating that I flinched. During this thunderous roar, my balls and cock got even larger. My balls became the size of melons while my dick reached a ridiculous eighteen inches out from my loins, each lobe of the knot at its base the size of a fist.

My pussy clenched, dripping wetness onto the cave floor as my cock dripped pre freely. I felt so empty, so hard, so fucking needy that I couldn't think about anything other than cumming. I grabbed the end of my tail and shoved it in my pussy, moaning as I spread myself open. My fem sex was so wet, so silky smooth inside, and when I grabbed my tail with its muscular walls, I nearly came from the luscious tightness I could create. Moving my hands back to my dick, I concentrated, undulating the muscles in my snatch to pull my tail deeper. This made my cock beg even harder for attention and I grabbed it with both hands. As I stroked it, my balls and prostate felt more and more tense, like they were full to bursting with seed.

Getting closer to release, I reached up and groped one of my massive tits. As I played with it, my ears, fingers, abdomen, and balls tingled. When I took the nipple between my fingers, I let loose a lusty growl and squeezed my tail with my pussy. The hand on my cock toyed with the soft barbs on the underside, making me twitch with passion. My knot swelled, as my heart pounded. My whole body was aching to cum, and I felt like a Dragon Queen: the most magnificent woman in the world.

Folding my tail in on itself a bit, I managed to rub my clit as I made waves in my snatch. Instinct, a deep feeling that I needed my knot to be buried in something to cum, got me to let go of my breast and squeeze my knot. And the moment I did, a surge of ecstasy exploded from my cunt and dick. Sliding one hand up and down my shaft while the other fondled my knot, my dick lurched until thick, softly-glowing cum jetted out in massive spurts. My jizz splattered against the far wall as I shook my hips and roared from the intense release. The muscles in my pussy milked my tail for all it was worth, pulling even more of it into me, as I flapped my huge wings, stirring up dust in the cave. It was so overwhelming that it felt like when I fell off the cliff, but with all the thrill converted into ecstasy.

The amount of cum was unbelievable to the point I was blushing even though I was still moaning and shooting ropes of it. By the time I was done, my spooge was dripping off the walls of the cave, forming a river along the back. The scent was delicious and I brought a hand up to my muzzle to taste it. It tingled on my tongue like electricity and I was suddenly able to read the runes.

An innate, draconic understanding of magic allowed me to figure out their purpose. A lot of them were devoted to the spell that turned me into my new Dragon Queen form, but there was a statement on the back wall just for me: "Go forth. Turn both friend and foe into more of our kind. Then take your rightful place as their queen. In this way, your town will be protected and our race will live on."

I chuckled. Who wouldn't want to feel the way I did right now? I'd just had the best orgasm of my life.

Wanting to get started before more blood was needlessly spilled, I turned and ran toward the cave's exit. The bouncing of my still-half-hard prick, my breasts, and balls bothered me little: this was what the body of a dragon matriarch was supposed to be like. Instinct got me to spread my wings, and before I could get any second thoughts, I leaped into the air.

Terror, exhilaration, and determination flared in me as the fire in my belly lit. The membranes of my wings caught the wind, stretching them a bit. My muscles twitched as I tried to find the right angle and then voila, I was gliding. Energy flowed to every part of me, like my will manifested into a physical force. Flapping my wings, I gained altitude and turned toward the direction of town.

Now I was soaring, the wind blowing over my scales, the ground far below, and my fear of falling replaced by a bird's sense of freedom.

As a bead of cum dripped from the tip of my dick, falling thousands of feet to the ground, I smiled to myself. I was about to have a lot more fun.

THE END

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