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The Horned Dragon for Wyraachur/Zohaku by Draconicon

The day that the package came was the day that Peter's life would change, and mostly for the better. Mostly.

When the doorbell rang, he was already there, having been waiting for the postman for nearly three hours when it finally got there. He took the package without looking at the rest of the goods waiting for him, and threw the letters to the ground before carrying the wrapped up box towards the living room.

He flopped onto the couch, his white hair flapping back before swinging forward again as he quickly ripped the packaging off. A note lay atop the box, and he was about to throw that away too. However, as soon as he saw the name on it - Leroy - he paused and pulled it out, letting the box fall back on the couch. It wasn't sealed in an envelope, so he just unfolded it and read it.

_Hello, Peter

It's been a while since we talked, but we'll be talking more soon. Was thinking of you when I found this, and thought you could make use of it. Kind of illegal, but considering you love new things, I knew you'd have to have it. Enjoy.

Leroy._

"Heh, you know me well."

Putting the note down, he went back to the package. The actual box inside wasn't that big, only about four inches by four, and Peter was able to fish it out easily. The outside was marked with a number of different designs, none that he knew, but it did make it look like it was some sort of cursed item. He'd have to find out where Leroy got that from; it looked surprisingly authentic.

It was the item that it held that really caught his attention, though. Peter whistled after he opened the box, shaking his head at the cubic emerald that hung from the leather band inside. It was like a perfectly cut gemstone, and the longer he looked at it, the more convinced he was that the gem was actually real.

"Where the hell did he get this?"

Not that it mattered. If it was illegal, he was better off not knowing, and he didn't want to give this up now that he'd seen it. It was so shiny, so beautiful, and it was perfect for him. It was such a precious thing...so very...precious.

He barely realized he'd lifted it out of the box, and only paused when he realized he was about to put it on. Peter chuckled, but didn't stop himself, lowering the necklace over his head. The gem made a satisfying thud against his chest before settling, and he reached up and stroked it a few times.

"Heh, starting to feel a little like -"

A sudden green blast of light thudded out of the gem. Like a shockwave, it knocked him back on the couch, and some of the vases that were spread throughout the room bounced and rattled. One flat out fell off of its stand, crashing on the ground. Another shockwave went out of it, then another, until Peter was thrown right over the back of the couch by the force of it, landing on his stomach.

"What the fuck?!"

He reached up to grab it, but as soon as he touched it, his hand was zapped by the same green light. It wrapped around his wrist like a manacle, holding it in place and pulling it away from the necklace. Peter reached up with his free hand, but it was likewise trapped, energy like green lightning bolts arcing out of the stone and holding his hands out in front of him. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free, but that wasn't the end of it.

After a few seconds of futile squirming, he saw that there was something happening beneath the green lightning. A light brown set of bumps were rising beneath his skin, and then pushing past it, forming lines of scales. They moved in precise rows, each one growing on top of the one that came before, spreading both up his arms, and down towards his hands.

He watched in both shock and awe as his palms were covered with it, the scales spreading out towards the bases of his fingers. Peter's jaw dropped as they fattened as the scales hit them, growing out wider and wider. Each finger at least doubled in width as the scales moved up along the digits, making their way towards his fingernails.

The lightning let him turn his hands around, and he grinned as the pink nails began to darken, turning brown, then nearly black. In fact, almost the entirety of his fingertips turned dark.

"Oh, please be claws, please be claws - YES!"

It was just what he wanted, as the darkened, non-scaly nails started to push out past his fingers, sliding out of his hands as they grew. Inch by inch they poured out, and his fingers joined them, growing to be longer than they once had been, growing proportional to his much larger hands.

The gem shot out another burst of the green lightning, this time reaching down to his ankles. Peter leaned forward, watching with a smile as his shoes started to swell, quickly growing outwards the same way that his hands had. With each passing second, he could see the seams of his shoes fighting harder and harder to hold his feet in, but they were rapidly losing the fight. It wouldn't be long before they gave in.

The first rip happened at the toe of his shoe, when one of his new claws burst free. He was panting as he watched it happen, the white barrier breaking apart with shreds of his socks following behind it. He would have tried kicking his shoes off, if the lightning let him, but instead he could just watch.

His shoes burst apart at the sides, allowing his new, scaly feet to be exposed. It was like looking at something alien, seeing them so scaled over. The claws on his toes were far thicker and wider than the ones on his fingers, and as he curled them against the floor - dragging up some of the carpet in the process - it was clear that they were incredibly sharp. Peter had seen box cutters that wouldn't cut through that so easily.

The scales continued to grow along his arms and legs, thickening his limbs as they went. The scales varied from a lighter brown along the inner part of the limb, and darker along the outside. Bits of his shirt ripped towards his elbow, while the shoulders swelled massively. The remnants of his socks were ripped apart, and his shorts started to strain the same way that his shoes had as the scales crept up towards his waist.

"Oooh. Yes, yes...yesssssss."

He realized he was hissing, but he couldn't help it. It was too cool to watch. Admittedly, as the scales started running up his neck, it was a bit like he was choking, too, but it wouldn't be long before his shirt started ripping and he had some more space for breathing again. He just had to wait.

But that didn't stop him from gasping as he felt the scales reach up his ass and then over his crotch. Much as he tried, he couldn't look down to see what was going on, at least until -

"GAH! Ahh,....ooh fuck..."

He gasped as his head started to rise, his neck slowly lengthening as the scales grew over it. As his head lifted, he could feel it getting thicker as well, matching the growing thickness in his shoulders. Peter groaned, growling almost as he looked down to see what was happening down below.

His pants were ripping along the waistband, but that just meant that they were tight enough that he could see not one, but two bulges rapidly growing in his pants. He stared at the V shape that the two bulges made, and he grinned as he ran his hands over them. The slightest touch made him moan, and he slashed at them with his claws, ripping them off without the slightest regret.

The two cocks flopped down, but continued to grow. They were well past eight inches long and were growing bigger and bigger by the second. A bulge was starting to inflate at the base of each, and he swore that he saw little nubs starting to push through the heads of his cocks.

"Barbs...I'm getting barbs and fucking knots..."

He couldn't help but stroke them, making him moan all the harder. The scales continued to grow over his backside and his crotch, heading up his belly and his back in equal measure. He was getting thicker, and - yes, he was definitely getting taller, too. His spine almost felt like it was slithering out, and he realized that there was a tail getting involved as well.

But none of that felt so powerful as his hands sliding from those barbs to the knots on his cocks. Peter panted, rolling his head back as the scales crawled under his chin. His tongue, hanging out slightly, suddenly was pulled back into his mouth. No, not pulled back in, but wasn't long enough to hang out.

His eyes went wide again as he stared down at the growing muzzle on his face. He wanted to reach up and touch it, but his cocks demanded too much attention. Instead, he turned his head from side to side, staring as his nose started to curl down, forming almost a hook at the end of the growing muzzle. The scales formed all around, and his flat human teeth started to fall out in a cascade of white, replaced with much sharper fangs.

A tingling feeling ran over his tongue, and it almost felt like it was being jerked out of his head. Peter coughed, and pushed his tongue out. It went much further than he expected, and he went cross-eyed as the forked tip pushed up in front of his nose. He waved it from side to side, and then giggled.

"This...thissssss isssss fucking awessssssome!"

He laughed as his hands slammed up and down on his cocks, thrusting his hips against them. Four pops joined his laughter, but it wasn't until his head started weighing down and his back ached that he stopped long enough to look. Curving horns, heading out to the side and then pointing upwards, had sprouted from his head, and from his back, the beginnings of wings.

"Yesss....yesss..."

He pushed for it to grow faster, bigger, better. The wings spread out further and further, knocking over lamps and other small bits of furniture, while his head bumped against the ceiling, the horns scraping against the paint up there. Peter lowered his head as he growled louder and louder, feeling his pleasure get higher and higher. He was so close, so -

With a roar, he went over the edge. His new wings battered down a curtain rod, while his horns very nearly impaled themselves in the ceiling. His twin cocks spewed cum all over the couch and the floor, and he just about lost his balance; the only thing that saved him was the fact that his new spiked tail was embedded in the wall just above a window.

Panting as he struggled to catch his breath, Peter looked down at himself. The gem around his neck was still there, but...bigger, somehow. It was almost as big as his new fist, and considering that was about twice the size of the old one, that was saying something. He reached up with one cummy hand, holding it up, and he saw himself reflected in the gem.

He looked a bit like a bull crossed with a dragon, at least so far as the horns went. They curled up almost exactly like a bull's would, and then curved a bit back at the tips, like a dragon. His eyes were no longer normal, but slitted. Bestial.

He liked it.

But now, he had another need. One that needed to be met, and needed to be met now. Turning on his heel, Peter ran right at the wall. As a human, he would have knocked himself out. As a dragon, he ploughed right through. One kick, two, and a couple of flaps later, he was in the air. Flying.

Just as he'd always wanted, and just as the dragon needed.

The End