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Gray the Dragon Slayer crawls through a narrow, fetid tunnel. Its slimy and constricted walls, lit by meager candlelight, are Gray's only sight. Ahead is a steadily approaching portal which opens into a large den where his target ought to be found. The hunter grits his teeth. The candlelight flickers as Gray's hand trembles with long-simmering rage. The opportunity to hunt this particular mark is one that Gray has been eagerly awaiting for three years. Gray's multitudinous armaments clack lightly on the cave bottom. The red dragon is extremely rare in the country of Sundria. Only two individuals have been recorded and one of these is truly ancient and would never deign to interact with humans. The other however is a young-adult and would surely be willing to harass humankind. This dragon, the enigmatic Don-Seoul, is Gray's target.

Gray's wife Layla was abducted three years hence. Any of the myriad monsters which roam the hills might have been to blame, but a trusted friend of Gray's insisted that the lady was snatched by a 'great, red reptile' and that the assailant took off on 'strobing wings.' After some months of crushing depression Gray began to plan. He had a small degree of sword training as most able men in the village do yet he had been the most skilled of them all. The military captains formally announced that if Gray should ever be inclined he would be welcome in the Goliath Guard. However Grey decided to devote himself to becoming a dragon slayer and to the goal of becoming the first man in his village to kill a red dragon. The self-same dragon that had sent his life in a downward spiral of self-loathing and sadness. He contacted his aunt, a brilliant machinist, and commissioned her to equip him with exotic and lethal weapons. When suitably armed Gray first honed his dragon hunting skills by preying on any draconic younglings which attacked nearby human settlements.

After nearly three years of intense training and slaying Gray heard the first whisperings of Don-Seoul's reappearance in the area. Whether Don had left the area or lain in a deep slumber for the intervening years was unknown. Upon hearing Don-Seoul's name in conversation Gray returned to his home, armed himself completely, and bade his dear sister goodbye. Don's cave was said to be in the area of Jolian Falls. Gray strode from his village with a single minded drive to not return home until his blade had been sunk into Don's loathsome hide.

For hours Gray fanned the area surrounding the thundering Jolian Falls. He hadn't a clue where to begin searching, but could not have been dissuaded if the gods themselves commanded him to end his quest. By chance Gray spotted a forest nymph-sprite. The innocent thing flitted about the tree tops tending to its confounding and mystical routine. Armed with novel weaponry as he was Gray leapt into action. He took careful aim with his arm mounted crossbow and loosed his bolt. The shimmering rivet pierced the poor nymph to its tree. Rapidly Grant approached and took the creature in his hands. Though his methods were exceedingly cruel and unnecessarily lethal the nymph-sprite's conditions were met. Gray made his wish to know the location of Don-Seoul's cave. Before the pitiable nymph passed on it bestowed Gray with the knowledge he sought. A secret entrance to the cave could be found merely a mile from where Gray had found the nymph-sprite. The hunter then laid the faerie's body on the ground. With no regard for the penalties of killing a forest spirit Gray strode directly toward his hated foe.

Gray's nymph-granted knowledge informed him of an enormous cavern below the ground with a single narrow tunnel leading to the surface. It is this tunnel through which the desperate hunter now creeps. As Gray finally reaches the end of the tunnel he puts out his small candle. The chamber below is, as Gray predicted, the red dragon's storage room. Gray can see ornately patterned and exotic rugs. The cave walls are smartly decorated with fine art and a chandelier with an enchanted blue flame lights the room. The requisite heaps of gilded treasures litter every corner. If a confident young dragon were to be found any place within its cave it would most likely be lounging in its hoard-room. Gray manages to calm himself and prepare. With difficulty caused by the enclosed space he loads a fresh bolt into his crossbow and readies four throwing knives. While he is unfamiliar with the ways of red dragons he has killed at least one of every other species. With a deep breath Gray slips into the cavernous den and lands adroitly on the ground.

In accordance with his months of rigorous preparation Gray scans the room. As expected he hears breathing. As soon as Gray registers the sound he sees a strobing of lights in his peripheral vision. The red dragon whose outline Gray begins to discern, sits calmly upon a regally ornamented throne. His wide wings alight with shifting bioluminescent shapes. Bile rises in Gray's throat. Seeing the object of his hate in person only causes his rage to soar to previously unimagined heights. That the beast is so unaffected by his intrusion only infuriates the hunter further. He stands hunched and trembling.

The dragon rises to his feet and strolls into the light of the blue-hued chandelier. His feet, massive and well clawed, clack on the warm, stone floor. Around his thick and sinuous legs he wears a black sarong with intricate, gold-threaded patterns. A long and weighty tail is held aloft behind his back. On his upper body he wears an open linen shirt which, like the sarong, is decorated with gold patterns. His muscular midsection peaks from between the folds of the costly-looking garment. The dragon's wings, now closed, reach from just above the ground to the tip of the dragon's horns. Atop Don's long neck sits a handsomely proportioned face. His maw is short relative to those of other dragon breeds and is also broader. His present expression is one of mild interest. This combined with his attire serve to give the creature a very sophisticated and intelligent air.

"Gray. Gray the Dra-" Don-Seoul calmly begins before Gray with a roar of anger launches his throwing knives at the dragon. The whirling blades were thrown with impeccable accuracy. Don makes no attempt to flee and continues to walk toward Gray. When the first knife strikes Don's shoulder he pauses. The other three pierce his chest. The dragon's yellow eyes twitch as he resumes his approach.

"Ahem. Gray the Dragon Slayer. I've been waiting to make your acquaintance. I've heard of your vendetta." Don-Seoul approaches at a metered pace with the blades jutting from his chest scales.

Gray is startled by the thickness of the dragon's scales. Any other breed of dragon would have at the very least been wounded by such an attack. Less hardy species mortally so. He takes a step backward. Don removes the blades from his chest one by one and drops them to the ground.

"You've heard of me. Then you know." Gray growls at the dragon. "How many lives have you torn asunder as you did mine? Y-you killed my wife!" Gray, hands behind his back, ratchets his crossbow to its strongest setting.

Don-Seoul lifts his hands up, palms toward Gray in a show of good will. "I am not sure if you realize, Gray, that in your fervent hunting you have been helping me a great deal. When you killed Dynax the Swift two months hence it allowed me to take advantage of a trade route far more efficient than the one I had been using previously. A fortnight ago when you felled the indomitable Grylla I was able to take his property and use it to feed the ailing town of Jugosweet. Gray I must thank you. To show my appreciation I will tell you some good news."

Gray pauses in his tinkering momentarily. He is flustered by the realization that he has inadvertently been aiding his sworn enemy. Gray had never been one for politics so the thought that eliminating dragons would help their enterprising rivals had not crossed his mind. Also the revelation that a dragon is in the business of helping humans from the shadows stunned him. Dragons are typically disdainful of humans to the extreme. As an afterthought he questioned what Don-Seoul could possibly have to tell him. Gray begins to fear that the reptilian aristocrat is attempting to distract him.

"Don't you lie to me beast!" Gray shouts as he masterfully brandishes his crossbow and looses its mighty bolt. It flies true, but in an extremely fast maneuver Don-Seoul whirls on his heel so that the Bolt embeds itself in the surpassingly thick scales of his back. Gray is stunned.

"My gods. The trade barons do not lie. Those new weapons will give my brethren no end of trouble. If I had been distracted you may have had me." Don-Seoul, unimpeded, advances. "Now, Gray. I am not lying. You've been very helpful to me so I will be lenient. I have news that you will be happy to hear. If you can't calm down and listen I will be forced to punish you." Don-Seoul explains sternly. His eyes are intense and if Gray were being honest with himself he would admit to sensing a touch of insult in Don's scaly features.

"No! No! You bastard. Don't you attempt to talk your way out of this. Dragons are all the same. Murderous, destructive monsters. You are no different." Gray discard his crossbow and produces his long sword. "I don't want to hear anything you have to say... Prepare to die Don-Seoul." Recalling his training Gray sprints toward the dragon and prepares his strike. Don-Seoul for the first time since their meeting breaks his persona of nonchalance and readies a stance. Gray makes as if to thrust his sword at the beasts stomach but instead raises a knee to kick. The kick hits Don's thigh, but is unaffected. Gray then brings his sword down in a diagonal slash. He feels as though he has landed the blow, but finds Don-Seoul has literally caught the blade in a single hand. Gray tries to wrestle his blade free, but the dragon's grip is unyielding. Gray glares at the dragon whose confident look has returned with a new, disturbing grin. Don-Seoul lifts a massive foot and swiftly presses Gray onto his back.

"Ungrateful." Don-Seoul mutters. "You are evidently no different from any other dragon hunter. A prejudiced and old-fashioned lot. I had hoped to talk calmly and share a revelation with you. I truly did. However when one sneaks into my manor and attacks me without honor I simply must put my foot down. You were very helpful Gray Sullivan, but I always welcome an addition to my harem."

Peaking from under Don's shiny black claws Gray struggles to lift his blade. As the giant, leathery appendage envelops the entirely of his chest movement is difficult. Feeling a pitiful squirming beneath his toes Don-Seoul looks down disdainfully. He then methodically begins groping Gray's person. As his roving claws discover Gray's plain and hidden weapons he throws them clear across the room. Gray spits and curses. He had been sorely unprepared. Red dragons are rare and their abilities are not properly documented in any text. Gray had prayed his skills would be sufficient to carry out his duty, but he was never a threat. His defeat has been thorough, but he will struggle until the last.

"You are completely unarmed." Don-Seoul says. "You may now kiss my feet." He adds insistently. To encourage Gray's response he leans on the foot covering Gray's chest. The human's head reels. Between the immense pressure on his chest and the palpable, pungent odor of the dragon's foot he fights to remain conscious.

"N-never you sic--Hmmph!" Don-Seoul adjusts one of his huge toes so that it rests directly on Gray's face. Blinded by the curved, black claw and smothered by the big toe Gray writhes. He slowly realizes that he is too compressed to move out of the way of the digit. At length his rage morphs into self- loathing. 'How could I have been so unprepared.' he thought. 'Red dragons are in a higher echelon...' He feebly squirms beneath Don-Seoul for minutes.

"Come now human. Kiss my toes." Don orders in a booming voice. A jagged grin runs the length of his red maw. He watches Gray with lewd fascination.

Gray sighs deeply. He concedes defeat and very begrudgingly puckers his lips before placing them on the warm, calloused bottom of Don Seoul's big toe.

"Ohh ho ho yesss. How does it taste 'dragon slayer'?" Don-Seoul snarls. Gray's reply is a weak moan. "You don't like it? I suggest you learn to like it. You are being punished for your dishonorable intrusion. Now, lick! Clean my claw."

Cursing himself and the dragon above him Gray allows his tongue to loll out. Don adjusts his foot to allow Gray access to his robust talons. The human bends his neck forward and licks the tip of this first of Don-Seoul's claws. Being careful not to cut his tongue he imbibes the wickedly curved thing. It essentially fills his mouth. He sucks on it lightly and washes its slick length. Don-Seoul is pleased by this. His chortles can be felt through the digit in Gray's mouth which twitches and spasms. And Gray's disgust at the situation is only outpaced by his self-loathing. He becomes aware of a growing stench. Its acrid and dank whiff unceasingly fills Gray's nostrils causing him to gag on Don's claw.

"Good job Gray. Now lick the bottoms. Make sure you get into the crevices." Don-Seoul growls as he removes his shining claw from Gray's puckered mouth.

*Hack* *Koff* "W-what is that stench?" Gray asks pitifully between coughs. Don Seoul smiles a toothy grin. He quickly tosses his shirt aside baring his toned chest. Then he sensually unties his sarong and allows it to fall to the floor. Don-Seoul's monstrously large penis stands twitching and erect.

"You have yet to savor the musk of a male red dragon? What manner of dragon slayer are you?" Don gently kneads his testicles as he stomps his broad foot harder on Gray's chest. "It has a number of singular effects as you will soon discover. Lick."

The smell of Don's musk combined with the odor of his sweaty foot is nearly overwhelming. Don presses the balls of his feet onto Gray's face so the human can clean them properly. Beneath the massive, sweaty expanse of Don's food Gray tends to the folds of skin. He tongues the sensitive areas between the dragons toes dutifully.

"Excellent touch human. I might guess you were enjoying this. Do you enjoy suffering beneath the feet of dragons Gray?" Don asks jokingly.

"Mm-Mpph." Gray groans.

"I am sure you do. You filthy deviant." The dragon replies matter-of-factly. He continues to titillate himself. As he runs his well-clawed fingers over his rippling mountains of muscle the musk surrounding the pair increases in volume. Gray finally finishes his task and the underside of Don-Seoul's great foot is moist with Gray's saliva. The sadistic dragon delights in pressing the slimy, red surface onto Grays face repeatedly causing wet, slapping sounds. Don-Seoul laughs deeply.

"What's wrong human? You don't look well." Don asks knowingly. Gray is indeed dizzy and uncoordinated with a sickly sallowness to his clammy skin. He coughs and shivers on the floor before the nude dragon.

"W-w-what is... the musk." Gray questions meekly. His skin feels as though it were on fire.

"Listen Gray." Don-Seoul begins in his sophisticated voice. He paces as he explains. "Musk can have myriad effects which are decided by the dragon's state of mind. Prolonged exposure to the musk of a happy red dragon may improve your mood for instance. I am presently -very- aroused thanks to your exemplary foot worship. The odor you have been ingesting for the last half-hour is mutating you. You will soon inhabit the body of a female red dragon and will join my harem for the rest of our years."

"What? N-not P-possib--*hurk*" Gray begins to argue before quickly vomiting on the floor.

"Oh it is possible. I have done this many, many times. Look at your legs, it begins!" Don exclaims.

Gray inspects his legs to find that his feet are ballooning in size. They swell and slowly take the lithe, powerful shape of dragonic feet. Gray gasps as his five, human toes merge to form three giant digits which very swiftly sprout powerful, rending claws. Gray's soft human flesh is overtaken by a spreading wave of dry, red scales.

"Nno! No this is impossible!" Gray yells. "Don't do this to me..."

"There's nothing I can do now. You've made your bed." Don responds as he avidly watches his captive's transfiguration.

The bones of Gray's legs shift and crack loudly. They also increase in density so that the human feels his legs grow incredibly heavy before the muscle of his new form comes into being. His legs, even at the lower segment, are clearly feminine in appearance. There is a graceful curve to his ankles and his new scaly skin is supple. Gray's aching knees bulge and rearrange. He panics as he pinches and prods the dragon bits and feels every touch. When the changes reach his hips they swell rapidly. His pants are destroyed when his exploding buttocks shred through them. He grabs the soft, yet firm cheeks as if to halt the growth. The feel of the scales disgusts him. Don-Seoul stands aside with a manic lust. The dragon ogles Gray's increasingly curvaceous body.

"Oh gods, that's huge." Gray shouts in reference to his plump rear end. At this point his body his bisected. His gigantic lower half is undeniably that of a female red dragon while his upper body is that of a relatively small human. "Oh no, not that." Gray whispers as his endowments begin to shrivel. His once proud dick shrinks and gradually disappears into the forming mound of his new vagina. The tender flesh quivers as her genital transfiguration is finalized.

"Well Gray, you are officially a female now." Don laughs.

A second shocking change comes in the bulky draconic tail. The wide and robust thing seems to appear from Gray's backside all at once. She is suddenly thrown off balance as the full weight of it extends and reaches the ground. She reaches back and holds the giant appendage in her hands. It feels real. Gray looks at Don with existential terror in her eyes.

At the waist Gray's growing scales take on a still softer feel. Her chest and torso bulk up with muscle audibly. Her insides also migrate to their new homes causing a great amount of discomfort. As Gray is doubled over she feels the weight of her chest increasing greatly. Her breasts fill out steadily and rapidly.

"Fantastic..." Don moans to himself.

"Ohhh, noooo." Gray wails as her boobs reach their final size. They are melon-like in size and roundness in keeping with the size scale of a red dragon. Her still-human head can barely peak over the cleavage. As her back muscles aren't fully formed she tries in vain to hold her heaving breasts aloft, but fails and falls to her hands and knees. Her hands, along with her arms, are beginning to change as well. Her hands swell to twice their former size before being coated with rough, scaly skin. The delicate human fingers then merge with one another leaving the soon-to-be dragoness with three sausage-sized fingers and one thumb. Folds of skin collect at the knuckles and the new skin finally tightens. There is a momentary dull pain as Gray's enormous black claws emerge from her fingers.

Inward from her disproportionally huge hands Gray's arms lengthen and take on mass. As with human females female red dragons typically have less upper body strength than the males. Gray is to be no different. Her shoulders are dainty and her arms svelte and elegant. She stares at her transfigured hands with their wicked claws. She desperately refuses to believe what is happening to her, but is reminded of the unescapable truth throughout the entire process. The only part of her body that is vaguely human now is her head.

Painfully and awkwardly Gray's neck grows. The well-muscled throat extends and frees Gray's view from her bosom. She can unfortunately see her entire lower half and is repulsed by its red scaly skin and its overwhelmingly feminine appearance.

"Ahhh-- *Hack* Ugghh." Gray moans as her vocal chords take on their new arrangement. "Uuugh. Gods, no. My voice ..." She gasps in her new voice. It is deep, but not as gravelly or masculine as Don- Seoul's. After her voice is modified Gray's face takes on its changes. Her nasal cavities and lower jaw harden and protrude. Don-Seoul watches with delight as Gray's draconic maw shapes itself. Gray's teeth begin to noisily and painfully change shape. She cannot see them, but instead feels the dozens of pointed, conical teeth fill her mouth. Her tongue rapidly expands to fill the cavernous maw. Grays eyes, formerly a dreamy blue grow yellowed and fierce. She shuts her eyes as they grow in time with the sockets. When she opens them again the pupils have become the pointed slits like those of a true dragon.

Gray, collapsed and drained on the cave floor, braces for the final shifts. Her scalp itches mightily at two points on her temples. She refuses to scratch lest she accidentally scratch herself with her new claws. Then from the two aching spots Gray's horns suddenly emerge. Black and elegantly curved they stand. An especially strange pain accompanies the appearance of Gray's wings. The appendages unfurl from Gray's back like growing ferns. They crookedly reach their final length before the sturdy membranes of the wings expand and fill the gaps.

When the transformation is complete, and for minutes thereafter, Gray sits sobbing with her face in her hands. She no longer has the ability to shed tears but her dismay is overwhelming. 'How is this possible?' she thinks 'This... horrendous body. I was a fool to think I could fight a red dragon with no foreknowledge.'

"Gray, come now. Don't be so distraught. Let me hold you." Don-Seoul implores pleasantly. The male dragon, still nude, stands scant feet apart from Gray and appears sincerely concerned. He opens a hand toward the wailing female.

"Hnuh? No. Get away from me!" Gray shouts as she slaps Don's hand away. "You are the reason I'm like this you lecherous reptile." Surprised again by her new voice Gray shuffles meekly into a corner. She is too groggy from the transformation to put forth an effective struggle. Don-Seoul approaches with a confident swagger. Gray, between fits of sniffling, finds her eyes drawn to the male's showy strut. She averts her eyes before crawling further from Don.

"Gray I treat my dragonesses very well. My harem enjoys significant benefits in draconic and human circles. Dragons are not all monsters Gray. You will learn this. And I must say Gray you have developed beautifully." Don Seoul purrs.

"I-I said get away from me. I look awful. I-" Gray chokes on her words as a potent scent overwhelms her nares. She can't imagine what could produce such a heavenly aroma. Her sobbing ceases as she sniffs hungrily at the tantalizing bouquet. It causes her pebbly skin to tingle. Her breaths come hurried and shallow. "Hmm. What is -snif- that smell? It is ... incredible."

"My musk smells quite different now doesn't it my lady?" Don-Seoul says as he stands cockily with a hand on his hip. His erect shaft throbs. When Gray looks up at him he seems to glow.

"It's you?" Gray whispers as her mind becomes hazy. She breathes deep. Creeping lust steals into her thoughts. Her curious and purposeful hands wander to her stiff nipples. She gently runs her fingertips over them and squeals with delight. "Ohhhh Don? I feel so good."

"Oh you do?" Don-Seoul replies. "Come to me."

Gray hesitates. Her previous thoughts of rabid hatred do battle with the growing tide of lustful urges. She runs her claws over the soft skin of her rump. Her slit eyes trace the ground and find their way to Don-Seoul. As her wandering eyes follow every hard line of the male's musculature Gray loses herself. She slowly climbs to her feet and stands for the first time as a dragoness. She walks uncertainly. This is due to both her unfamiliarity with her body and the disorienting effects of her pursuer's musk. With patient and welcoming eyes Don-Seoul greets her. When Gray is within reach Don pulls her into a tight embrace.

For the first moment in Gray's short time as a female dragon she feels comfort. Don's sturdy arms are as tree limbs. She falls into every crevice of the toned male's body. At length she allows her arms to wrap around Don's wide trunk. She then digs her claws into the armored scales of Don's back. She breathes deep the aphrodisiac mist. When the dragoness meets eyes with Don she feels again as if she could sob though now from shame. She scolds herself for rebuffing Don previously. The genuine look of adoration in his yellow eyes contents Gray completely. She plants her forehead on Don's chest.

"Gray would you like to-" Don-Seoul begins softly.

"Yes." Gray sharply replies.

Gray looks down and marvels at robust ruby scepter between Don and herself. She brings a hand to her privates and explores them carefully. The light grazing of a claw against her cunt sends shivers through her wings. She swiftly repositions herself. With a hand she guides Don's enormous dick into her yearning pussy. For his part Don-Seoul plants his large hands on Gray's dainty waist and holds her steady. When sufficiently aimed Gray hastily plunges onto Don-Seoul's penis.

Gray is an exploding star. The pleasure she feels is both intimate and frighteningly cosmic. A series of staccato gasps escapes Gray's maw as Don-Seoul lovingly humps her. Gray holds onto the robust muscles of Don's back. She falls into rhythm with the male. His every plunge serving to guide her reactions.

Gray feels fulfilled in entirely novel ways. The grand shaft penetrating her pussy tickles her every pleasure nerve. The sound of the two dragons warm and heavy breathing is the only sound to be heard. Interrupted only by Gray's squeals of bliss and Don's moans of exertion. Feeling horny Gray sets a hand south on course for her mate's testicles. When she finds her targets the dragoness cups and plays with them. The semi-orbs are larger than she expected, but this only delights her the more. Shocked, Don lets loose a pleasure growl.

"Grrrr, oh gods." Don-Seoul moans.

Don carries his partner to the covered cave wall in order to hump her more easily. Her back to the silken tapestries Gray digs her claws into Don's shoulders. Don's efforts increase. He leans with an elbow on the wall next to Gray's head. His upper body pressed tightly against Gray's supple breasts. Don pants lightly into her ear. Gray is approaching her climax. Don-Seoul's every thrust is a crack in the dam of her consciousness. She fears she will soon be awash in untold ecstasy.

"Oh gods Don. Harder! I want it deeper." Gray growls into Don's ear. Pleased with this reaction Don redoubles his humping. His pacing increases along with the volume of Gray's wailing. Finally Gray hits the tipping point.

"Yesss. Ahhh, ahhhh." Gray screams in her unfamiliar voice. Her nerves are aflame with glowing satisfaction. When she ceases her shuddering Gray's head comes to rest on Don's shoulder. "Don-Seoul. Ohhh. More."

As Don has yet to reach his peak he continues his amorous thrusting. Gray catches Don's eye and goes in for a kiss. With the muzzle this is awkward for her, but she settles for tongue play which with her new tongue is far more exciting. Don begins to let out repeated grunts as he nears his release. The male growls deeply which would have terrified Gray when she was human, but in this context sends a shiver up her spine.

"I'm going to cum so deep inside you Gray. You want this?" Don snarls.

"Yes, yessss. Fuck me." Gray groans.

Don-Seoul plunges one final time as he deposits his payload into Gray's canal. The female quakes and wails as he presses his groin tightly into hers. As connected as two beings can be Don makes short, rutting humps as he finishes. He pants heavily and he comes to rest against Gray's welcoming chest. The female wraps her arms tenderly around Don's long neck.

"Mmm Don that was incredible." Gray murmurs.

Having regained some of his composure Don-Seoul replies "I whole-heartedly agree." He cups her maw in one large hand before steadily drawing his penis from his mate. Gray is vaguely ashamed of how much she will miss the sensation.

The male dragon withdraws and makes to return to his throne. Watching his meaty tail sway Gray holds her hands to her breast. The wall on which she leans is her only support as the transformation coupled with her rigorous time with Don-Seoul have completely drained her.

"You must be exhausted!" Don calls from his throne where he has recovered some garments. He approaches Gray with a grin on his toothy mug and a frock folded over his arm. She hands the light dress to Gray who in her exhaustion failed to recall that dragons in fact wear clothes and she ought to cover her body. She takes the black dress and dons it. It bears a striking resemblance to Don's clothes with its gold lining. Examining herself she decides that she enjoys the way the dress rides her curves. Don-Seoul, having put on his sarong, places his burly arm around Gray's shoulders. He walks her casually toward the chamber's only exit.

"I'll be glad to have you in my harem Gray. This won't be so painful will it?" Don-Seoul asks with a hint of sarcasm.

"I still hate you Don." Gray says in a weak tone that betrays her lack of conviction in the statement. "But I might be convincible." The dragoness entwines her fingers with Don's as they approach the doorway.

"I'm afraid I have a meeting with Elder Angelus this morning. If you go down below the others will help you get settled." Don explains to a put-out Gray. "I suppose you get to find out what I wanted to speak with you about earlier after all."

"Oh. Alright then. Goodbye Don-Seoul." Gray dejectedly takes the first step down a stone-hewn spiral staircase.

"See you soon, my lady." Don-Seoul says as he nods to the dragoness.

Gray then descends the staircase with only the echoing click of her claws on the steps as accompaniment. Before very long Gray exits into a wide and well-lit hallway. Unlike the regal treasure room above this hall is smartly and efficiently designed. As she walks the hallway a bustle begins to be heard ahead. As Gray approaches the sound she finds that its source is a motley assortment of individuals traversing the corridor. Their number are mainly red dragonesses like herself, but there seem to be a number of well-regarded human traders and draconic aristocracy. If she didn't know better Gray would have thought herself touring a noble house. The atmosphere is pleasant and jovial.

As Gray approaches some of the dragonesses take notice of her and murmur amongst themselves. Gray is suddenly completely self-conscious. She is being seen by others as a red dragoness for the first time, but she also recognizes that in her prior existence these were the very creatures she had hunted without remorse. She affronts and hastily ignores the implication that some of the dragons she had killed as a human may have not been malevolent at all.

A group of youngish dragonesses approach Gray. They are well dressed and appear healthy. They greet the sheepish Gray with smiles and embraces.

"Hello sister! Welcome to Manor Seoul." The tallest says.

"Oh, umm thank you." Gray replies shying away and feeling entirely awkward.

"It's alright. We won't hurt you. The change must be taking a toll on you. Here let us find you a room." The tall one says placing her hands on Gray's shoulders. The gesture is surprisingly effective in calming Gray's nerves. She feels a fresh and exciting companionship with these female red dragons. The irony of this realization is not lost upon her and she stifles a chuckle.

"I am exhausted." Gray says shuffling along behind the energetic trio.

"The dormitory is down this hall. That's where the ladies stay. There is a separate suite for guests and nobles across the hall. The leader of the group explains pointing to two opposing doorways. She guides the group down one. The hallway into which it opens is lit with rosy pink lanterns and smells pleasant and inviting. As they pass numerous doorways Gray smells enticing food and overhears the conversations and giggles of a dozen or so dragonesses. In passing a particular dragoness catches Gray's eye.

Gray gawks at this dragoness who in turn halts and returns the look quizzically.

"Layla?" Gray asks incredulously.

"Y-yes. Who are you sister?" Layla replies.

"Layla! Gods, It's Gray. I'm- it's me!" Gray replies excitedly. The gait of this dragoness had caught Gray's eye. It reminded her of the dream she had experienced every night for nearly three years. The dream of her stolen wife. Her wife with her voice so calming and pleasant. Upon speaking to this dragoness Gray saw the final piece of the puzzle. The wedding band she had given Layla on their wedding night sits on a chain around her long neck.

"Gray? Oh, oh gods. You came and tried to kill Don didn't you. Oh no." Layla cries before flinging herself upon Gray. After surmounting her shock Gray hugs Layla tightly. The dragons she had been following watch smiling.

"I killed so many in the name of vengeance." Gray whispered. "I thought you were dead. How are you?! Has he hurt you?"

Layla with the pairs heaving breasts pressed firmly between them explains. "No Gray. Gray the way I feel here with him is eclipsed only by my happy memories of living with you. I've missed you so much but I have been well, very well."

Gray is overjoyed. She holds the wife she had long thought dead and caresses the scales of her neck.

"Gray I have much to show you. I have learned so much since I arrived here. Don taught me in the ways of politics. I'm something of an ambassador now." Layla says cheerily. "You are going to love it here honey. Come, let us find you a room." Layla takes Grays hand in hers and speeds down the hall leaving the trio of dragonesses behind.

Through the mental din and confusion of the evening Gray finds small glints of hope. Though her transformation was initially unwanted and painful it has already opened her eyes to a stimulating new world view. The revelation that her wife is essentially alive and well has restored Gray's mind and allowed her to accept these burgeoning opinions. With knowledge now of human and dragon experience Gray imagines a world where the species may coexist. Gray thinks of Don-Seoul. His winning smile a pleasing an inspiring image. She excitedly follows her former wife's lead. Though she is endlessly joyous that she has been reunited with her wife it could not have happened under stranger circumstances.