Amulet in the Attic

Story by Shiveneve on SoFurry

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This is somewhat a departure from my usual fare. The character is male, and starts off as a human at least! Scandalous! Primarily a TF to dragon story, with some growth and yiffy goodness thrown in. I did edit it twice, so this one should have less spelling / grammar errors than usual. Oh also, this is written in first person, I'm well aware of the pros and cons of such so please don't comment on it. Other than that, enjoy!


It seemed like your typical run-of-the-mill amulet. Nothing special, just a sculpted golden figure of a dragon on an ordinary silver chain. It didn't gleam with any mystical light, and I didn't find it in the tomb of some long dead medieval king. Actually when I first dug it out of that old trunk in the attic, I almost threw it away. Almost, but I held back.

You see I've always held a certain fascination for dragons, an un-natural attraction to these beautiful creatures. In my mind, I see a dragon as the perfect joining of sentient intelligence and wisdom, with animal beauty, grace, and power. Truly massive, predators with a natural arsenal to rival any man-made weapons, capable of flight, and in some stories possessing an aptitude for magic, if dragons were real, would their be anything they couldn't do? If they were real...

"Yeah right," I sighed to myself, making to toss the dragon into the trash along with the rest of the stuff I was clearing out of the attic. I moved on to the next trunk, but as it lay between the piles of old close, atop a stack of papers half-eaten by some rodent, the amulet seemed to call to me. It wouldn't hurt anything to clean it up and keep it after all, and even if it were somewhat plain, the dragon was well crafted and looked quite beautiful to me. Plus I knew Sapph would want to see it, he was downstairs right now helping me clean house.

Handling the necklace delicately, almost reverently this time, I lifted it from the pile of discarded memories and rubbed my thumb along the face. The grime was too thick to yield its hold so easily, but likewise seemed unlikely to rub off upon my shirt should I decide to wear it while I continued cleaning. I could always polish it up properly later.

The amulet had other plans though, for the instant I placed it around my neck, the golden dragon began to glow with an inner light. Too stunned to react, I watched as the dirt and grime disappeared in a brilliant flash of energy, the same energy that even now began to course into my chest, almost a stabbing feeling as if I were pierced straight to the heart with pure electricity.

I cried out, I think, I know that I fell then, misplacing my feet and crashing right through a part of the flimsy ceiling where there was nothing to stand on. I really don't remember, and shortly afterward it became irrelevant anyway. The amulet must have been magic, looking back it's obvious, but right then all I knew was that it had done something to me and I wanted it off!

Leaping to my feet, I reached for the chain to rip it from my throat. But even as my hands came up to my neck I felt the magic intensify. Pain ripped through my body, so powerful that I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, couldn't even scream. Crashing to the floor again I writhed in the pure agony the energy of the amulet was causing me, and I knew it came from the amulet, for I could feel it as a burning brand against my chest.

I tried to fight back against the pain, but I knew before I even begun that somehow I had already lost that battle. Just as I came to that realization and surrendered myself to this bizarre torture, the burning pain suddenly ceased, as abruptly as it began. Panting in shock and trembling with fear, I grasped the amulet and sought to tear it away. I never made it that far. A new kind of fear captured my heart as I felt the strangeness of my hands pressed against my upper chest.

Trembling anew as I turned my glance downward, my eyes found no sign of my hands, instead I saw, well how do you describe it? Talons I suppose... four of them, silver, solid, and instantly I knew they were sharp as razors. Surely I could easily rip that amulet off in a heartbeat with a paw of such obvious feral power, but the silver chain did not part even at the grasp of such impressive talons.

Then it hit me, the amulet wasn't just causing me pain... it was changing me! Looking back on it now, I wonder that I reacted the way I did. Surely I knew at some level what was happening to me, but in that moment when human instinct screams out to you to resist the unknown, to preserve your life and your way of life at all costs, I would have done anything to stop the change! In vain, I resisted with all my strength even as I felt the transformation begin to spread.

First I noticed that my paws had also shifted, gaining thick toeclaws and elevating to a digitigrade stance. About the time a pair of sharp heelclaws parted the skin beneath my ankles a wave of pleasure hit me; from then on the transformation is mostly a blissfully erotic blur. I learned the details from Sapph, who came running when he heard the crash.

As he rounded the corner from the kitchen, Sapph saw me sprawled in the floor moaning in what he thought was pain. Crying out he ran toward me, but before he could take another step he saw the changes begin to accelerate, swiftly shifting me from human into something else, something so much more than he could imagine, or I could have ever hoped for.

As my paws finished their transformation, I somehow managed to return to my feet. My eyes were glazed over with pleasure and Sapph said he could hardly recognize my face, only that the expression did not seem to hold any pain as he had feared. Frightened by these changes, and the still brilliant light shining about my neck, he stepped back quickly, bracing himself against the wall to watch mouth agape in silence.

The transformation returned to my upper half, blossoming into something resembling the chest of a well-built linebacker or power-lifter. I flexed my pectoral muscles, liquid strength flowing through my veins. Sapph said he had never seen a more perfect human chest in those moments, sleek and powerful, but toned rather than simply bulky, seeming proportionate in every way and not the slightest bit overdone or muscle-bound. I was too busy glorying in my newfound power to really notice, my mind swamped with pleasure as the changes continued.

Next came my arms, forelimbs now really. They lengthened considerably in just a few moments, bulking up until they were almost as large as my legs! In fact with the changes to my hands, now for all intents and purposes a pair of paws, it quickly became obvious that my arms were becoming my new forelegs. Even before my back began to shift, the long, slender spine warping to force me to a four-footed stance, Sapph said he could tell from these changes that I would never walk on two legs again.

As I fell to all fours, my legs slowly started to extend themselves, lengthening and developing new musculature as they grew upward, my height increasing dramatically in those few moments. Next the now very powerful twin pillars folded at the knee, my thighs burgeoning with muscle-growth as I flexed my now massive calves. Sinews like bowstrings drew taut and firm over a skeleton that closely resembled the lower half of some dinosaur. My pants gave way almost instantly, but my underwear remained for now. I like to think this was so my transformation could save the best for last.

I didn't even look like a human anymore. I still had skin and my head from the neck up remained unchanged, but my four-footed stance seemed far too natural for anything bipedal. My hips started to widen as my abs and lower chest began to tone and bulk up as well. Muscles separated as I quickly developed a solid six pack around the center. This left me a near physical paragon of strength all over, but I knew and Sapph knew that the changes weren't over.

My spine didn't stop changing even then, lengthening beyond my hips into what can only be described as a draconic tail. Quit large and thick, heavy enough to serve as a counterbalance to my new upper body, the burgeoning length of tailflesh sent a shiver straight through me as it grew into place. Long and snakelike in its sinuous, sensual movements, I reveled in the feelings of smooth grace and power as I slowly wagged its impressive length back and forth.

The pleasure from these transformations even now came close to overwhelming me. I felt my underwear grow taut as I started to erect. My cock felt different now but I was in no position to look at myself as I pressed firmly against the very tight cotton boxers that had become a pair of briefs, and small ones at that. A clear outline began to show where the rigid erection now throbbed within its cloth prison. The pressure started to bother me, and I quickly used my new talons to relieve it, shredding the restraining underwear into at least four different pieces in my haste to free my considerably larger cock.

I've always been well endowed, even as a human. But what I felt could never compare to anything I knew before this transformation began. I almost didn't notice my face begin to change for the pleasure, as my sharp talons and powerful paw somehow formed the perfect combination to stroke my quickly growing flesh. Sapphy's cheeks colored a bright rose as he saw what this monster that his friend was turning into had begun to do, but he didn't leave. He says he wouldn't abandon a friend, but sometimes when I think back, I remember a vague impression of pleasure coming from somewhere else nearby, as if there were another creature enjoying itself similarly in my presence.

In any case, the transformation wouldn't stop simply because I felt like pawing off. Again the change came upon me, this time reshaping my head. My jaw and nose began to elongate as my cheeks broadened and filled out slightly. I opened my mouth to shout in surprise and instead a rather loud hiss came out. I didn't notice the difference, for I had seen something in front of my muzzle when I hissed, the protruding length of a prehensile and very flexible tongue stretching far beyond the limits of what I possessed as a human. Even if I weren't pleasure wracked beyond words, I would have known what such a tongue was for. My paws left my heavy cock as I brought my muzzle around, my tongue soft as satin but strong as a vice embracing the still thickening flesh.

Having altered my face into a reptilian muzzle, the transformation seemed to pause for a moment, and as I steadily milked my hefty member I felt a hand lightly lay against my shoulder. In awe at what he had just seen, Sapphy approached me, telling me through the feeling of his touch that he was here for me. I was too horny to notice, but looking back I think that was when I finally accepted the transformation.

Even as Sapphy stood close, reassuring me through this strange wonder, the most dramatic changes began. First the flesh beneath Sapph's hand crawled as goosebumps rose across the landscape of my changed form. My hair fell off like rain to pool at my feet as the tiny bumps grew to replace them. Before long my flesh was covered in a strange lumpy texture that even as I stood there changed into a metallic gold plating. In mere seconds my entire body from head to tail, excepting only along the front from chest to hips, bloomed into golden-scaled beauty, a fine mesh of glittering armor that I somehow knew was strong enough to repel any attack. Along my front a different type of scale formed, ivory white and much softer in texture, pleasant to touch, and pleasing for me to have touched. I knew this because even the slightest breeze upon my scales brought an increase in the ecstasy coursing through every inch of my changed body.

At last the muscles in my back began to writhe, before a pair of truly massive wings ripped out of the flesh to either side of my spine, expanding upward and outward fast enough to knock my poor friend on his rear end. I was far too occupied with my maleness to realize that I had wings, even as I reflexively stretched and gave a few impulsive flaps, testing their ability to hold my weight and the strength of their musculature. Folding them out of the way, my brain returned to the more pleasant task of finding new ways to give me pleasure, or perhaps the amulet was still at work, for my arousal only increased as I found new and interesting things to do with my tongue upon the cock in my muzzle.

Suckling myself though, I was in for one final surprise as the thick, now dark ebon flesh nestled between my lips began to writhe in tandem with my tongue. It took me a few moments to realize I was the one doing this. Not only was my new "dragonhood" so much larger and more sensitive then its human predecessor, but it was also prehensile. My purrs practically shook the house down as I madly began to French kiss my own cock.

But that wasn't the final surprise for my friend Sapph. Even as he watched me complete my transformation into a massive, muscular, beautiful golden dragon, a certain glow remaining about my scales warned him somehow to back away. This was fortunate, for in the next few seconds I practically doubled in size! My paws burgeoned out in all directions, my whip-like tail smashing straight through the rear wall, taking out studs, bricks, and even a hot water pipe as if it were tissue paper. My wings pressed against the roof as my shoulders fought the width of the room, swiftly outgrowing what remained of this house now that the wall and part of the ceiling were already missing. In panic, Sapphy bolted for the door just as the building collapsed, escaping with his life. I didn't feel a thing, not even as I was buried in falling debris. In mere moments I had outgrown them anyway.

I didn't even notice the growth, my paws now each taking up a spot that a large suv could park in. My shoulders stood taller than my roof had before, and the cock inside my muzzle could have shamed a small school bus. My muscles looked like bowling balls, or even wrecking balls as I stretched out over the lawn and part of the street, the sound of my tongue suckling upon my massive member filling the neighborhood, my scent setting animals to yowling in sudden need as sexual pheromones drifted off my enlarged form. I was in a world of bliss.

Sapphy had the best view as my growth came toward an end, somehow ending up directly beneath the join of my lips to my engorged dragon shaft, getting a front-row seat to the largest blow-job in history. I was practically shaking with pleasure now, never having imagined just how good this would feel as a dragon. I felt my testicles (internal now, but swollen with enough seed to fill a swimming pool) churn in anticipation as my orgasm drew closer. With a few final strokes of my tongue I came, jerking my head away, tossing my horns back and bellowing forth my pleasure as I sprayed countless gallons of semen upon the street, instantly flooding the drains and washing out the driveways of several of my former neighbors.

It took me a long time for my senses to return to me after such a rush of pleasure. At last, licking myself clean and fishing Sapphy out of the mire of milky white dragon seed, I could only purr deeply as I admired what I had become. There was no mirror large enough for me to see myself in now, of course, but I didn't need to. I knew what I was, what the amulet had made me, and I knew that it was far more than I had ever dreamed. The amulet itself had gone, disappeared at the apex of my growth with its task complete.

In the end, everything for a block ended up smelling like the new me for nearly a week. Sapphy was completely covered but unharmed by my orgasm, and in fact we found that being bathed in my ejaculate could cause another to transform as well. This was a very good thing because none of us ever saw the amulet again.

Well anyway, that is how me and a few of my very closest friends became dragons.