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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 running up my left leg to to my sac and and it was spreading quickly. As I watched a scaly sheath form, 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...To read the part where he uses his new pussy go get off and grows into a huge, voluptuous herm dragon, go read the rest on my Patreon! There's a whole sexy TF sequence that goes with it too! OR on my Subscribestar!