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Preview - Your Dragon Queen Hermification

By Zmeydros

(Edited by Tiliquain and Secretskunk)

There's a persistent, frigid wind that's trying to strip the trees, and you, off the side of Mount Chevalier. Your shirt, vest, and riding pants aren't helping much with it and you probably would've flown right off the side long ago if you didn't have a thirty-pound gilded horn strapped to your belt.

It's not your fault you're underdressed and at risk of hypothermia. When the Visigoths sacked the town only eight miles from your home this morning, the duke gave you the horn and told you to run up the side of the mountain. He hadn't thought to give you 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" you try to take the branch that goes up the side of the mountain. You make it maybe two feet before the horn pulls you in the direction of the branch that goes off the edge of a cliff. You've been fighting this horn the entire way. When the duke said it would lead you to the Dragon Queen, you didn't think he'd meant it literally. The Dragon Queen better be worth nearly freezing to death and being dragged around by this deranged horn or you're gonna have some strong words for her. Not that you have any idea who, or what, she is. The duke was pretty damn vague about this whole thing.

When you're twenty feet from the edge of the cliff, it's clear that you'll drop a thousand feet or more if you go over it. Has the horn decided killing you is a higher priority than summoning the Dragon Queen? Trying to gain purchase on the mess of rocks under your feet, you attempt to unhook the horn from your belt. Not only are your fingers too cold for fine manipulation, the hook won't budge. As you get within ten feet of the cliff, you try to undo your belt, but it's like the metal of the clasp has been welded together. You start yelling obscenities and you try even harder to resist the pull of the horn as you slide closer and closer to the edge.

Then you yelp as your right foot slips off the edge of the cliff. As the horn pulls you completely over the edge, you start plummeting. The wind bites more as your velocity increases dramatically and you realize you have thousands of feet yet to fall.

Five hundred feet into your non-consensual descent, your belt gets yanked upwards and you get the wind knocked out of you. Your descent slows dramatically as you look up to see the horn holding you aloft by your belt. It's slowly carrying you to a ledge you never would've spotted on your own. As your feet land on the ledge, you're faced with the large open mouth of a cave which is radiating warmth. Unable to feel the tips of your fingers, ears, toes, and nose, you dive into the cave and lay spread eagle on the floor. The warmth permeates your frigid body little by little as magenta light radiates from everywhere around you. From your prone position, you see that the walls of this cave have all been cut like the facets of a gemstone and in each facet is a rune emitting a magenta glow.

Still cold, but finally having sensation in your fingers and toes, you get up to examine the runes. They're even warmer to the touch, but touching them makes your bones buzz and ache. Wondering where the Dragon Queen's going to enter from, you check the walls for seams and look for passages, but find nothing. Maybe she'll fly in to meet you? Now you're feeling that buzzing sensation when you're not close to the runes. As the buzzing gets worse and you start to ache, you get an ominous feeling that the cave sees you as a trespasser. Perhaps blowing the horn, or the dragon it's supposed to summon, will calm it down?

As you grab the horn, you feel it's warm to the touch. The gems embedded in it twinkle as they reflect the runes on the walls. It seems to fit in with this cave perfectly, like it belongs here, and though it's an odd thought, it comforts you.

Grunting and hefting the horn with both arms, you put it up to your lips and blow. The sound it makes is atrocious, thin and uneven and absolutely not something that would call a dragon. You know the problem is you didn't blow nearly hard enough. Taking a few deep breaths you get ready to blow with all your might. Putting your lips on the mouthpiece once more, you blow as hard as you can. The sound is so deep, so resonant, that you feel it in the soles of your heavily-worn shoes. Just as you're starting to run out of breath, pulses of golden light strobe out from the horn, hit the runes in the walls, and get reflected back at you. As the strobes of light hit you, your bones rattle and your muscles twitch.

The horn starts to lose definition, pulsing in your hands. It feels warmer and warmer, its features oozing together. Your heart races as the blob that used to be the horn bursts outwards, sticky strings from it hitting your body from head to toe. As you yelp in alarm, the horn is absorbed into your body, going right through your clothing as if it's not even there. It feels like warm honey as it enters you, and there's pleasure, like being massaged by strong hands all over. It's hard to remain alarmed because every bit of chill in your body has now been chased away and instead of feeling raw from the wind, you feel fresh and renewed. Just after this sense of deep comfort settles on you, your jaw cracks and aches as your nose flattens and your face pushes outwards. Meanwhile, your shirt and vest start feeling mighty tight in the chest area and your balls get a bit claustrophobic in your riding pants.

You gasp as your dick suddenly engorges, making things even more claustrophobic down there. Pleasure from your nipples, dick and balls makes you arch your back and gasp in delight. Then, you groan as a sharp and throbbing pleasure develops behind your balls and digs into your flesh.

The runes are now sending out flashes of energy that nearly knock you over with sheer bliss. Your entire body is swelling larger. Your bones press against your muscles, your muscles press against your skin, your skin presses against your clothing. It's a stack of tension that gets so bad so quickly that your clothes are too tight to get off by the time you realize it's a problem. Near your shoulder blades, it burns as two somethings push out of your back, stretching your shirt taut. Only a dozen seconds later, you hear a cacophony of tearing sounds as the seams of your shirt start giving way. Your biceps, your abdomen, your chest, and your shoulders are all too muscular and full to be contained any longer. The seams on your pant legs pop open bit by bit as your pants are destroyed by your growing, muscular legs and ass. Soon your chest swelling outwards causes the fabric itself to tear and only a few seconds later, your pants start shredding.

The pinching from all the ripping is painful, but the pressure is soon released as your dick breaks free of your pants and your shirt loses its fight with your upper body. As your shirt gives way, you look down in shock. Pert B cup breasts are hanging there, growing larger with every breath. Growing larger right along with them is your dick, which is gaining a line of soft half-inch-long and sensitive barbs on the underside. It's already almost a foot long, and hanging below it, your balls are twice the size you remember them being. Even more surprising, there's orange-and-white striped scales running up your left leg to your sac and it's spreading quickly. As you watch a scaly sheath form, two bulges form at the base of your dick and swell into a nice big knot.

Pleasure jolts through you so hard that you squeak, trying to breathe and moan at the same time. Your nipples, tits, cock, and balls all give you this incredible stretching sensation as they expand faster than the rest of your body. On your back, you feel the twin growths on your shoulder blades reach outwards along with your tailbone. Clicking and cracking, new bones form. When you crane your neck to see what's going on back there, you find wings and a tail.

You stumble as every other sensation in your body takes a back seat to what's going on behind your balls. It feels like the flesh is being pulled inward and it's incredibly close to the sensation of being penetrated. As you arch your back and gasp in delight, muscles twitch inside this forming tunnel. Needing to know what's happening, you reach behind your huge and still-growing balls to find a slippery wet cleft. The whole world spins as you apply pressure and your fingertips slip inside your virgin pussy. Then, suddenly, a sensitive bud of flesh forms at the front and a wave of ecstasy erupts from it.

Girl juice streams down your hand as your snatch clenches rhythmically around your fingers, pulling them deeper. Answering its call, you shove...

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