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The panel of masters scowled at her, and Clair scowled right back. Despite being one of the Dragon Clan's most promising trainers--and, as Blackthorn Gym Leader, one of its most visible--she didn't get along well with the leaders of her clan. She found them to be stodgy, apprehensive, doddering; in short, they were just holding her back.

The dragon masters, for their part, hadn't made their disdain for her hidden either, and this time, it seemed things were going to come to a head.

"Your behavior is unbecoming of a Gym Leader and of a member of our clan." The elder, the foremost leader of the masters, was glaring down at her.

Clair crossed her arms beneath her breasts, shooting venom his way. "I don't see any issue with how I'm handling my Gym, you senile old fool!"

The panel of dragon masters gasped and tittered, and one iron-haired old biddy wagged her finger at Clair. "Our clan is supposed to have the wisdom of dragons," she said. "Instead, you have a dragon's temper!"

Clair's mouth twitched with a smile. That didn't seem like such a bad thing.

"Once again, you have conjured up a reason to avoiding your responsibilities and not give a victorious trainer a badge," the elder said. "You claim they are not ready, that they lack character, that the use of items--sanctioned by the League, might I add--is improper. And this time--"

"This is the Johto League," Clair cut in, growling. "That interloper from Hoenn had a team of foreign pokemon without one species that can be found on our shores. It hardly seems fair!"

"You cannot keep inventing reasons to ignore your losses!" the elder shot at her. "You are shaming the clan; you shame Dragon-type pokemon themselves!"

"The only shame is that we allow ourselves to be ridden roughshod over by lesser trainers!" Clair's voice was high-pitched with rage and she was jabbing a finger at the elder. "Something that you all could sympathize with if you weren't brimming with dishonor and cowardice!"

This time there was no chorus of gasps. Instead, a flash of light filled the room as a poke ball was released--when it was finished, Clair found herself suddenly bound tightly by the elder's pokemon, a lean yet powerful Dragonair.

"Wh-what--let me--go!" she demanded.

The elder gazed down at her dispassionately. "I hoped it would not come to this, but it seems you are determined to shame us to the last. The Dragon Clan exists to serve draconic pokemon. As Gym Leader, your job was to be a paradigm of them to the world at large. That job is evidently too much for you. Nevertheless, we have found a different way for you to serve dragons."

The Dragonair tightened its coils about her and swept its bauble-tipped tail under her feet, leaving Clair to tumble to the floor with a wail. "What are you doing?" she demanded.

"You have a dragon's temper," the elder replied, folding his arms into his sleeves. "It only fits that the rest of you follows suit. You shall have a dragon's voice, a dragon's skin, a dragon's eyes." As he spoke, the Dragonair was shifting--and Clair's breath caught as the tip of the pokmeon's tail snaked under her skirt, hooking her panties and dragging them low. Exerting force on her, the pokemon maneuvered Clair so that her now-exposed pussy was positioned near the Dragonair's loins--loins from which a growing pair of prominent hemipenes were steadily emerging.

She locked eyes with the elder, suddenly terrified, and he met her gaze. "A dragon's womb," he finished.

Clair had heard the stories, how in ancient times Dragon-type pokemon had been rendered almost extinct, and so the gods had blessed her clan with a special power to propagate with them. Any member of the Dragon Clan who mated with a Dragon-type pokemon would become a pokemon of that species, in order to introduce genetic variance and help rare species stay alive.

Most dismissed the story as an old tale. But Clair knew it was all too true.

"You will be a breeder," the iron-haired woman said, as attendants rushed in. Careful not to dislodge the Dragonair from its grip on her, they removed her clothing until her flesh was flush against the creature's scales. "You will serve and honor dragons with your body and your womb, and you will bear their children. Truly, a more intimate and honorable union with the sacred serpents could not imagined."

"As a Gym Leader, you would have shown off dragons' strength," the elder added, taking over. "But as a breeder, you will give the dragons something far more valuable than publicity--offspring. You will help the line grow strong, mothering dozens--hundreds, perhaps--of Dratini. A life of service to them."

"Hold on," Clair said through gritted teeth and a heart hammering with fearful anticipation. The Dragonair was writhing around her, better positioning itself despite her best efforts. Its two cocks were coming closer and closer to her pussy. "Surely there can be something else."

The elder's reply was instant. "There is nothing."

"But I--ah, wh-wha--nng, nnnggghhauuuuugh!" Any more of Clair's talk was cut off as the Dragonair found its mark.

The cocks entered into her with a sweet fire and the dragon pushed, it pushed, and she was spread wider and wider, her pussy filled with dragon cock, and the Dragonair arched its head high and sang with delight, and Clair's voice also filled the room with a high, desperate moan--

A moan that, to her dismay, was growing softer, more musical, more melodic by the second. A voice that was shifting from that of a human to a Dragonair.

Holding close, the Dragonair rutted into her, its two cocks spreading and splitting her open, and Clair's eyes rolled at the sensation. It was like an endless drumbeat of pleasure being played through her pussy throughout the rest of her body. And that drumbeat served as the backbone for a veritable concert of other sensations.

She was changing.

The changes didn't hurt, though they did feel odd and at times mildly uncomfortable, like a limb that was rested on wrong and had a pinprick sensation. She felt her body morph at the odd feeling's direction--her arms, already pressed against her sides by the dragon's coils, began merging with her body. Her legs, likewise, pressed together, more and more until they weren't coming apart, they couldn't come apart, because they weren't legs anymore: they were a tail.

"Stop the change!" Clair said. The words were hard to form in her mouth, and she barely recognized her voice. "I promise that I--I'll--!"

A particularly fierce buck from the Dragonair cut her off, making Clair keen; the two cocks were stimulating parts of her she didn't even know she had. Whimpering, Clair noted her voice was even softer, more euphonious, and she felt her azure hair retreating, morphing into two feathery wings that adorned the crest of her head. Her nose smoothed as her mouth elongated into a serpentine jaw. An especially thick cluster of the pinprick sensation heralded a pressure at her forehead that became a small, pointed horn. Her vision changed, some colors dulling as others began standing out, and she felt her eyes grow in size.

The elder's pokemon was clutching tighter to her now, but its position had shifted due to the fact that its lover was now long and thin like it. It was entwining its body with hers, wrapping itself around her like they were two sides of strand of DNA, only held closer, so much closer.

It bucked, and she moaned, and it bucked, and she moaned again, euphoria cascading through her. There was an undertow of slight pain to the dragon's presence inside of her, but overall Clair's body was happy to exult in the presence of the cocks within, long and serpentine like their owner.

Her legs--no, her tail--was lengthening and lengthening, stretching out even farther than before. By now she was well twice as long as her human height had been, and her skin was shimmering with the sheen of fine scales in the place of mammalian skin. An oceanic blue was spreading its way down her body, coupled with a pearlescent, foamy white on her underbelly.

Nearly overwhelmed by the twin sensations of the elder's pokemon still passionately mating her and the bodywide sensation of her shape changing, Clair somehow managed to reach through the haze of stimulation to turn her attention back to the panel of dragon masters. "Please," she said, "I'll even stay a Dragonair, just let me be a battling pokemon... not a breeder..."

Or rather, that was what she wanted to say. Her voice came out an inarticulate yet lovely song. A Dragonair's voice was high and lovely, like the evening star put to music, and that's exactly what she sounded like now. There were no words, no protestations, nothing to be done or said--simply the wordless, desperate music of a creature that was in the throes of intense sexual passion. Giving up any attempt at communication, Clair surrendered herself to the elder's Dragonair, clenching tight around its cocks, which felt tight and unique compared even to when it had first begun devoting its attentions to her. Had even her vagina changed to a new shape, one better suited for dragon dick--for milking them of their seed and impregnating itself with a clutch of scaled children?

A dragon's womb...

As she reeled at the thought, she felt the last of the pinprick sensations coalesce near the end of her tail and at the base of her throat, expanding into round, jewel-like orbs. When they had finished, growing, the odd feeling went away.

The change was complete. The woman known as 'Clair' no longer existed--in her place was a sleek and slender female dragon, completely indistinguishable from any other pokemon.

It seemed the change had picked the perfect moment to finish itself. As the pinpricks washed away and Clair was left bobbing along on a sea of sexual pleasure in her unfamiliar new body, the elder's Dragonair rose its voice high once more, rutting into her once--twice--hilting within--

And then its seed flooded Clair's inner tunnel, and her own body responded in kind, fluttering and clenching in orgasm to squeeze more of the pokmeon's cum into itself.

In the aftermath she didn't even bother untangling herself from the Dragonair--the other Dragonair, she realized. She lay, her body still entwined with her counterpart's, as her orgasm slowly ebbed away and her tongue panted in the aftermath.

Dragon seed was still in her, and even at that very moment, it was swimming and finding its way to fill her with a clutch of baby pokemon.

She wasn't a Gym Leader anymore. She wasn't a trainer. She wasn't a human.

She was a breeder, and she'd just been bred.