Dragoness Becoming
#2 of Becoming
Dragoness Becoming
By Von Krieger
Traz awakened from his blissful dreams feeling hot and sticky. Rather than the phantom chill of his nightmares, there had been a sweet, pleasant warmth. The heat of warm, smooth scales pressed against his small, comparatively soft body. He felt so horny, his erection throbbed, the sensation going deeper than it had ever before. It felt like his entire pelvic region ached with need.
The elf's mind went over the recent events and he gasped with horror. They had drugged him and had him fuck a beast! "What the hell did they do to me?" he growled, and then stopped. His voice was higher pitched, more feminine than masculine.
His gaze immediately dropped downward. His general thinning out and general offness of form the previous day had bloomed into full on female features. The shape of his arms, legs, hands, feet, and more than likely his face were all quite feminine. The puffiness of the flesh around his nipples was far worse, the beginnings of breasts. They were making him a woman!
A hand went between his legs, encountering a warm, wet stickiness on the skin. His erect cock felt the same, but the balls and sack beneath it had shrunk and were in the process of fully retracting into his body.
The pale pink-purple shade of his skin had darkened as well, now a shade of lilac. His nails had been completely grown over with skin. They had become small, blunt claws. The elf ran his tongue around in his mouth and winced at the result. His tongue felt longer and thinner, his teeth more pointed.
His feminine body ached and throbbed, muscles feeling sore from transformation, his flesh demanding that he be violated again. He had never suspected that the Devotees had done anything like this. Being changed into a dragonkin was bad enough, but a female dragonkin? He shuddered and curled into a ball in the straw. What was the point of it? Why would they change him like this? What was the point in making a woman of a man?
Traz flinched as the door to his cell opened, and he quickly backed into a corner, looking up at the jailor with fear and horror. The dragonkin carried a collar and leash in his claws. Traz looked from the items to the dragonkin's scaled face.
"It's time for exercise." The dragon rumbled; his voice deep. The sound seemed to carry right to the elf's groin and he moaned softly. His altered body's arousal heightened, it wanted this male, and wanted him badly. Tears ran down his face as he fought the instinct to go forward and present himself to the dragonkin.
"Why are you doing this to me? Making me... a girl..." Traz whimpered.
His captor smiled and set down the leash, picking up the transforming elf in his arms and hugging him gently. Traz felt himself relaxing and couldn't help but wrap his arms around the creature's neck, returning the gesture. He even began to purr as the huge beastman began to rub his back.
"You are being reborn, little elf." The dragonkin said softly, "And all Dessarra's children are given the opportunity to show if their dragon selves are males, females, or beyond gender entirely. Your spirit has decided that, for the moment, it wishes to be female. Perhaps it will decide differently in the end. But, for now, it seems you shall be a dragoness."
Traz lowered his head, "O-okay..." he said with soft acceptance. The dragonkin loosened the hug and the elf pulled back, looking into the creature's eyes. He licked his lips and leaned forward, the creature's muzzle met Traz' lips, and Traz' knee met the dragon's groing.
The guard exhaled explosively, groaning in agony, dropping to the floor, clutching himself. The fool had left the cell door open, which Traz made for.
He passed several cells, some empty, some not. All sorts of humanoids looked out at him as he ran passed. Some cheered him on, others yelled for guards and pointed, others shrunk into a corner at the sight of movement.
The elf had no idea where to go, but he knew that the guard barracks was in the opposite direction. The exercise room was just beyond it. Traz hoped that was where all the guards were.
He made it to the stairway and quickly headed downwards, towards the base of the tower. Traz leaped down the stairs a flight at a time, paying no attention to the danger, wanting to get as far away from his cell as quickly as possible.
He hoped he could steal some clothing, as warm as it was inside the tower, and his comfort with it, likely he was even more sensitive to the harsh chill of the land outside. His coloration was not that of any of the cold-loving dragons Traz knew of, though he didn't know anything about purple or pink dragons. He'd never heard of such a creature.
The sound of several sets of clawed feet running on stone echoed through the stairwell. Not caring where it lead, Traz pushed through a doorway and out onto another floor. The air was cooler here than on his floor and in the stairwell, it was also quite humid. The air was wet and clung to his skin.
The air smelled of life, white leafed plants grew in the wide open space. It was then that Traz realized he'd gone the wrong way. He wasn't in the tower, he was under it. This wasn't a room, this was a cavern. The sound of flowing water could be heard, and Traz headed towards it.
He didn't see anyone, or anything, around. He presumed that this was some sort of underground garden, to grow fruits and vegetables, or just for the pleasure of walking through in a climate far removed from such a place.
Water spilled down a waterfall nearby into a small pond, which held the water until it flowed outward in a small channel that wound through the room. Traz ducked into the berry bushes alongside the pond, peering out at the doorway from between the leaves.
His racing heart began to calm as the minutes passed, no one entered the garden cavern looking for him. The elf sat back in the bushes and sighed softly, trying to think of how he could possibly make his escape.
Traz wondered what his punishment would be if he were recaptured; or if he would even be punished. That would be just like them, giving him a bit of a scolding and a disappointing look and go on like nothing happened. Yeah, that sounded like what the Devotees of Dessarra would do.
There were far more of them than anyone could possibly suspect. The frozen ground was not the sort that one would typically go digging in. All those who knew of them knew only of the tower, not the caverns that spread out beneath it.
Traz wondered how deep the tunnels went, and how vast they wound through the landscape. He had heard of the Under Realms, entire nations living deep between the stone and soil.
Tear trickled down the elf's cheeks. He had no idea how far down he was, he had no idea where he would emerge on the surface, and it would be incredibly risky to sneak around and steal the clothes and rations he needed for his escape.
He snuffled softly, in all his time here he had never seen an creature that lacked scales and a tail roaming the hallways he had been lead through. He'd stick out like a sore thumb.
And on the subject of sore, the little running he had done made his muscles ache more than his slow transformation already did. He was still horny as hell to boot. Even more so being so close to the dragonkin guard had turned him on so much. Traz bit his lip and tried not to think about it.
He had no idea how long he' had been asleep, nor did he have any idea how long how the concoction they'd put in his soup would last. His anus clenched and unclenched, and a stick wetness dribble from it. It was disgusting. Like precum.
The thought of it made Traz sick to his stomach. Rather than making him a humanoid female, they were transforming him into a reptile with a cloaca, the excretory and reproductive systems utilizing the same opening. It was disgusting and it felt so terribly wrong.
Traz realized that he was making quite a puddle beneath him, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to have anything to do with the Devotees' plans. He wasn't going to pleasure himself unless they forced him; no matter how uncomfortable the throbbing of his elven and reptilian sexes got.
"Are you lost, little female?" hissed a voice from behind Traz.
The elf spun and looked up to see the black, serpentine head of a true dragon peering down over the bushes at him. The beast was perhaps the size of a horse, but larger and longer. It was as much serpent as it was dragon, thin in the middle with a long tail, rather than the broad chest most true dragons had.
"I'm not a female!" he said in protest, cursing his twisted form. The very sight of the creature made his heat-stricken desires almost irresistible.
The creature smiles, showed over large, white fangs, "Ah, my mistake; I did not see that you had not yet completed your rebirth. You smell like a female in heat, so I supposed that such is what you were. Escaped did you?"
Traz lowered his head, no sense in denying it. "Yes."
"Good." The dragon said with a chuckle, "It keeps the guards on their toes. Complacent bastards. Now, come out of there and let me take a good look at you."
The dragon's voice was low and sweet sounding, a joy on the ears, hypnotic. Traz couldn't help but obey him, stepping out of the berry bushes to stand before him, a blush spreading across his features as he did so, standing naked in front of the mighty dragon.
The creature slowly circled the elf, looking him over. "You have been mated once as a female, have you not?" he purred, the tip of his tail sliding over the back of Traz' neck, causing him to shiver.
He nodded, blush deepening, "Yes, just the once." He said softly, "C-can you help me get out of here?"
The dragon shrugged, "Perhaps, if it is the will of the goddess. But likely not. Many have asked me for aid in escaping, but to date I have not aided a single one, I am sorry to say. Well, I'm not sorry, but the look on your face saddens me. I do not like to see a heat stricken female sorrowful while she is in a prime position for breeding."
"I'm not a female!" Traz growled, but the words lost their effect as he moaned when the beast licked his rump.
"It matters not, little elf, eventually you will be. And right now I will use you as one. Your scent is delicious and stirs even a dragon such as myself to arousal." The serpentine dragon purred, nuzzling Traz's neck.
His muscles seemed to have locked, Traz couldn't move himself at all, he could only stand their and let the dragon caress him.
"It is fortunate for you that you have escaped before your second mating. For such is perhaps the most important even of your rebirth. You see, the second determines your final shape. The third determines your role, and the fourth seals your fate forever. How lucky you are to have the honor of becoming one of my own race." He rumbled, "Down on all fours, please."
The elf's body reacted without consulting his mind and he dropped to his knees and leaned forward onto his hands, legs spread, "Please, please don't!" he begged, looking back at the dragon, eyes wet with tears.
"You will be made a dragon, little elf, one way or the other. Look at my form, is it not beautiful? Would you rather be sure of what sort of dragonkin you will become, rather than letting the Devotees chose for you?" he purred, positioning himself over her. Traz hated himself for the soft moan he let out as the beast's scales rubbed against his back. He hated himself even more as he pressed up against them.
His stupid body, his stupid fucking body; Traz felt himself nodding, though he wasn't sure if his sex-crazed dragon-slut flesh was agreeing with the fact that the dragon was beautiful or that he wanted to chose to be this sort of dragon. He didn't want to be any sort of dragon. He wanted to get free, to return to his old life. To raise an army and hunt these blasted Devotees of Dessarra to the ends of the underworld and back if he had to.
Tears of pleasure mixed with tears of pain as the dragon entered him. Much different from the small drake; the black scaled beast was far larger, and it hurt to be spread so side. The creature's cock was longer and tipped with a spade-shaped head. Traz managed to regain control over his body for a moment, and tried to pull away, only to discover why it was shaped as it was.
Much like an arrow, the wideness at the base made it difficult to pull out. While the tip pushed him open slowly, Traz couldn't see a way to pull away from the dragon's prick without hurting himself. He slumped down, head against the ground, defeated.
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The pleasure of the act hurt Traz far more than any sort of physical torture would. But the worst was the dragon's voice. The honey-sweet, low, melodic tone that spoke right to his draconic flesh, ignoring Traz' mind and will. The transformed elf found himself slowly walking up the stairs, head lowered in shame and submission.
She felt sick, the way her body craved draconic seed, the hunger she had felt when the dragon had climaxed in her, the way she had instinctively milked him for every last drop, the warmth that had begun to spread from her belly the moment the beast had withdrawn from her.
Tears trickled down Traz' cheeks, he had to concentrate hard to keep thinking of himself as a male. He felt so tired and achy. He needed to lie down. The elf pushed the door open that lead to her cell block.
Standing guard at the corner was the soldier she had injured. She approached him slowly and hugged him. She couldn't help it; the instinct driven dragon-slut inside of her was taking over. She was so sleepy; it was so very hard to think.
"Master, can you put me back in my cell? I'm so very tired." Traz said softly, closing her eyes as the dragonkin gently picked her up.
"Sleep well, my little run away," the dragonkin purred, "For when you awaken, you shall have the honor of discovering your role amongst your new people."
Traz purred softly as he kissed her forehead.
"You were a naughty girl, but I knew you wouldn't escape. There's nowhere for one undergoing rebirth to run without his or her scent drawing lustful dragons. And one other thing, my pet."
"Mmm?" the elf mumbled.
"Dragons' testicles are internal. I just thought you'd like to know." He said with a huge grin as Traz fell into the blessed grip of unconciousness.