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You awaken battered and bruised, bearings uncertain. All you know is that you're cold, injured, and it's dark, so dark...

No. You force your eyes open and find yourself looking at the ground, at white snow that seemingly stretches off into the distance. You glance towards the sky and find it filled with dark, ominous clouds that block out much of the sun's light and promise to bury you in a blizzard if you don't find shelter soon. You shiver and lift your unclothed hands off the snow, bringing your right hand to the top of your head. You grimace as you feel the dried blood at the base of your scalp. Someone beat you badly there and you're not sure whom.

Stumbling to your feet, you remove your right hand and look down at yourself. Whoever hurt you took your shoes, socks, and sword, if the empty scabbard at your side meant you owned a sword. You shake your head and wish you could remember something more. All that you can recall is shouting, resistance, and pain.

A cold gust of wind causes you to shiver again and forces you to focus on something more important than memory--survival. Unless your addled mind can quickly think of some way to instantly escape this frozen wasteland, it would be better to start moving. Movement is warmth, movement is life.

You take your first shaky step, noting that your legs hurt too. In fact, every muscle in your body seems to ache. Even your eyelids feel numb and heavy, and it's far easier to relax, to let them close of their own accord and fall into an unwaking slumber than--

No. You force your eyes open and take a step and then another. Your vision is clearer now and you can focus more on observing. You are pleased to find that your initial observations were incorrect--the snow does not in fact go on forever. You can see a few trees here and there and, more promising, what appears to be a cave in the distance. You squint your eyes and you see the dance of firelight upon the cave walls. Shelter!

You laugh at your good fortune and then you are no longer walking--you are running towards the cave, doing your best to ignore the pain and cold as you make your ways towards it. You nearly stumble and trip, but you manage to catch yourself and keep on running. Before you know it, you are standing before the cave. You hesitate for a moment and you are not quite sure why. The firelight and the promise of heat are so enticing. You have to go in--what other choice do you have?

You shuffle into the cave and spot the fire. You gape at its blue flames, for it burns on nothing, apparently subsisting on the stone floor beneath it. Even from this distance you can feel its wondrous warmth and you can already feel yourself starting to thaw. You step towards it and then take a step back when you notice something strange: in the center of the fire lies a band of shimmering, ebony metal. You blink a few times just to make sure you aren't hallucinating because it hadn't been there before, right? You surely would've noticed it and its value and beauty.

Avaricious thoughts flit across your mind as you continue to stare at the band. Survival and remembrance are forgotten in favor of determining the band's value, surely worth more than anything you have on you. If you had it...

If you had it, you could survive! It seemed to be the fuel for the fire and you were sure it would likewise warm you. You step forward and stoop low to the fire. You start to sweat due to your proximity to the heat, but you don't care. All you can think of is retrieving the band. Without considering the danger, you reach a hand forward and into the flames. Surprisingly, they don't burn--rather, they caress your hand with a chill touch. The further you move your hand towards the band, the colder your hand feels until you can feel nothing from it. Still you press on and manage to grab the band with your outstretched hand, though only your sight can confirm what your numb appendage cannot. You let out a laugh of triumph and pull your hand back until you are holding it and the band in front of your face.

Suddenly the fire flickers and then it is extinguished. You don't care though--you have the band and it is warmth enough. You get to your feet and turn the band around in your hand. It is larger than you had thought, big enough to fit around your neck--a collar, really. You look at it and consider. A moment later, you manipulate it so it opens and lift it towards your neck. Your face is rather cold, so why not place it there? The rest of your body is mostly covered so it seems silly to place it anywhere else.

You put the collar around your neck and it suddenly clicks close of its own accord. You relax and let out a sigh of relief. You no longer hurt all over; instead, all you feel is warmth. The heat suffuses you and you can't help but reach out and touch the collar again. It fits snugly around your neck, though it is a bit tighter than you expected. Still, it's comfortable enough and so you bring your hands a little higher, to the smooth, warm scales right above it that seem to be spreading, replacing flesh and--

You come out of your reverie with a gasp and actually feel the scales crawling up and below your neck. Your eyes widen and you look down, grapping at the collar at the same time. You find that whatever mechanism allowed you to open it is gone, the collar now permanently attached to you. And you--you are changing.

You pull at the collar even as the scales continue to spread and it's only when your hands tingle that you let go of your collar. You glance down at them and watch in horror as your fingers meld together until you are left with three thick digits on either hand. A wave of heat surges through both your arms. You blink and watch as small black dots appear across your skin, multiplying so quickly that within a matter of seconds your arms are covered with scales black as night. They continue up to your hands, contorting and twisting them into stumpy extremities, your digits hardening and lengthening into wickedly sharp grey claws. You absentmindedly click them together, too stunned to do anything else.

A similar surge of heat starts at the top of your chest and sweeps down to the tips of your toes, forcing you to your knees. Again you feel the spreading scales gnaw, devour, and replace your flesh and hair, but this time it is more painful as they proliferate all over your body. You quiver and reach for your mail shirt. You have to see what's happening.

You somehow force the armor and cloth shirt under it off, exposing your abdomen to the elements. The cold no longer concerns you, however. Instead, the sight of a nearly fully scaled chest is of more distress. And under it...

You attempt to get to your feet, but they are unresponsive and unwieldy. You notice they are undergoing changes of their own, similar to your hands. You watch as your toes merge together, leaving you with three claws and stumpy feet larger than you had before. On these new extremities you force yourself up, having to use your altered hands to push off the ground so that you can stand, if barely. You stumble on your unfamiliar feet and then you are undoing your belt and letting your pants and underwear drop to the ground, because you have to see, you have to!

Already your legs share the same fate as your arms. More worrying is the sight of your diminished genitals. Of course they should be shrunken from exposure to the cold, but they were never that small. They couldn't be shrinking, could they? Before you can reach out and touch them, your face compresses and compacts. You scream and close your eyes, your cries sounding more animalistic as you bring your hands to your face as if that would ease the pain. Under an unknown hand, your skull is reshaped, flattening, pushing outwards and forwards until your cranium is wholly different than before.

Eyes still closed, you feel around your face. Your nose is gone, replaced by two nostril slits and on either side of your muzzle are a pair fleshy, fernlike protrusions. Higher up are two larger versions of those protrusions--your ears, and these you can move. The flesh on your face is not so smooth as it is pebbled with scales. You open your eyes and open your mouth, letting your wide, forked tongue flop out. You drag this tongue around the inside of your mouth. It seems like you don't have any teeth until a double set of the sharp incisors pop out of nowhere, disappearing just as quickly.

You shake your head, noting how much larger it is than before when a quake in your back causes you to double over in pain. You hiss as two new appendages force their way out of your shoulder blades, the feeling of new nerves and limbs proving too much for a time. You can only feel as they extend and grow. When you feel them flap behind you, you realize with a start that you can control them. You look over your shoulder and watch as your wings grow and grow until you have an impressive wingspan, though you're not quite sure if you really want to make use of it. These new additions leave you feeling unbalanced for only a moment when you feel something poke out from the base of your spine. You twist and turn so that you can see the beginning of a tail tipped by winglike fins poke out. It actually feels good for the tail to grow inch by inch, so much so that you actually grab what you can, shivering in pleasure as it lengthens and rubs over your upward facing hands. When it finishes growing at a length of several feet, you're pleased.

You blink and wonder where this odd thought came from. Having a tail, wings, a draconic cranium, and a scaled body couldn't be right...could it? But what else could it be, really? You can't even remember what you were before or even if there was a before. Weren't you always--

A tingling in your crotch brings your attention to your nethers. You watch with muted disdain as your strange, shrunken genitals quiver and shrivel, disappearing into a scaled cleft that looks more in line with the rest of your body. You shiver as even more changes down there, thighs thickening while what little is left of your manhood takes its place as your clitoris while soft, twin folds of scaled flesh form around the unfamiliar crevice. Strangely pleasurable tingles run up your spine when your insides shift, leaving your lower abdomen feeling warm and fecund with fertility. Simultaneously, your shoulders narrow and hips widen noticeably in preparation for your new role--

New? You blink. You put your arms on your wide hips and wonder why any of this would seem new. You are female after all as the hot slit in between your legs attests to.. You look down at your chest and you're disappointed by what you find. Flat as a board, you wonder how--

Or wait. Your yet existing nipples thicken and press forward as the flesh under them moulds and forms into twin small, soft spheres. These remain only small for a few seconds as much to your delight they expand and grow into a nice set of sensitive breasts that you can just cup with your claws. They are heavy to hold and hefting and dropping them to let them hang free certainly shows you that they have some weight to them. You squeeze your breasts and giggle in a high-pitched tone, loving the electric heat they send directly to your crotch. Leaving one set of claws on a breast, you reach back with the other and grab at your firm buttocks. Then you reach your hand and tease your sex, causing you to quaver in pleasure. You look in admiration at your curvy, sensuous form, your ears perking up. You're hot, so hot. You need something to quench this heat...

You look to outside the cave and to the falling snow. You shake your head. That's not going to work. You can barely feel the cold in this form, your proper one.

"Well, well," you hear. Your ears swivel before your head does, but when you do, you're staring into a pair narrowed, green cat-like eyes in the dark. "The collar fits."

You stare at the eyes, standing still even when their owner stepped out of the dark, revealing a likewise nude male of your kind. He regards you with a look of overt lust that makes you shiver in anticipation.

"I am the master," he says. "And _you...you_are my--"

"I know what I am," you say, your voice a higher pitch than before, demure and pleasant. You step forward and push into him. Though surprised, he catches you in his strong arms and holds you against him. You giggle as you feel something hard press again you below. He chuckles as well, groping your breasts with both hands momentarily before bringing one hand to your sensitive slit.

"So," he rumbled, looking at you, his pupils now wide and playful. "You know what you are?"

"Yes," you reply, reaching your own claws to play with something of his.

"Are_you_ sure?"

You nod and lick the side of his muzzle with your tongue. He pulls you even closer and holds your arms by your side and envelops you with his wings.

"What are you?" he asks.

You answer quickly. "Your mate."

"It's good you know that, isn't it?"

You nod again.

"Wonderful."

You can't help but agree.