Wish's Want
Odd...
Vylk squinted at the land below. His eyes widened and smile came over his face after a moment of searching.
"Yes!" he shouted.
Vylk's mount Durt, a Night Fury dragon so named for the specks of brown that mingled with his otherwise black scaled hide, looked back at his rider with one eye wide and the other narrowed. Vylk nodded and patted the reptile's neck.
"Land up there!" Vylk said, patting Durt's neck and pointing to a cliff upon which rested the ruins of a familiar orange limestone building, familiar because he had heard of its mention by a traveler only a few days ago. Vylk only had seconds to steel himself for a landing as Durt abruptly swooped down.
Vylk grunted as Durt hit a little rougher than he would have wished. He held on as tightly as he could as Durt skidded across the ground, but it was not enough. He let out a involuntary yell as he was flung off the dragon and onto the ground. He grunted as he rolled for a few second until he ended up on his back, gasping for breath and staring up into diminished sun. Painfully sitting up, he soon found himself looking into Durt's concerned eyes.
"Rrrr?" Durt asked, giving Vylk a quick lick across his face. Vylk grimaced and pushed the Night Fury away. He forced himself onto his feet and pointed a finger at himself.
"I'm fine," he said. "But..." he narrowed his eyes at Durt. "You're not. That landing was horrible. No treats tonight!"
Vylk patted a pouch at his side. Durt's eyes widened and his head darted for it. With some effort, Vylk forced the dragon away from the pouch.
"No!" he shouted. "None, you dumb dragon!"
Durt hissed and whined, his head and ears drooping. The Night Fury's gaze passed over Vylk and then his eyes widened. He bounded past Vylk, knocking the man to the side. Vylk barely caught himself. He snarled and was about to shout at the dragon again when he too caught sight of what Durt had. Inside of the limestone building was a tall, cracked pillar upon which sat a gleaming gold sphere, the valuable the traveler had hinted the building contained.
"Wait!" he called after Durt as the Night Fury bounded towards the object. Hearing its master's call, Durt surprisingly came to a halt and looked towards Vylk.
"Don't touch it!" Vylk said. "You'd probably break it, you clumsy oaf! Let me see it."
Durt obediently waited while Vylk walked into the building until he stood before the pillar. He looked up to the sphere, its golden surface leading to thoughts of avarice. He grabbed for it and quickly found he lacked the reach, even when standing on his tiptoes. He turned his head to Durt and pointed up at the sphere.
"Fine," he said with a sigh. "Get it. Just be ca--"
Before Vylk could finish his sentence, Durt ran toward the pillar and launched himself into the air. Vylk instinctively ducked as the Night Fury caught itself on the pillar. Durt reached for sphere with one forepaw. Unable to get a good enough grip on the sphere with just one, he grabbed at the sphere with both forepaws it, caught it, and promptly fell due to no longer having a hold on the pillar. Realizing too late what was going to happen, Vylk raised his arms and yelled at Durt dropped right upon him.
Once he regained his sense, Vylk found himself facing the ground pinned by the Night Fury's mass.
"No wonder your landings are so heavy," Vylk wheezed as he squirmed as best as he could from out under the dragon. "You are heavy! You need to lose some weight! I think no treats for a week, at least!"
Vylk successfully removed himself from Durt. He dusted off his leather jerkin and turned to his mount.
"Are you listening to me?" Vylk asked. "I'm talking to you, you--"
Vylk's mouth remained open as his gaze fell upon the sight in front of him. Durt had not been paying attention to Vylk because his gaze was solely focused on the glowing golden orb clutched in his forepaws. Aside from its increased illumination output, the sphere was also now semi-transparent. Inside, Vylk could see something wispy moving about. Remembering the traveler's story, Vylk stepped forward and swiped the orb from distracted Durt's grasp.
"Mine!" Vylk growled. "You'd better not have messed this up..."
Durt looked dolefully up at Vylk staring into the orb's foggy depths. The man narrowed his eyes at the orb as he tried to recall exactly what to do. After some deliberation, he carefully rubbed the orb with one hand.
"Come forth, djinn!" he shouted. "Grant me my desires!"
Vylk held his breath as he awaited a response. In the interim, Durt hissed and nudged Vylk's arm. Vylk snarkled and stepped away from the dragon. Then a response came, a voice that sounded like a smoky sigh.
"Mortal, I already serve another."
"Huh?" Vylk tilted his head. "Another what? I'm the only one who--"
Vylk's voice melted into silence as his gaze turned Durt. The Night Fury stared up at him and then opened his mouth into a goofy toothless smile.
"No," Vylk said. "You? You're too stupid to even know what this is!"
"Mortal," the soft voice spoke again. "Your servant has already wished." "No!" Vylk screamed, still staring at Durt. "How? A wish? This isn't funny, Durt? What are you smiling about. I--"
As Vylk returned his focus to the orb, his gaze passed over his arm. Normally he wouldn't have given his appendage a second glance, but something about it caused him to look at it more closely. The edge of his skin that was left exposed between his gauntlet and leather jerkin was a different color than normal. In fact, further scrutiny made it appear as if the affected area was not skin at all or something close enough, thick and pebbly as it was--
"Gah!" Vylk screeched, lifting up his afflicted left arm. Remembering the orb, he cupped it tightly in his right hand as he frantically examined his left arm. The dark violet scales crept up over his exposed skin and he could feel as it spread even out of sight.
"What..." Vylk gasped. "What did Durt wish for?"
"Mortal, your servant wished for another like him."
"Another..." Vylk whispered, glancing over at Durt. The Night Fury still had that same smile across his draconic face that made Vylk angry despite the horrifying situation. "Get that stupid smile off your face!"
Durt closed his mouth and took a step away. Vylk shook his head and returned his attention to the orb. He grimaced as he felt the scales further spread up to his shoulder and hand while another spot of scales sprouted on his right arm. The orb was the key to prevent the rest of this transformation--he had to focus on it.
"Djinn!" he called. "I am the master here! My servant's wish is of no consequence."
"Mortal, your servant is my master."
"I don't care!" Vylk shrieked. "Undo this! I won't be like Durt!"
"Mortal, you will and you will not."
Vylk shuddered as the scales reached his fingers. The pinky and ring finger of his left hand merged together as the now four fingered shifted into durable claws, ripping through his gauntlets. The wrists and the area beneath them thickened with flesh and muscle.
"Will and will not?" Vylk repeated. "What do you mean?"
"Mortal." Here the voice paused, as if relishing what is was to say next. "Your servant wished for a mate."
For a moment, Vylk heard the words but did not truly understand. Then their meaning became clear to him.
"No," he whispered.
"Mortal, he wished for a mate in both body and mind."
"No!"
Vylk took the orb in both hands, noting in terror that both his arms were covered with scales and hands converted into forepaws much like Durt's own--still somewhat human and definitely smaller, but too close too a Night Fury for Vylk not to panic.
"Stop this!" Vylk shouted. "Stop this!"
Vylk grimaced as the scales spread from his shoulders and to his chest. They gnawed at his skin and replaced it with resilient scales, spreading far too fast for his liking. He did not have much time...
"Mortal, what is done cannot be undone."
However, Vylk refused to accept this. He stared into the orb, trying to recall something from the traveler's tale. He knew he could have easily undid the wish with another, but only if he had control. Unfortunately, he did not. There had to be some way, there had to be!
Something above Vylk's rear suddenly tugged. He fell onto it and hissed--actually hissed, he realized--as he sat on the ground dumbfounded. He could feel the scales spreading across his back, a sensual massage that left cool violet flesh behind, and also something pushing quite _painfully_against the seat of his pants. He grunted and hurriedly got to his feet despite the pain. Holding the orb between his chin and neck, he undid his belt and dropped his pants, leaving his bottom half only in his drawers. Instantly there was relief as something slithered out from the base of his spine while the scales continued their journey downwards. He looked over his shoulder and gasped as he saw a tail not quite unlike Durt's lying across the ground firmly attached to his body.
"I have a tail," he whispered to himself, staring at the appendage. Curious, Durt came over and batted at it.
"Stop that!" Vylk shouted at the Night Fury.
Suddenly weight in this chest caused Vylk to lurch forward onto his hand. His upper chest felt weightier now as the flesh beneath his nipples pushed out. Confused, he ripped off his jerkin and moved to remove his shirt when the scale finally reached his neck--and his head.
The sphere fell from Vylk's chin as he grabbed at his reshaping skull. He wanted to yell, to scream as his cranium flattened, but he could make no noise as his throat and mouth underwent changes. His nosed disappeared, remaining as only two nostril slits, as the rest of his skull pushed forward and outward into a decidedly nonhuman configuration. His ears melded into the sides, reforming at the top as they lengthened into fernlike protrusions, joined by two smaller fins on each side of his skull. He would have bit his tongue at the pain from the changes had his teeth not retracted inwards, shifting into sharp incisors while hidden away. His tongue thinning and lengthened until it drooped outside of his mouth, forking at the end. He coughed a little and swore he could almost taste fire.
Vylk grabbed at his eyes as he went temporarily blind as they shifted. When he could see again, they were reptilian, gold colored with black, slitlike pupils. Now that he could see again, he realized he had lost grip of the sphere. He grabbed at it blindly when the same pressure on his chest reappeared. This time he managed to rip apart his undershirt with his claws and gaze at horror what was developing there. Right before his very eyes, his scaled pecs were softening and pushing out spheres that could only be...
"Breasts?" Vylk moaned as the flesh developed quite pleasurably. How could this be? Female night furies certainly did not have breasts. No reptiles did. But...but he was still human enough, was he not? It seemed he still retained some of his humanity. Still, this was embarrassing. They were to be gone at some point, but it meant he was to be female in the end.
Curious despite himself, Vylk grabbed the growing breasts into his clawlike hands, purring from the pleasure the touch brings and how it makes him harder down there. They finished growing at a size he could comfortably cup, a detail even he did not understand why he noted. He returned his attention to the search for the orb. Finding it nestled near his crotch, he reached for it, his claws faltering as he hears something tear. He looks at his feet and sees how his feet have become akin to his hands, though stumpy and the claws much less dextrous. With his entire body covered in scales and his conversion to the rough approximation of a female night fury almost complete, Vylk realized he was very nearly out of time.
He grabbed for the orb again and took hold of it. Unfortunately, he was not quite used to his claws, so it fell out between them and rolled forward on the ground in front of it. He swore and groped for it as it fell out of his reach. His waist pinched in and his shoulders narrowed as he awkwardly crawled forward. Just as he reached forwards for the orb again, something in his crotch tugged inwards.
The voice laughed ominously.
Vylk gasped in a decidedly higher pitched tone as his genitals churned. He reached one clawed hand to pull his drawers down to reveal these new changes when they seemingly came down of their own accord. No! Durt had pulled it down, revealing his genitals. As much as Vylk wanted to be angry at the Night Fury for rendering him naked and exposing his shame to all, he could only watch in mute horror as what remained of his manhood pulled into a scaled cleft. He shivered pleasurably as the crevice slurped what remained of his masculinity up, gurgling and twisting until what remained of his shaft was a small clitoris that sat proudly atop scaled folds of a quivering cleft.
Vylk whimpered as the most painful of the changes occurred internally, ensuring that_she_ was female both biologically and functionally. She blinked rapidly as she stared at her womanhood, unnoticing as her hips widened and her breasts grew just slightly larger. She only snapped out of her trance when Durt gave her exposed nethers a curious sniff and then lick, sending through her body and brain unfamiliar yet wonderful sensations.
"Durt!" she cried out, her voice high-pitched and with little actual force behind it. "Don't!"
Her eyes fell to the orb. She had to focus! Focus! The changes were not complete, after all. She still did not have her wings.
"Djinn!" Vylk cried out, grabbing the orb. "Cease this and I will do anything you wish! No, not cease! Undo!"
"Mortal, what is done cannot be undone."
"No!" Vylk shrieked shrilly. She stared at the orb knowing it was futile, knowing that the answers were not inside but--
Vylk paused. The sphere was cracked. Cracked because of Durt's original grabbing of it or because of it falling from her grip earlier? She cared not.
Vylk smashed the orb against the ground. It bounced back in her hand, but was visibly more cracked than it had been before. Without a moment of hesitation, she brought it with full force against the ground again. This time it shattered, scattering into hundreds of pieces across the ground. The mist, now freed, floated upwards. Vylk grasped at it, but it passed through her clawed hands.
"Come back!" Vylk yelled. "Change me back!" The mist faded into the sky, leaving behind only the echo of a silent laugh.
"No..." Vylk whispered, getting unsteadily to her feet. When something jiggled, she looked down and was once again reminded that she now had breasts. And further below provided definite proof that she was no longer a man too. In addition, she was naked, save for the torn remnants of the boots on her feet.
"Rrr?" she heard from behind her.
Vylk turned around slowly and found Durt staring curiously at her. No, she corrected herself, not at her, but at her crotch. She too found her gaze drawn to his hindquarters and saw something she had never expected to see.
"Durt!" she said. "No!"
Durt tilted his head and sniffed the air. He nodded and took a step towards her.
"No!" she said, more forcefully again. "I'm not your mate. Your wish wasn't granted, you stupid...urgh!" Her gaze was drawn to her feminine form. "Well, it wasn't fully granted. And you know what that means?"
Durt smiled that same, stupid smile.
"No!" she repeated and this time Durt seemed to be listening as if she actually was Vylk, like she was. Right? She shook her head.
"You're still my dragon, Durt. You're still my mount." Vylk looked down at what remained of her clothes. "I'm going to get as best...dressed as I can and then we're going to get out of here. Got it?"
Durt nodded.
"Good," Vylk muttered. "Maybe you're not so dumb..."
While Vylk gathered her clothes, she began to set to thinking. Perhaps being like this would not be so bad. After all, Durt could do some damage with his fire blast and whose to say she could not do the same? True, she did not have wings like her mount but...her mount was her mount. And maybe one day they could switch the roles, just for a little bit...
Vylk sniffed the air. What was that smell? She looked over to Durt and shook her head.
"NO! No, Durt," she said. "Not now. Not ever. But maybe..." She paused and smiled. "But maybe later."