The Dragons Dungeon (TFTG)

 The Dragons Dungeon

A TFTG story created from my work on the game Transformania Time 

Awkwardly Formatted

CW:  Unwilling Permanent Change - Mental Changes - Implied Non Consent - Non Anthro Dragon

NOTE:
This is an edit of an in game ‘quest’ I wrote for the game ‘transformaniatime’ which when it is added in the November update will be fully playable their. The version presented here represents only a fraction of the written content for that quest, heavily reworked to function as a story and ignoring about 7 ‘bad end’ transformations for failing at certain points, alternate paths and 2 of the three endings (and even the ending presented is RADICALLY different from its in game incarnation), all of which represent pages of juicy TF/TG content you will not get here.

I am uploading this here as something of a preview and… Honestly because though hundreds of people will end up playing the quest, I don’t think more than a handful will bother actually reading it and I spent about 2 weeks writing out about 50 pages of fiction and I would really, REALLY like it if someone other than me ever actually read more than a few paragraphs of the endings.

If you enjoy the story, head over to TT and try out my other quests:
A Day of Sun at Sapphire Lake
Evil TF Cabin IV: The Re-Harvesting
Evil TF Cabin V: The Carnival of Chaos
Evil TF Cabin VI: Hell In Space
And naturally when it comes out, the full version of:
The Dragons Dungeon

https://www.transformaniatime.com

And now without further ado I give you an edited story cobbled together form parts of a game script I wrote…

It’s better than that makes it sound, though to be brutally honest, it’s a bit janky in places, especially since ‘you’ are meant to be a stand in for a PC who cannot talk, express any sort of character and is basically just a blank slate for people to project their character onto. So basically every with ‘you’ speaking is more or less me rewriting bits where it originally just said something like, “You ask about Mike.” And tried to basically retroactively turn ‘you’ into a character, which honestly weirdly feels like doing a MST3K riff on my own prior writing, with the character of ‘you’ just interjecting here and there to say things and ask questions I felt were not properly addressed in the work as written…

In other words, what your reading is Past Duhad and Present Duhad fighting over a story to try and make a round peg fit a square hole so that she, Present Duhad, can at least put out something after spending so long working on this and another quest for TT without being able to spare anytime at all for straight up fiction work.

Anyway, a proper story will be coming soon… ™.  


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You look over the board advertising local gaming events and ponder if any of them would be worth your time… There's a War Halberd 3000 miniature tournament coming up, but you didn’t bring your minis. There's an Arcane the Gatherer thing, but honestly cards that let you just pretend to be a powerful mage seem a bit quaint when your trapped in a town full of wizards, witches and mystical beings of supreme supernatural power. Your honestly about to pass it all by when you see an opening for a fourth player at a role playing offering a rather alluring golden prize for anyone who can defeat a HIGH LEVEL dungeon run. You peer a bit closer and read out the details.
 
‘Due to the recent departure of our friend Mike, a seat has opened up for a third player at our weekly Dwellings and Drakes game night. For anyone advanced enough to run with a high level and demanding party, the prize of a solid gold trophy remains up for grabs to anyone who can complete my home brewed adventure. However, I must warn you, due to the nature of the game we need someone multi skilled and who is at least passingly charming, given Mike was the face of the group.’
 
‘Below is an attached picture of the prize, just so you know what your playing for. Just be warned, we take role playing VERY seriously, so expect to stay in character thru the whole session.’
 
True to the note there's a picture under the flyer which your sure would not be allowed in any game store outside of this town… Well not in the US at any rate. It’s of a golden chalice with a similarly golden statue of a buxom, nude elf wrapped around its handle, one hand down between her legs as the other reaches up to tug on a chain attached to a collar around her neck. She looks to be torn between fear and arousal, her mouth shaped in such a way as to be impossible to tell if she’s moaning in despair or bliss.
 
Your not really sure why such an expensive and erotic item is on the line for a simple role playing game challenge, but you know you want it! That thing would sell for a fortune! Assuming you don’t just keep it…
 
Without hesitation you pull the flyer from the wall and dial the number provided. The phone rings twice before you hear a voice on the other end, “You got Luke.”

“Hey,” You respond and fold the letter out. “I saw your flyer and wanted to see if that opening was still, well open?”

“Oh shit!” Luke’s exhales, giving you the strong impression you caught the other man mid cigarette brake. “Man, your timing is superb! The replacement I was going to use just dropped, so your in! You still at the game store?”

“Ya, literally just picked the flyer up.” You reply, looking around in hopes of maybe seeing the man himself if he’s around. “When’s the game?”

“I am on my way over, though I was about to cancel since I thought we were going to be down a player.” He takes a long, audible drag and then, “Just head into the room, the other players will be their in a couple minutes.”

A moment later the line goes dead, leaving you no time to thank him. You put away your own phone and head into the room, figuring that he likely was just heading to his car or maybe walking over here anyway.
 
You do not have to wait long for the other players, within a few minutes a tall woman with curly brown hair and a short man with a thick beard and a slightly ponchy gut walk into the room holding books and a shared bag of dice. They look oddly grim and determined for a couple of role players, though you guess that the prize on the line would turn even the friendliest dork into a real hard ass. When they spot you, their grim looks soften slightly and they wave, walking over.
 
As the shorter man sets down their supplies the woman walks over and offers you her hand. “Hi, my name’s April. You must be the new player Luke mentioned, right?”

“Ya, that’s me.” You smile and shake her outstretched hand.

“Nice to meet you. This is Ben,” She points to the harry man who waves. “He’s player number three, though I guess you figured that out. Luke should be here pretty soon, but before he gets here…” She sits down and scoots her chair in closer to yours. “Are you sure you want to do this? Our games get kind of… Intense.”
 
You cock an eyebrow at this and ask, “How… Intense are we talking?” Your mind flashes back to the picture of the prize and you start to suspect that this simple ‘role playing game’ might not be as straightforward as it first seemed...

The woman pulls back, looking annoyed and shakes her head. “Never mind, just keep your head in the game. Third time's the charm…” She mutters the last almost too herself as a fairly average man enters the room and strides confidently to the head of the table your sitting at.
 
“Gentlemen,” He smiles oily at the woman as he pulls the heavy golden trophy from his bag. “My lady.” The woman’s face turns red and you notice her friend reaching out to hold her back slightly as she looks about ready to leap over the table and chock the game master. “Maybe today will finally be the day you all walk away with the gold…” The man chuckles and sets up his GM screen. “But first we have a new player and a new character to introduce.”

Luke seems totally at ease, ignoring the murderous stares of his players and slowly pulling out sheets of paper along with various books. After a few minutes of this, he looks up, first to you and then to the others. “Why don’t you tell our new friend here what your playing.” He smiles back to you. “Then he can make up his mind on what he might like to play based on that.”
 
April looks like she’s about to spit at Luke when her friend Ben intervenes, jutting his friendly, bearded face between the two of them and forcing a bit of room. “Hi,” He starts, “My name is Ben and I am playing Hollis the Wise, an elven wizard from the gray kingdom to the east! My companions and I have been on many grand adventures together, but we are always ready to welcome new members to our little family.” He looks at you and smiles, resembling nothing so much as a younger, fitter Santa Clause.
 
April finally sits back and relaxes slightly, though she folds her arms as she ignores you and stares directly at Luke. “I’m April, I’m also Godiva of Green River, a dwarven former thief and pickpocket who has turned her talents to saving the good from the tyranny of the wicked.” Her eyes narrow. “And who never gives up on the people she loves. Ever.”
 
Luke smiles a little wider and runs his finger over the rim of the cup, looking to you. “Very good, now then… Who will you be playing?”
 
You open up your own copy of the player's hand guide, flipping to the second on races and start, “Well I was thinking I might try a-”
 
“Actually, I have a better idea,” Luke suddenly interjects, pulling a sheet out from behind his screen. “It’s a special class, perfect for this adventure… A dragon slayer.” You notice the other players faces go red as Luke hands you the paper. “Your names going to be Oswald the Dragon Slayer. Your a human and a dear friend to these two.” He smiles at the other players. “I hope you don’t mind, I used Mike’s old sheet. I doubt he’s going to be needing it for awhile yet…” His hand runs along the rim of the golden cup. “Not unless you have re thought my offer?”
 
“Let’s just play, asshole!” Ben growls, his friendly demeanor suddenly dropping away all together.
 
You ask if you can borrow someones dice as everyone else around the table tenses as if waiting for something to happen. Luke laughs. “My boy, where we're going, we don't need dice!”
 
Just then the world starts to spin and everything goes dark as you plunge into your character sheet and hurtle down, down a deep dark hole…
 
-
 
You fall for what seems like hours till suddenly the darkness is replaced by a blur of blue and green and a second later you flop face first into the middle of a grassy plain. You try to roll onto your back, but find you can’t quite manage it due to a bulky suit of dark gray, steel armor which suddenly appears to have formed around you. You push yourself up onto your hands and knees and find that in addition to the plate armor, there's a long sword tucked firmly into a scabbard at your hip.
 
“Up and at'em!” A gruff, female voice grunts and your suddenly pulled up to a kneeling position. You look around and see a dwarf woman clad in black leather armor standing behind you, dusting a bit of stray grass from your platemail. “Don’t got time for lollygagging if were to get you up to that dragon before the end of the session.” You shake your head and then squint at the dwarf. Seeing your look she snorts. “What? The flier warned you would have to get into character.”
 
“Don’t tease the poor man.” An elf laughs and steps into view, his long magenta robes trailing the ground behind him. “I am sure he didn’t expect to be suddenly turned INTO his character or that this adventure was going to be so… Real.”
 
You stand up and shake off the effects of the fall, which in all honesty had not been that bad given how it had seemed. “By this point, falling thru a portal and ending up in another world seems sort of normal.” You check under your breast plate. “Honestly I am mostly just happy not to have a pair of tits after coming out the other side of it.”
 
“Ya I guess when you stick around this town long enough that just starts to happen…” The elf frowns. “Honestly though, sometimes these transformations really, REALLY mess you up, you know?” You are about to ask what he means by that when he pushes forward with the explanation. “The thing is, we have had to do this a number of times now… This dungeon run, trying to slay the dragon, get the… Trophy.”
 
“Quit beating around the bush!” The dwarf snarls, stamping her foot on the ground. “He needs to know exactly what’s going on!”
 
“Okay, okay, gods Godiva, your so damn impatient when your like this…” The elf clears his throat. “As I am sure you have guessed, I’m Hollis,” He bows with a slight smile. “Or Ben back in the real world. That’s Godiva, so, April and your now Oswald the Dragon Slayer.” His smile fades. “Who was Mike’s character… Until Luke turned Mike into a statue of a nude elf girl, attached her to a trophy and made us try and play for her freedom.”
 
You sigh and shake your head. Of course that trophy just HAD to be a transformed wizard… This fucking town, you swear...
 
“Ya I know that feeling.” Hollis sighs. “Turns out… Luke’s not just the Dragon Master, he IS a dragon master! Like a real life dragon in human form! He set up this whole game to test ‘hero’s’ to find a… Well…”
 
“A mate.” Godiva spits. “Someone who can beat his challenges and then bare his children. And wouldn’t you guess who the lucky girl was who managed to get all the way to the end of the run the first time…”
 
You shrug. “Mike? And then he got turned into the little… Golden girl?”
 
“What? Mike?” Godiva raises an eyebrow. “Are you kidding, he was the DRAGON SLAYER! If he made it, that dragon would have been toast! No… It was me.” Godiva shakes her head, “I used my rogue abilities to sneak in, figured if we grabbed some loot maybe the dragon would freak out and burn a pontoon village and then some weirdo with a bow would kill it, but… Turns out Luke also read that book and wasn’t having any of it. He just cornered me and offered me a deal, become his breeder queen and he’d pour riches over me and spare my friends. I thought it was still part of the game and that he was just being a creepy dick so I threw a knife at him and almost took out one of his eyes.”
 
Hollis laughs. “That’s the one part of that session I honestly can’t say I hated!”
 
“Ya well it stopped being funny when he made good on the whole ‘not sparing your friends’ thing and turned my brother into a golden smut statue.” Godiva snorts. “So anyway then we all wake up back at the game table, only, Mike’s not their, but the weird golden smut statue is and Luke has this big shit eating grin on his face and goes, ‘If you want him back, your going to have to either be my queen or beat my game.’ And well…” She holds out her hands. “Here we are.”
 
Hollis nods. “But since we can’t get far without a third player and we stand no chance at all without a dragon slayer, Luke agreed to let us have one on…” He clears his throat, suddenly nervous. “One condition.”
 
You pinch the bridge of your nose and ask thru gritted teeth, “And that condition was…?”
 
“He… Wants to play for keeps this time. We lose, we don’t turn back after the game’s done and if we reach him without beating him…”
 
“He gets what he wants, no deal necessary.” Godiva finishes. “I guess that’s why he made you play with Mike’s old character, he thinks he’s going to put an end to this group once and for all with one big sweep and wants you playing someone he’s already beaten and knows the weaknesses of so there are no surprises.” She spits again. “Cheating bastard.”
 
Suddenly a voice booms in from over head. “Now no need to be a bad sport about this…” A path suddenly opens before you, leading into a dense forest surrounding a tall mountain. “The game’s only just begun…”
 
Feeling increasingly unhappy about this whole enterprise you follow the others as they take off in the direction of a nearby forest, a huge, smoke spewing mountain behind it. Just before you enter the tree line you spy an old wooden sign which reads, ‘The Goblin Woods’ and stop. “Fucking, really?” You star at the others as they continue to walk forward, then up to the sky. “The Goblin Woods? Why not just call it, ‘low level enemies: The Forest’?” You notice the others have all, but left you behind and with a curse you chase after them. “I cannot be the only person who is noticing how fucking obvious that name is, right?”
 
Godiva and Hollis look back at you and just shrug. “He’s not all that creative a DM.” Hollis explains. “Honestly I doubt he would have a lot of returning players if not for the whole hostage taking thing.”
 
“You begin your quest traveling thru a dark and mysterious forest, blissfully unaware of what threats lurk just beyond your line of sight…” Luke’s voice echos around you, seeming to come at once from everywhere at once, each syllable crackling with power. You look around, feeling a prickle of fear at the base of your neck, but your companions are decidedly less impressed.
 
“Oh no, what threats could it be?” Godiva rolls her eyes. “I mean… It’s not like you just throw the same monsters at us over and over…”
 
“THAT’S META GAMING!” Luke's voice snaps back. ”Your character doesn’t know that!”
 
“She knows how to read…” Godiva grumbles. “And you put up a damn sign calling this place the ‘goblin woods’…”

“Right?” You ask, still feeling decidedly ill at ease...
 
There's an awkward pause before Luke grumbles, ”Just roll for initiative.”
 
You look around, realizing that you still don’t have any dice to roll, but before you can ask, a number suddenly appears over your head, a golden glowing ‘16’. You notice that the same thing has happened for Godiva and Hollis, though Hollis’s reads ‘17’ and Godiva’s ‘3’. Around you, hovering over the bushes a number of ‘8’s’, ‘14’ and ‘11’ spring up. You realize that some how your dice are being rolled for you and their results displayed for easy initiative ordering. It’s convenient, though a bit immersion braking if your being totally honest.
 
Such quibbles are swept aside as you notice the horde of goblins spilling out from the underbrush, their green skin blending into the foliage, giving them a degree of natural camouflage that does very little to hide the huge swinging dongs flopping freely between their legs. You start to raise your sword when the world suddenly slows to a near crawl. You turn your head and find that you can still look around freely, but almost everything else takes a tremendous effort. The goblins and Godiva appear to be under the same sort of effect, but Hollis seems largely unaffected, his number glowing brightly over his head.
 
“My turn…” The elf mutters and raises his magical staff. “I CAST CONE OF ICE!” At his command a jet of frigid air lances out from his staff and strikes a group of the incoming goblins, coating their exposed man hoods with a thin sheet of frozen water. Those affected drop to their knees and start vigorously trying to defrost their wangs while the rest continue to charge forward, though they seem a bit less confident than before.
 
As the glow on Hollis’s number starts to fade he slows and you feel your own speed returning as yours brightens to life. Before the process completes the wizard calls a warning to you, “Goblins are weak and cowardly, if you can just tank their charge, they’ll break and run!”
 
“No!” Godiva counters, her voice slightly sluggish, but perfectly understandable. “Use your speed to cut up their clubs! That will scare them off, no risk necessary!”

“Make up your goddamn minds!” You snap back as your body regains full mobility and you face the oncoming horde.  
 
“Trust me, there just goblins, you can tank them!” Hollis shouts. “Their basically impossible to lose too as long as you don’t screw around trying to be fancy!”
 
You take Hollis’s advice to hart and slowly march toward the goblins, slowly beating your gauntleted fist onto your chest, creating an echoing clang as you move out in front of your ‘friends’. The goblins slow, seemingly unsure how to deal with your intimidation tactic, than rush forward, screaming. You bellow in rage and catch the first goblin with the pommel of your sword, sending it flying back. Before the next knows what your doing you kick it clean out of your way. Another goblin rushes forward and jabs you with its spear, grinning toothily at its apparent success before you turn slowly to face it, eyes blazing.
 
Your slowing body raises the moral of the goblins and they try to swarm you, jabbing ineffectually at your armor over and over until with a roar of rage, utterly untainted by pain you brush away the spears which had in fact merely grazed your thick armor. The goblins scream and you proceed to pick up and toss them away like dolls, utterly unphased by their puny attacks. “Is this all this forest can throw at me?” You bellow. “Truly!? I expected more!”
 
Soon the goblins have all turned tail and fled, leaving you alone with your companions, their initiative numbers fading as the combat ends.

You give Hollis a high five and even Godiva has to admit, “Okay… that was pretty badass.” She pats you on the thigh. “But don’t get to cocky just yet.” She warns. “Whenever we beat the goblins they go out and get their big brothers and orcs are a lot harder to beat then-” She trails off as the sounds of drums echo in from the forest. “Goblins… Shit.”
 
“We can’t fight them here!” and takes off at a run. “There's a bridge up this way, if we can get their first we will be able to fight them at a choke point! It’s our only hope!” You and Hollis look at one another, then follow, easily catching up due to the dwarves stout legs. You both bend and grab the dwarfs arms, lift her into the air and start to carry her along with you as the sounds of drums grow louder and louder all around.
 
Suddenly the air is filled with the whooping cries and joyful shouts of orcish raiders and you look back just long enough to see a group of tall, muscular green men, faces adorned with war paint and iron scimitar raised high in the air as they give chase. Unlike the goblins who tail their bigger cousins, the orcs  don’t appear all that murderous or even malicious, seeming more like sports fans after a big game, all beaming faces and hooting laughter. If not for their drawn weapons and the fact there running you down at the moment, you might even have questioned if it was such a bad idea to let them catch up.
 
“Their!” Hollis calls, drawing your attention back to the road. “The bridge is just ahead, be prepared to turn and fight as soon as we make it! They can’t outflank us and orcs can’t swim as well as elves or men so we should be safe if we hold the choke!”
 
“I just said that like… Two minutes ago!” Godiva snaps. “This is still my plan remember!”
 
“Hey, I am just explaining it in more detail.” Hollis shrugs as the dirt road gives way to hardwood. “Like a good, helpful friend.”
 
“You mean like a total tool?” Godiva grumbles, pulling herself free and turning to face the oncoming orcs. “Just focus on casting magic and leave the thinking to me.”
 
As you form up a line across the bridge the orcs slow to a walk and look around, trying to find another crossing point. Finding none the lead orc, bigger and tougher looking then the others steps forward and in a commanding roar bellows “PARTY FOUL!”

You glance at the others and ask, “Wait, what the hell is up with these orcs?”
 
Ignoring you the orc leader stabs his sword into the earth just before the bridge and leans on it, repeating, “Party foul bro’s! You can’t fight us on the bridge, that’s bullshit! Move!”
 
“Fuck you, it's a legitimate strategy!” Godiva screams waving her twin daggers menacingly in the air. “You have way more guys then us, so we get to use the bridge!”
 
“The bridge is old and starts to collapse.” The booming voice of Luke chimes in as the bridge visibly starts to rot away. “You have to move or else your all going to have to make swim checks and the water will only push you to the side with the orcs.”
 
Thinking fast Hollis raises his hands and calls, “I want to cast hand of magic. I can use that to hold the bridge at this level.”
 
“No way, bro, that bridge is way too big!” The orc leader calls. “Tell him Dragon Master!”
 
“Ya, the orc makes a good point, I’m going with him.” Luke agrees.
 
“Screw you, you're playing the orc, you can’t make up people just to vote for your dumb bullshit!” Godiva yells, starting to jump up and down on the rapidly deteriorating bridge. “It’s in the rules, we can use the spell!”
 
“FINE!” Luke’s voice booms. “But then Hollis has to keep casting the spell every turn and can’t fight. Fair?”
 
“No!” You all say in unison, but are drowned out by the shouts of agreement from the orcs.
 
”Great! Then let’s get back to this! Roll a new initiative!” Everyone rolls, putting you once again first, followed by the orcs and Godiva who cannot seem to catch a brake.
 
“Okay, this one's easy, just take out the big orc and the rest will run.” Godiva pats you on the back. “If you're lucky enough he will get up here pretty early on and you will not have to fight thru too many waves of orcs first.” She slips a coin into your hand and adds in a whisper. “Just hold onto this, if you're even remotely lucky it will help boost that innate trait to the point where your SURE to beat the boss in no time!”

“Wait, isn’t luck just an arbitrary misunderstanding of statistical probability and outside factors used to ascribe metiphysical importance to minute alterations in outcomes?” You ask.

“God your just the worst, aren't you?” Godiva shakes her head and closes your hand around the coin. “Just trust me, this will work…” As your fingers close around the cool metal, you feel a sudden burst of confidence and calm pass over you and you become suddenly sure that the dwarf was right about this...

You watch the orcs coming and casually toss the coin into the air, smiling at the terrified reactions on the faces of your companions. They must think your mad, letting go of the charm, letting its power wax and wane with each flick of your thumb… Truly to them this must seem like an impossibly foolish risk your taking…
 
You reach out and snatch the coin out of the air as the first orc reaches you and jab your sword into the soft wood of the bridge, causing a loose nail to finally give up on its doomed attempt to keep the boards between the thundering orcs feet from giving way. The green barbarian plunges thru and disappears with a cry into the water, but not before a grasping arm takes one of his companions with him. The two are quickly past by a truly massive brute who raises a hammer high over his head as he leaps the gap, pulling back for a deadly, over hand swing. You placidly watch your death whistling down toward you as you rub the coin. Then in the last second before your head would have been crushed, a stray bird smacks into the attacker, sending his blow wide and his body crashing thru the bridge, further widening the gap.
 
“ENOUGH!” The orcs boss bellows and pushes his way thru the ranks. “I WILL DEAL WITH THIS ONE MYSELF!” He draws his sword and points it at you. “Do you have any last words before I take your head, human filth!?”
 
You shrug in response and look back at your companions who stare dumbfounded back at you. You turn back to the boss and shake your head, pulling your sword back and resting it casually on your shoulder before sticking out an arm and beckoning him forward.
 
“SUCH INSOLENCE!” The orc screams, apoplectic with fury. “I’LL… I’LL!” He stops suddenly and clutches at his chest. “I’LL…” The orcs around him suddenly turn, faces full of concern as the boss sinks to his knees.
 
“Get the shaman!” One of the orcs calls. “The boss isn’t meant to get this angry after his new pacemaker got put in!”
 
“A magical, pacemaker artifact.” Another adds, looking directly back at you as if daring you to point something out. “Which he got from a wizard.”
 
As the orcs carry their medically indisposed leader back with them to visit their healer Hollis sags. “That was insane… I mean that was just pure…”
 
“Luck.” Godiva finishes, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she quickly swipes the coin back from you. With it gone the clam and confidence it brought vanishes as well and you look from the dwarf to the hole in the bridge rapidly.

“I almost died…” You whisper, then more loudly, “I ALMOST DIED!”
 
Hollis walks over and pulls you into a comforting hug, patting you on the back a few times as you hyperventilate rapidly. “But you didn’t.” He soothes and squeezes you a bit tighter. “And it’s all fine now… You did good, kid.” You feel another set of arms wrap around your waist and look down to see Godiva joining the group hug, squeezing you tightly.

“Okay.” You wheeze after a full minute of uninterrupted cuddling. “I’m good, can you all… Give me some room?” The others give you a last squeeze before reluctantly letting you go, leaving behind a comforting warmth and what feels like a bruised rib or two...

-

With the goblins and orcs behind you spirits start to lift, for while Godiva and Hollis had made it this far at least fairly regularly, it had almost always had to be by either running or using far more complex tricks and always at a far higher cost. This run now seemed far more likely to succeed and that was even without taking into account the fact that your new class would allow for a fairly easy win against the dragon, should it come to a fight. Really, it made the whole quest seem far more manageable then it had from the start and before long your all singing and laughing as you walk.
 
This cheerful mood lasts all the way to the shadow of the mountain, but as the ominous peak rises above you and the huge, dark cavern leading into its depths comes into sight the merriment quiets. Soon all conversation stops and by the time you reach the mouth of the cavern the group slows to a halt, the realization of the dangers which must face you all ahead sinking in at last. For while you had defeated goblins and orcs, they were never really meant to stop you, just slow you down… Now the real battle would begin…
 
“Their are demons in their.” Hollis says, his voice barely above a whisper. “They get me more then half the time…” He looks over to you and shakes his head. “The goblins and orcs… Their perverts, but the demons are really something else. They have these hellhounds, but not like you would expect, with the fire and the dog… Parts, they're more like… Weird…”

“Very descriptive.” You frown. “Weird how?”

“Like… Their half dog, half woman with huge…” Hollis makes a motion, miming breasts.

“So their furries?” You ask with an eye roll. “Horrifying, truly.”

“They are!” Hollis insistes, blushing a little. “I mean you should see what it looks like when a pack of half mad dog women are leaping at you, all black claws and dripping maws!”
 
“You think that’s bad?” Godiva shutters. “When I sneak past, every time now I get caught by the stupid dragon cult and let me tell you something, the dragon lord might be looking for a queen, but he’s perfectly happy jerking it to lizard lesbian erotica! I swear, I can taste reptile vag for DAYS after I turn back!”
 
You glance over to Godiva and raise an eyebrow. “So… How does lizard puss taste anyway?”

Godiva’s face turns red and she pushes you into the cave. “Ask another question like that and I’ll LET the cult show you first hand…”

You chuckle and then carefully light a torch and lift it high over your head as you lead the way deeper into the cavernous tunnel leading into the realm of the dragon lord. All around you, carved into the walls are images depicting important moments in the history of this place, very few of which you would describe as being all that pleasant. Here there are images of villagers, enslaved and shackled, delivering food and gold to their uncaring master. Just below it, the dragon making a deal with the orcs and goblins to insure that the deliverys came in on time and that the people would not revolt, even when the dragon lord went off to pillage and raid. Over their, a dark ritual, calling forth a powerful demon from some dark and frightening realm, offering it gifts and sacrifices in exchange for the services of one of its vial hound masters. Beyond that the formation of a cult in the dragon lords honor, its reptilian priests doing anything and everything they could to entertain and delight their fickle patron. Finally the dragon lord himself taken on human form and tricking the original party, taking Mike prisoner and setting the rest their impossible task.
 
You are just passing this last when you notice a new image, freshly carved into the wall, your own current form standing tall and proud amongst a pile of fallen foes. The image after it though is of you doubled over in pain and then, female, draconic and heavy with child. You scowl at this last image and use your sword to chip it away, though even as you do so you hear the faint chuckle of Luke, low and sinister…
 
You pass thru the tunnel and soon enter into a large room, far better lit then the way you had come in and looking a bit like a small amphitheater. As you enter, you hear the sound of Hollis taking a deep breath and Godiva drawing her blades. You turn to ask them what has them so spooked, but before you can say anything your attention is drawn toward a heavy iron gate which slowly lifts as a huge half demonic man with the lower body of a massive dog stomps out into view, fitting a helmet over his head as he does so.
 
“Kano the Hound Master…” Hollis growls and steps up beside you. “The dragon lords favorite pet trainer…”
 
“Hollis!” The demon rumbles thru his heavy helmet. “I do not know how you keep escaping my pens, but I do so love a challenge!” He turns his head to face you. “And what is this? A new bitch to brake? Why Hollis, this is indeed a fine apology gift!”
 
“Don’t let him rile you up.” Godiva warns, her voice a whisper as she vanishes into the shadows. “He’s not the real threat here, his girls are. If you can find the gem that holds all these demons to this world and break it, you can end the fight before your overwhelmed.”

“Your not going to be sticking around to help?” You ask, before turning to see that she has completely vanished. “Hey! What the hell, where did she go?”

Hollis shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, she is going to open the way for us if we succeed. If we fail, she’ll at least try to make a stab at taking out the dragon lord.”
 
“Because that’s worked so well up to this point…” You mutter and turn back to face the huge demon. “So what’s the plan? We braking this big boys gem?”
 
“Ya that’s not a bad idea.” Hollis agrees. “But I’ll have an easier time spotting it with my elven eyes. If you just hold them off with holy magic, I can take care of the rest.”
You scowl. “Ya just going to throw this out their…” You pat your sword. “Not really a magic class right at the moment. So if anyone is going to be distracting anyone with magic…”
 
“Fine! I’ll distract them, YOU find and brake the gem! Just don’t waste to much time, I’m not all that tanky.”

You nod and prepare to take on the demonic hound master when a series of howls from back inside of the passage he had come from distracts you. You squint and move into a defensive position as something moves in the darkness, then your eyes go wide and three… Creatures bound out. Each of the ‘hellhounds’ appear to be a mix between a massively busty woman and a large dog, with hourglass hips, bountiful breasts and coats ranging from a blueish gray to dusky red. Their hair flickers and burns like multi colored flames, framed by pairs of cute little devil horns. Their hands are almost perfectly human, but their feet are more that of hounds, tipped with long, razor sharp claws and behind them, long bushy tails wag eagerly as they size both you and Hollis up.

“Don’t let them distract you or else we will be joining them!” Hollis warns.

“Join them?” You glance over to him then shake your head. “Great… Everything connected to this fucking town is so goddamn weird… and kinky...”
 
The hound master whistles and instantly the hellhounds charge at you, their glowing, golden eyes burning with lust and hate as they attack, but before they can reach you, a wall of ice explodes in front of them. “My turn!” Hollis shouts and sends a spray of ice shards at both master and pets.
 
“SUCH SPIRIT!” The houndmaster claps his big hands and the hellhounds turn their attention back to the elf, growling low and threatening. “I will enjoy breaking it!”
 
Hollis slows and your turn comes up, letting you move far more quickly as you dart around behind the massive demon, being careful not to draw his attention by getting too close. From this angle you're able to see something you really wish you had not, namely his massive, arm length prick dripping with precum and stiff as a board. Looking away from… That your eyes are drawn to a pulsating black stone set into the demons back, reflecting no light and giving off a faintly ominous aura…
 
Your attention is drawn back to the fight as Hollis shouts a few powerful words of magic and vines burst from the floor, grabbing the hellhounds who had been about to tackle him and holding them tight. Though the magic had stopped their attack, its clear they are quickly working their way out of the binds and to realize your time is limited if both you and Hollis are going to make it out of this in one piece! You wait till your turn comes around and then charge, breath held and moving as silently as you can in your plate armor.
 
Just before you reach your target you see, as if in slow motion, the demon turning, his eyes widening as he sees what your doing. Without thinking, acting on pure instinct you hurl your sword point first at the gem on its back, your dead eyed accuracy sending the blade flying true. The demon tries to turn more swiftly, dodging as best he can, but it's no use and you both know it, your sending him and all of his bitches back to hell!
 
The gem cracks with the sound of a thousand screams and for a split second you are standing in the depths of some infernal plane, the moans and groans of the damned drowning out all thought as you watch lustful souls twisted and transformed in to all  sorts of perverted and sensual creatures. The hound master turns to face you and here, you can see his true form, a towering monument to male virility, a creature as much of sex as of flesh and blood and in that moment you know that your truly never going to be able to live up to the heights of such an unspeakable god of lust! Then the world violently returns and you feel yourself deafened by the silence which seems to roar on as loudly as the sound it had replaced.
 
You sit down heavily and Hollis walks over to sit down next to you, putting a hand on your back and patting you a few times.
 
“Pretty intense, ya?”

You shake your head, this day had gone a lot differently then you had expected it too. Sure your used to transformations, sexually aggressive enemies, bizarre fetishes... Your daily life in this town is fucking mad come to think of it, but irregardless this adventure you have been on is something else. Sword fighting and confronting demons, catching glimpses of other realms and all BEFORE trying to slay a dragon with a long bit of sharp metal!

“How do you two deal with… All of this?” You ask, shaking your head.
 
Your companion smiles wearily back at you and replies, “I don’t really have much of a choice. Mike’s my best friend and April’s as much like a sister to me as she is to him. I can’t leave him like he is and even if I could, she would just get herself trapped in an even worse fate trying to save him on her own. ” He sighs. “I don’t love doing this… I mean I did, the first time when it was all just fun and games and before losing meant losing my manhood and usually getting fucked by something out of a bad fantasy porno, but now its just a grind. Honestly before you came along, I was more then half convinced that we were doomed and that any… Faint glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe we could pull this all off had faded away.” He gives you another pat on the back. “Now though… I think Luke fucked up pretty bad when he brought you in, I’ll say that much!”
 
You frown and look down at your weapon and wonder at that… Why had Luke brought you in? He had given you a lame justification at the start, but had he really just cared about fair play, why give you a dragon slayer character and not just leave you to pick something less useful? The other two had not made the suggestion first and had even sort of warned you about the game so it was hardly like it was bound to happen regardless…

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear the sounds of chanting and drums coming from further along past the way the demons had come from. The same way Godiva had certainly gone just before the fight. Hollis picks up his staff and helps you back to your feet, his face a mask of worry. “Godiva is in trouble! I need to stay a little while longer and make sure the gate back to hell is closed so we don’t end up with a demon army on our back while we try to defeat the dragon in front, but you have to go and help her!” He gives you a push and you start to run, the sounds of drums growing louder as all around the light turns a bright orange…

You pass out of the demons tunnel and find yourself standing in the middle of a huge natural cavern, its rough-hewn walls pock marked with innumerable smaller caves, clearly decorated and treated as homes. Between these long cloth banners have been hung depicting stylized images of the dragon lord, his great head lovingly rendered over and over till it seems as if his eyes watch one where ever they might go within the caverns expanse. Under the countless watchful eyes dozens upon dozens of lizardfolk mill about, talking excitedly over one another while at their center, upon a raised stone dais a single lizard woman stands with her head raised high, a dagger in one hand… And Godiva held up by the neck in the other!
 
The lizard woman on the dais points at you without looking down and faster then you can blink, you have been grabbed and are being dragged thru a crowd of hostile and suspicious faces. You try to struggle, but the guards holding you are huge, heavily muscled and utterly implacable. It does not take long at all for you to be brought up to the dais and their to be stripped of your weapon and thrown down at the foot of the lizard woman who still holds Godiva tightly in one hand.
 
“Oswald the Dragon Slayer…” The lizard woman sneers. “I thought you would be taller.” She throws Godiva down to the ground beside you and raises her arms wide. “I am Felsenkauen! High priestess of the dragon lords cult and grand matriarch of this enclave!” Below the crowd erupts into cheers and the high priestess bows to her adoring public. “Today, Oswald and Godiva, you will face judgement for the crime of raising a hand against our lord!” The cheers raise to a fever pitch and for a time Felsenkauen cannot even make herself heard over them. Eventually though she manages to get the throng calmed enough to continue.
 
“As is our way, the accused will be given a chance to speak in their own defense! After which they will face due punishment…” She looks down at Godiva. “Godiva of Green River, do you wish to speak on your own behalf or are you just going to use my infinite mercy to make a mockery of our sacred traditions… Again?”
 
Godiva responds by pulling down her mask and spitting at the priestesses feet. “Your dragon lord jerks off using a dirty sock!” She curses, then spits again.
 
“Yes… I thought as much.” Felsenkauen sighs and looks to you. “Oswald the Dragon Slayer, your name alone makes clear the nature of your guilt, though if you wish to use this time to say any final words, the people will grant you the dignity of a last speech…” The edges of her mouth curl up into a smile. “Make them good, the dragon lord is watching…”
 
You get to your knees, look out over the crowd of hostile faces and slowly crawl to the edge of the dais. Once there you raise your hands high into the air and begin, “Friends, lizardfolk, countrymen, lend me your ears; I have come not to slay the dragon lord, but to treat with him!” The crowd falls instantly silent, shocked by your words and even the high priestess seems confused, clearly not expecting you to take this direction with your speech. You smile and continue, “The dragon lord has taken from my companions one of their own and while yes, I was hired by them to help retrieve him, I see no reason such a mission should come to bloodshed! As you all know, the dragon lord is as wise as he is powerful, a truly great and benevolent ruler… So why should his most beloved and faithful servants stop me, a simple adventurer from being allowed to at least ask for the chance to meet with his splendid… Scallyness?”

The crowd starts to mutter amongst themselves and the priestess walks around  to face you, eyes narrowed and suspicious. “And what do you think you can offer the dragon lord, human? Why should we allow you to even draw near The Master of Masters when we can just as easily end any threat that you might pose to him here and now?”

You smile back up at her, tilt your head and speak up in a voice loud enough to carry across the crowd, “You could… But is your faith so weak that you think an unarmed mortal such as I could take the mighty dragon lord in a fair fight? Surely a being so great as he would have nothing to fear from me…” you let your words trail off and once again the room is filled with a blanket of silence. The priestesses eyes burn with pure hate, but she puts on her best smile and steps out of your way.

“Oswald speaks the truth, our lord fears nothing and should he see fit to speak with this… Man, he will allow him to approach!” She drops her voice to a hiss as she helps you to your feet. “Otherwise he will just burn you to ash and leave the world a better place for your absence from it.”

“I’ll take that chance.” You wink and grab your sword from one of the burly lizardmen who had dragged you up here. “That’s a gift for your god, don’t scuff it.” You look down to Godiva who gives you a determined nod, letting you know she has faith in your ability to make it and reassuring you that she does not need to be rescued. You nod back and then walk confidently back down off the dais and off toward the golden arched passage to the dragon lords lair…

One way or another, your adventure will end here and now...

-

The air grows hotter the further down the passage you travel and soon fills with the putrid smell of sulfur. You pull a cloth from your supplies and cover your face with one hand and with the other, draw your sword. Somewhere further along you can hear the deep rumbling of something enormous breathing and with each great exhale, both the heat and the smell intensifies, leaving little doubt that your query waits ahead…

As you reach the end of the passage, the cave once more opens wide before you and you are stopped dead in your tracks by what you see. Heaped in massive piles of glittering gold and dotted by the lustrous sheen of  jewelry, piles of treasure have been laid out in such quantity that they cover the floor as far as the eye can see. The treasure hoard seems to almost give off a light of its own, illuminating the room with a sickly yellow glow that accentuate only the wealth while making all else seem petty and unworthy. You take an involuntary step toward the gold, when a low, deep voice starts to chuckle and your attention is drawn to the rooms sole living inhabitant.

Large as a house and covered in dark blue scales, the dragon lord half wades, half swims thru the riches as he comes toward you, his ruby red eyes gleaming with some hidden delight. “My my my… You actually made it. I was starting to wonder if I had made a mistake, putting my faith in you, but clearly I was wrong to doubt…” He crouches low, then leaps into the air in a spray of gold, wings beating only once to let him close the distance between you two and landing with a crash so loud it nearly stuns you. “AND NOW HERE WE ARE!” The dragon lord declares, rearing up on his hind legs, fire dancing around the corners of his mouth. “AND HERE OUR FINAL BATTLE SHALL BE HELD!”

You drop the cloth and grasp your blade with two hands, ready to do your very best to stop this terrible beast, but before you can make your desperate lunge, the dragon snorts, tries to hold back laughter, fails and then falls back to all fours as he starts to howl with mirth. “Oh my god, you actually believed all of that!?” The dragon lord gasps, between fits of giggles. “Oh man, the look on your face was just… Amazing! Totally worth it!”

You lower your blade as the dragon continues to cackle. “I’m sorry, am I missing something here?” You ask. “Are we fighting or are you just going to giggle like a jackass all day?”

“Okay… Okay! I’ll explain…” The dragon lord waves a taloned hand before taking a deep breath and shaking his head. “Okay, I’m good… Right so, you probably guessed already that, I didn’t make you play a dragon slayer out of a desire to get stabbed, right? You seem like a smart sort of dude.” You nod, but say nothing. “Right, no that would be stupid and I don’t do stupid. Problem is, I also don’t like doing repetitive and these two…” He rolls his eyes. “Seriously cannot take a hint. They are CONVINCED all they need is a lucky brake to save their pal and escape my clutches… But no, that’s not how this works.” His eyes narrow and his demeanor grows suddenly deadly serious. “So I decided to prove to them once and for all that there is no hope… Which is where you came in…”

The dragon lord smiles at you in a way your pretty sure you don’t love as he continues, “For awhile now, April and Ben have been refusing my offer to release their friend if one of them agrees to be my bride. See they think if they can beat me, then they can get old Mike back for free and no matter how many times I beat them, they still convince themselves that, no, this time they have it, THIS TIME it’s going to work…” He snorts. “Their deluded, but for the sort of spell I want to cast, one that will stick and not just wear off when things return to the ‘real world’, they need to agree to my terms and willingly submit themselves to my will. But before that will happen, they need to realize that even in the most perfect, ideal situation, there's no winning against me. They need to feel UTTERLY defeated, UTTERLY lost…” His mouth curls into a smile. “Utterly BETRAYED!”

You feel a shiver run down your spine as the dragon lord slowly circles you, his tail insuring that you are totally surrounded as he talks. “Your the linchpin, a new player who carried them all this way using their own friends character and one who, in the hour of ‘victory’ betrays them for his own personal gains. You will be the straw that breaks the camel's back, the destroyer of hope and my greatest assistant...” He bends down so his huge head is at eye level with you. “And don’t think I won’t reward you… You will gain the prize your due for this adventure. I will also grant you the strength of a dragon, casting aside this… Weak and flabby human body for something far more fitting of my greatest servant.”

You look around the room at the mountains of gold and the tip of your blade slowly lowers to the ground as you ponder the offer. “And if I refuse…?”

“Well…” The dragon lord bares his teeth in a grin, fire licking around his fangs. “I could always just eat you… Or burn you alive.”

“So… I can be rich, powerful and alive,” You say, sheathing your sword. “Or save the others and be poor... and dead?” You shoot the monster a sly smile. “I think we can make a deal…”

The dragon lord laughs and moves out of your way. “Just go back out their, collect your ‘friends’ and bring them with you. Tell them you have defeated me, that you have cleared the way and that their friend is here for the taking. Then when they arrive, you will know what to do…” The dragon lord touches the top of your head with a claw and your body experiences a flash of heat before returning to normal, your mind suddenly free of all doubt and worry…

The Master has everything under control.

Without further question or command you walk back the way you came and start to march. It does not take long for you to reach the lizardfolk, who stand waiting for you, both Hollis and Godiva bound and held hostage at the mouth of their cave. At the sight of you, a ripple of worried murmurs floods thru the crowd and even the high priestess looks shocked as you raise your blade to point at them. Your mouth opens and words that are not your own spring forth from your lips, formed by your tongue in your own voice, but shaped by the will of The Master. “They are coming with me!”

Your eyes lock with the high priestesses and for a split second, they flash yellow and the priestess starts to smile. “As the dragon slayer commands…” She bows her head, voice quavering with false concern. “Quickly, release the prisoners!” Her words are followed in an instant by the guards who, having missed your signal, remain clearly genuinely terrified as they cut the bonds holding your companions.

As she is cut free Godiva hurries to her feet and rushes to throw her arms around you, face alight with glee. “YOU DID IT!” She practically screams and laughs, hugging you tightly. “I don’t believe it, we actually pulled it off!”

Hollis follows suit soon after, almost crying with relief as he joins the dwarf in the group embrace. “God, man, you have NO idea how hard this whole thing has been for us, but… We can NEVER repay you for this! Thank you! Thank you so much!”

You smile and hug them back. “You don’t owe me a thing…” You pull them back and raise an eyebrow. “But first, aren't you forgetting someone?

“Mike!” Godiva screams in delight, grabbing Hollies arm and racing down the tunnel to the Master's lair. “We need to get Mike!”

Hollis smiles broadly and slaps your shoulder affectionately. “Seriously man, I can’t even think of how we are even going to begin to repay you.” He sniffs and rubs his nose. “God… You have no idea how amazing this feels, to finally be able to put this nightmare behind us!”

“Oh I am sure you will figure something out.” You say, hearing the Masters voice chuckling in your mind. “But let's get Mike back before we make any plans.”

“Right!” Hollis grins. “Come on, I’ll race you!” You laugh as the elf turns and dashes away, his wizard’s robes flapping out comically behind him. This really is all to easy...

As you follow your companions down the hall, you hear their screams of delight as they start to run over the piles of gold, the jingle of coins and treasures almost drowning out their cries of, “MIKE!” Your body starts to heat up as you start to hum, keeping an ear cocked as the breathy, feminine voice of an elf tries weakly to warm them of the trap they had just stumbled into, but you know it will be too little, too late. In fact, you enter the treasure room just in time to see Godiva and Hollis, clutching onto a nude elf woman, stagger back as the great form of the Master flaps down from on high, flames flying from his gaping jaws and surrounding the trio in a ring of fire.

“SO CLOSE!” The Master’s voice booms as he lands with an earth shaking impact just outside of the flaming circle. “And yet as always so very, very far from your impossible goal…” The Master chuckles. “But I have to say, when someone else was their to pick up your slack, you two ALMOST had it in you to beat me… Of course, that's only because I let you have this little taste of victory.”

“What are you talking about?” Godiva asks, voice trembling as she looks back from the Master to you as you walk slowly toward the fire, your sword held loosely by your side. “He… He got us this far, not you!”

“Still not getting it, are you?” The Master snorts. “My loyal assistant, why don’t you come over here and explain what’s happening to these nice people?”

You step into the fire light, shadows distorting your face into a ghoulish mask. “Sorry friends, but as long as we are doomed anyway, one of us might as well get something out of it…” You smirk and bow to the great blue dragon. “My lord, I have fulfilled my end of the bargain. I’ll take my reward and then I shall take my leave…”

“You rat!” Godiva hisses, clutching to her transformed brother tightly. “I’ll see you pay for this if its the last thing I do!”

“Nonsense my dear…” The dragon lord smiles. “We dragons live a long, long time… And after a few centuries and a few dozens clutches you will hardly even remember this little incident.” He turns his gaze to you. “Though first things first. Let it never be said I don’t pay my debts.”

The dragon’s eyes flash a brilliant shade of yellow and you feel your body suddenly wracked with a wave of strange magic. You stagger back from the flames as something pushes from your head and you reach up to feel a pair of long, curved horns slowly forming from your skull. Around them your hair begins to fall out, first starting with a few strands, but quickly moving up to great clumps till your whole scalp is totally hairless. You move your hands down to touch the now smooth skin and under your fingertips, feel it morphing rapidly into hard, smooth scales. These new scales rapidly flow outwards from the horns and soon cover your whole head, flow down your neck and under your armor.

As the rest of your body undergoes the same transformation as your head, your face starts to push outward, narrowing in places and lengthening in others till an unmistakable muzzle forms, bringing with it a new set of sharp, dagger like teeth. You cough and shutter as something from deep in your throat forces its way out, resulting in a plume of fire and a billow of smoke. As it passes, you cough again and hear your voice deepen and gain a new rumble, not unlike that of the dragon lord himself.

While you are distracted with your face, your body rapidly transforms further, mussels expanding and growing till your armor’s straps rip apart under the strain. Now freed from the metal covering your back, a pair of huge wings, each easily the size of your torso unfurl, casting a long shadow behind you as the fire lite plays over your changing body. Your hands and feet also undergo their own similar, but distinctive transformations, with your fingers and toes both gaining long, black talons. But where your hands remain otherwise unchanged, your feet thicken and widen till they resemble nothing so much as those of the true blood dragon standing before you, watching you with bemused fascination.

“I must admit…” He muses as you take stock of your new body. “This next part I have never seen on one who remained male afterwards…”

Before you can ask what he meant, you feel a sharp pain from your rear and have to quickly shred the leg armor and britches you had been wearing before your new, massive tail fully forces its way out of your body, whistling thru the air with the sound of a whip crack. This however was not what the dragon had been referring to and your attention is fully drawn to your manhood as it swells and splits, forming into two separate, but no less impressive cocks. You reach down and feel both, grinning at the intense rush of pleasure you feel from each.

“I hope your enjoying yourself…” Hollis glares from the other side of the flames, making some sort of motion with his hands.

“I know your being sarcastic,” You rumble in your new, deep voice. “But I really am!” You look up to the dragon lord. “Hey boss, before I go, mind if I try out my new equipment on one of the new girls after you finish changing them?”

The great blue dragon chuckles. “Well aren't you bold? Well I don’t see why-” His words are interrupted as a couple of numbers appear over both of your heads, as well as those of the prisoners. The dragon lord blinks as he stares at the glowing ‘1’ hovering above him. “Oh… That can’t be good...”

“I CAST FREEZING WINDS!” Hollis yells and the fires vanish in an instant, blown away by a sudden maelstrom of cutting icy air. You try to throw up your arms to defend yourself, but with your body slowed by the initiative order, your unable to react fast enough to keep yourself from being knocked clean on your ass, your wings having caught the worst of the attack.

“And I use ball kick!” Godiva hollars, rushing across the gold, dragging the others behind her. You once again try to react, closing your legs, but are again to slow to stop a iron toed boot slamming directly into your new family jewels.

“STOP THEM!” The dragon lord screams as the trio scramble across the treasure and your turn rolls around, but the savage blow to your manhood keeps you curled on the floor. “Your a dragon! ACT LIKE IT! CATCH THEM!”

“Can’t…” You grown. “I think… She crushed one of them...”

“USELESS!”  The dragon lord screeches as his own turn came up. “I WILL DO THIS MYSELF!” He rears up and with a deafening roar blows a torrent of flames at the adventurers, melting the gold around it to molten slag. Just before the fire hits them however, the nude elf girl who had once been a man named Mike turns and throws out her hands.

“Protection against flame!” A second later the trio are engulfed, vanishing from sight amongst the inferno. You grin viciously, feeling a sadistic thrill in the thought of the dwarf bitch getting what was coming to her, only to be shocked a moment later when the fires die, leaving the tree looking a bit singed, but otherwise unharmed.

“You made her a Fire Cleric!?” You demand, looking back at the equally dumbfounded dragon lord as his turn ends. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I had to give her SOME class!” The dragon snaps as the adventurers cheer and then flee from sight. “I figured a cleric would not be much of a threat…”

“Your an idiot!” You bellow, crawling back to your feet. “Go get them! Their going to escape!”

The dragon lords eyes narrow as he looks down at you. “Be careful with that tone, boy…”

You stand up and glare back, pain, fury and the new sense of power from your altered body blinding you to the danger. “Your not going to have a mate if you don’t go after them, so don’t give me any of that ‘boy’ crap!”

“I will have my queen one way or another…” The dragon lord hisses. “But I agree with you on one point… I am done with that ‘boy crap’.” He smiles slightly and his eyes flash the same yellow they did before. “Luckily, I already had someone willingly agree to serve me, so that makes this next part so, so much simpler…”

Once again you feel your body hit with a wave of magic and once again you feel your head shifting as it becomes slightly slimmer and your face reshapes to take on a more feminine look. Realizing to late what is happening you turn to flee, but the dragon lords massive tail flies out, striking you and knocking you to the ground even as your whole form becomes leener and less muscular. You push yourself back to your hands and feet, but as you rise, one part of your chest grows and expands to keep your nipples at round level. You shiver as your new heavy breasts sway under you, erect nipples rubbing against the still warm gold and sending twin thunderbolts of pleasure to your brain.

“P-Please my lord!” You whimper and start to crawl away, feeling your cocks growing stiff as they push out from under you. “J-Just let me go and hunt the others down! There's no need for you to-”

“Change you?” The dragon lord asks with a faint chuckle. “Oh my dear, we are far past the point of stopping now…”

“No!” You cry as you feel your cocks shrinking and pulling back inside of your body. They drip a bit of pre as they shrivel away and eventually retract into your groin along with your bruised testicals. Deep inside of you, your balls expand and reform into a pair of ovaries and your inverted penises become a single, moist vagina. You gasp and reach down to feel for your lost manhood, but only end up moaning as your clawed fingers spread your new lips and discover a small, but highly sensitive clitorus.

“Not too bad…” The dragon lord muses. “And I am rather fond of the female human form, but I am afraid that if your going to bare my eggs, your going to need a bit more meat on those bones…”

You hold up a clawed hand to ward off further changes, but cannot stop the yellow light from bathing your newly feminized body. “Please my lord, you promised! I-I can’t be a mother, I’m a man!” Your words fall on deaf ears however and your body is soon struck with the most massive changes yet as you start to grow and expand, your arms and hands forming into a second set of legs as your spine reforms to better match the bipedal creature you are to become.

Your head and neck are the next to change, though not as dramatically, merely completing the reorientation of your physical form a cross between dragon and woman to a full blooded dragoness with glittering blue scales and deep, scarlet eyes. You feel your body match these alterations with their own final touches, growing and expanding you till your slightly larger than the intimidating male standing before you. You let out a roar of fear and anger and with it comes a gout of flame that illuminates the whole room.

At last your changes conclude and your left panting and glaring as the dragon lord slowly circles you, inspecting your whole body from all possible angles. “Very impressive… Very impressive indeed…” He muses. “You turned out far better than I had expected. Your going to bare quite the impressive hatchlings for me, I can already tell.”

“I’ll bite your head off if you don’t reverse this!” You snarl, flaring your new wings and calling up tiny bursts of flame to punctuate your threat. “I’m bigger and stronger than you so if you don’t want me to rip you apart, you better get over here and fill me, right now!” The dragon lord chuckles and your eyes go wide as you realize what you just said. “I mean, I’ll kill you if you don’t knock me up, immediately!”

“Well, I can never deny a pretty lady…” The dragon lord smiles and you find yourself rooted to the spot as he slowly slips behind you. “Though I wonder how long it will take for the mental part of the transformation to take you from just saying those dirty things to meaning them…”  

As you feel the male dragon climb onto your back and his impressive girth prodding experimentally at your new sex, you wonder yourself how long you will last before your his utterly obedient dragon queen… And loving every minute of it?



The End



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Final thoughts:

I was thinking about making the end allot longer, at least for an FA cut of the story, complete with a sex scene, flash forward to the first clutch and maybe a small coda showing what happened to the other heroes, but honestly I really ended up not being all that happy with how this turned out and the idea of dragging it out for anywhere from another 3 to 10 pages while writing in this weird, awkward style imposed by the nature of the game it was originally meant for was just like… No thanks.

I am sick at the moment so I might feel differently later and go back and update this with a more full ending at a later date IF people really want it, but for now, like I said, the game version of this story is nearly 50 pages and after editing that down to 20, then adding 5 pages worth of new dialogue and a radically altered ending I just want to put a capper on it, put it out there for all you lovely people to enjoy and then move onto another story. Hopefully a much better one…

But what do you all think? Was the effort to at least try and make this ‘quest’ into a readable story worth it? Should I try and do the same with my horror themed ‘Evil TF Cabin’ series or was this all a horrible mistake and I should go back to writing things that were MEANT to be stories that people read first and not try and bang a square peg into a round hole?

Either way, I’ll hopefully be back with a new, proper story before to long, maybe even one suggested by a personal inspiration of mine who said they might toss me an idea, so I’ll be very, very excited if that happens! Till then though, thank you for reading and for indulging me in this behind the scenes griping.

Much love,

April “Duhad”