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"We're here," Leof sighed with relief. "We've finally made it."

"Well, not quite," Goding said, pointing up to a narrow passage that twisted its way up the inactive volcano. "We've still got a ways to go."

Leof followed Goding's gaze and laughed, patting his friend's shoulder as Goding's usually stern expression remained mirthful.

"Right you are," he agreed. "If all goes right, this may be the last labor we will ever have to endure."

"That sounds like we're going to die," Goding said, frowning.

"Right you are again..." Leof murmured, likewise frowning. "This has been a long journey. A long, strange journey, though we are scarcely burdened. To think of extinction..." He shook his head again. "Come, let us speak with the others."

The two companions turned away from the mountain path and looked to the four other knights who were just catching up with them. Though they wore the same glittering chain mail and grayish green tabards with the sigil of their order, with only one exception, they obviously hailed from different lands. Litwin and Elstan, the red skinned twins, Tond the Pale from a clouded land, and Wyard, who wore a purple tabard with the same sigil and carried a dagger instead of a sword, was the darkest of the six. Though they all were relatively young-- Goding the oldest in the start of his third decade and Leof not close behind-- they all seemed to lack the energy of youth. Leof wished he could blame their fatigue on their travels, but their journey had thus far not been too troubling, more befuddling than anything.

Before arriving at their current location, they had traveled through what had purported to be a dread swamp but instead turned out to be a tranquil forest. Though there had been talk of demons, all the six had come across were deerfolk, mostly pregnant does, that had been quite kind, providing them nuts and berries and insisting they stay they day and rest. The knights had of course refused the invitation because of their quest. The only sign of something amiss had been in the idyllic forest had been a scattered set of undamaged armor by a quiet riverbank, but that had been it.

After the forest had come the caverns, and at this darkened location had been kobolds. The knights had been prepared to fight and slay the diminutive draconic creatures, but the kobolds had paid them no mind, more concerned with what could only have been the peak of their mating cycle: yips, cries and hissing moans, along with the runes carved on the walls that Wyard had deduced were for fertility rituals. The knights had hurried through these harried halls, doing their best to ignore and avoid the rutting kobolds they came across, as well as trying not to question why the caverns were so uncomfortably warm. Finally, they had exited the balmy interior to where they were now, in sight of their goal while also being utterly exhausted.

Why?

Leof pondered this and blinked as he realized his gaze had unconsciously went to Wyard. He moved towards the younger man, sure that the seer would have the answer.

"What is it, Wyard?" He asked as he approached the seer, looking deep into Wyard's brown eyes.

"Hmm?" Wyard looked up at Leof, then rubbed at his exhausted eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm so tired."

"Yet why are we tired?" Leof scratched a cheek thoughtfully. "We have endured no significant trials or tribulations."

"I had trouble sleeping with all that yipping."

"There is that, yes, but we've endured worse than that. Surely kobold congress is no worse than the pitched battles we've had to endure together. No..." Leof frowned. "There is something at play here sapping our strength. Does your third eye see something my two cannot?"

"I--" Wyard closed his eyes and concentrated. "There is something here, yes, powerful and yet not so different than what we have encountered before." He frowned, his eyes still closed. "It is not death, though. It is the opposite."

"How?" Leof asked.

"I don't know..." Wyard opened his eyes. "It's as if...our purpose. What is our purpose here?"

Leof opened his mouth to answer, and it was then that he realized the silence that had befallen his surroundings. He looked about and saw that the other knights had ceased their conversation and were staring at Leof, expecting an answer.

"Well," He said and gulped. "I--"

He looked back to his companions, going over each and every one of them, feeling as if something was amiss, but what? They wore the same armor as they always did, carried the same weapons, and there was nothing different in their faces except...there was. He had to keep his jaw shut as he noticed all their eyes were all wrong, their pupils slits and their irises glimmered with unusual brightness.

"Leof," Wyard said. "What is it?"

Leof turned to the seer and instinctively took a step back. Wyard's eyes were like the others, reptilian and slitted and of a shimmering blue coloration.

"Your eyes!" Leof exclaimed. "Dragons are--"

"My eyes?" Wyard said. "What of them? They are no different than yours or the others."

"My...my eyes?" Leof blinked.

"Why would they be? We are all dragontouched after all."

"We are?" The word seemed so familiar, and yet...

"Are you alright, Leof?" Goding asked. "Does this old veteran need to take charge?"

"No...no." Leof stood up straight. He looked to the others and it felt a little less strange to look into their draconic eyes. "I am fine, and though I know that you, my companions, are exhausted, take heart!" He turned and pointed to the inactive volcano. "We are nearly there. We are so close to completing our quest to--" He faltered, his mind grasping for words that simply weren't there. "To..."

There was a dragon, right? Something about extinction flitted through his mind, but that didn't seem right. It didn't seem like extinction was happening anywhere if the pregnant does and rutting kobolds meant anything about the state of all species. Frustrated at his muddled mind, he hissed and rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. He looked down and smiled. Yes, that was it!

"We're here for our final labor, to end it. Yes, end it so we may have new beginnings. What say you, brothers?"

His companions cheered, seemingly satisfied with why they were here.

"Good," Leof continued. "Let us make camp then. It is late and we will need our rest if we are to accomplish what is ahead." He looked to Goding. "You, old veteran, are on first watch."

Goding grumbled but took his post as the others set up their resting places. Though Leof was used to roughing it, he didn't find the most comfortable rock and immediately fall asleep as he had originally intended. That didn't feel right, even if he wasn't sure why. Perhaps he didn't want to be so rough on himself before the trials ahead. Whatever the case, he set up his bedding with the materials he carried in his pack and laid down. Exhausted, he drifted into slumber rather quickly, though not before he noticed that his night vision was unusually excellent.

At first, Leof's slumber was peaceful, but then it was disturbed by dark dreams of the whelplings whining and hissing and he, the broodmother, without the milk to feed them. There were so many of them and his breasts were already tender and sore and his belly swollen with more would be whelplings. He shivered as a whelpling latched on just as an egg began its descent. How could he lay and feed a the same time. It was--

Leof awoke, sitting up straight as his hands flew to his chest. All he felt beneath his chainmail was his muscular torso that he had spent many seasons honing. There were no tender nipples or swollen teats, there were certainly not any hungry whelplings around, and his belly wasn't swollen and dimpled by so many eggs. Leof shook his head, wondering what the reasons for the dream was when he heard a disturbance. He looked to his left, and there was Goding, grunting as he pulled at his boots.

"Goding, what are you--" Leof began, but then he felt it too. His feet felt constrained within his boots, his toes pressing and scratching at its interior. He grunted and set to work on loosening his boots. Undoing his laces allowed some relief, but it was not enough, not yet. It was only when he had pulled his boots off was he granted greater relief--and panic.

He stared at what he had unveiled--feet, but they certainly weren't his. They looked more fitting on a lizard, an overgrown one at that, with green scales instead of skin and three jet black talons that curved cruelly. Still, they were his feet, for when he flexed his toes, the talons moved.

"Leof?" He heard Goding say. "You're awake too?"

Leof looked up, and there the veteran stood on taloned feet, his heels lifted in a stance more digitigrade. Goding stooped down and offered a hand, but Leof wasn't sure he wanted to stand. Still, he took Goding's hand, a bare and very human hand, and the veteran helped him to his feet. He stood unsteadily, but only for a moment, as if this was how he normally walked. He looked down at his strange feet in bewilderment.

"What's wrong?" Goding asked.

"My feet, they're--"

"Not too pretty, eh? Guess why most people don't want to see them." The knight laughed. "No reason to hide the traits of the 'touched out here." He shook his head. "It was a hell of a feat keeping them covered at the Battle of Grayfield, wasn't it?'

"Right..." Leof frowned as he continued to stare at his talons.

"Well, since you're awake..." Goding guffawed and slapped Leof on the back. "Time for you to take watch."

"Oh." Leof looked to Goding. "Say Goding, did you have any dreams?"

Goding raised an eyebrow, his draconic eyes peering into Leof's own.

"Dreams? I haven't even been asleep yet. If you want to talk about dreams, talk to the seer. Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes." Leof glanced down at his feet and grimaced. "I'm fine."

Goding shrugged and wandered off, leaving Leof to his own devices. Though the knight was meant to be keeping watch, he could only stare at his feet. Those talons, those emerald scales...were they truly his? Was he dragontouched? He scarcely recalled hearing the word before this day in his life and yet...what else could be the truth, that he was mad and his memories were fragmented? Or that he was the only sane one and the world was unraveling around him?

He thought long and hard on this and after a time realized he didn't want to think about it, the line of thought too frustrating and tired for his already exhausted mind. Instead he decided to focus on the purpose of their quest and this proved no more fruitful. He kept snatching at thoughts that flitted away and even when he caught them they were filled with impossibilities. He hissed and shook his head, blinking his eyes as clumps of hair drifted down from his head. He reached up to feel his scalp just as he heard claws clicking against the stone ground behind him.

Leof spun around, and there Wyard was, his bright blue eyes gleaming in the dark. He looked to Leof with concerned eyes and the knight immediately forgot his own plights, even as he noticed that Wyard's head was completely bald and bare.

"Wyard," he said. "What is it?"

"I've had such wondrous visions," Wyard said, speaking in a hushed tone. "I think something magnificent will happen to us."

"What do you mean?" Leof asked. "Why do you look troubled then?"

"Because..." Wyard frowned. "Because it is a great burden, don't you see?"

"I don't understand."

"Neither do I. I--" Wyard looked away. "I can see less and less. It is as I am inhibited, though perhaps the sacrifice shall be worth it."

Leof was silent, unable to make sense of it all, not that this was anything new given how cryptic the young sage could be, but still...

"Can you tell me more? What do you mean?" he asked.

Wyard shrugged his shoulders and lifted his hands, palms upward. Leof blinked as he saw that they weren't human hands. They were close enough, but instead of skin they were covered with fine white scales, and the tips of his fingers extended into delicate light blue claws. Leof's eyes widened, and his gaze immediately went to his own hands. He quickly stripped off one gauntlet, his breath catching in his throat as he saw his hand wasn't so different. The scales were green and the shape a little more slender, and they simply weren't his hands, at least the ones he recalled. He took off his other gauntlet and found it to be the same. Yet, despite his mind telling him something was off, his clawed digits curled and uncurled in a motion that was more than familiar, and he had no problem reaching down and grasping his discarded gauntlets in his hands.

"I'm sorry, Leof, I wish I could tell you what the good is to come," Wyard said, seemingly nonplussed by Leof's frantic movements. "It would be the first time. Usually we speak of fates worse than death."

Leof nodded, wondering if insanity was one such fate. He folded his arms across his chest, hiding his taloned hands under his crossed arms. He looked up to Wyard and forced a smile.

"'Tis true," he said. "Thank you for words, but I feel as if we should keep this between us, yes?"

"Why? Won't the others want to hear that good news is ahead?"

"Let us have them know it when they come upon it. When we all come upon it. And Wyard, you know we will succeed here, yes? We are meant to succeed at what we have come here for." Leof shivered and muttered his next words under his breath. "Whatever it is..."

"Hmm?"

"'Tis nothing," Leof said with a shake of his head, hissing softly as he felt more hair slip from his scalp. "Should you not be sleeping?"

"No, no," Wyard said. "I am not here to confound you with my visions. I'm here to relieve you."

"It's already that time?"

"Yes," Wyard said with a nod. "Get your sleep. You seem unusually distraught from this good news."

Leof laughed mirthlessly and walked off, his muddled mind racing. He made his way back to his bedding and lied down, wincing both at how his talons clicked and how it felt so normal for him to clutch his blanket with green claws instead of pale fingers. He wrapped it tightly around himself and shut his eyes, but could not fall asleep. Something pressed against just above his rear, and it made him uncomfortable. He wiggled around and swore he felt something wriggle and stretch out from his spine, but he wasn't ready to investigate, not now, not yet. He needed some sleep, some escape from his madness, and he was granted it soon enough, falling into slumber even as he felt something stretch and slither its way down to be confined in his leggings.

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Leof awoke when the sun blazed through even his closed scaly eyelids. He groaned and sat up, taloned feet stretching as they emerged from under his bedding. He stared at them and wasn't so troubled by the sight of them now. After all, talons weren't so different than the claws on his hands, and he had those too, right?

He stumbled unsteadily to his feet, quite unbalanced, and yet he somehow still froze in place as he felt something wriggle against his right leg. He yelped and nearly jumped, until he realized he could feel both the thing against his leg and the thing itself moving as if it were his own appendage, as if it were part of him...

Fearfully, Leof looked over his shoulder and saw a bump at his lower back, just above his rear. Reaching back, he wrangled with his chainmail, pulling it up slightly and allowing him sight of the bump. He blinked as he saw that it was the base of a smooth scaled green tail. His tail, that was currently tucked down into the right side of his leggings. He gripped it with his clawed hands and tugged, grunting and hissing as he slowly rescued his thick green tail from its ill-fitting confines. He sighed with relief when it was freed, his balance restored and his tail seemed happy too, excitedly waving around behind him.

He actually smiled, until the thought came to him that maybe he shouldn't have a tail. The knight frowned at this and looked over to his companions, who were also waking up. Although he should have been angry someone had fallen asleep at watch, he could only watch them and notice that they too had tails, none as thick as his save Goding's, but still tails nonetheless, and they didn't pay them any mind. In fact, it seemed as if the tails had minds of their own, swaying this way and that as the knights went around picking up camp. Goding seemed to notice Leof staring at his tail, the older warrior coming over and giving Leof a grin that showed sharp and pointed teeth. Goding was bald, but he had always been bald, and yet Leof felt that his scalp hadn't always been so shiny with segmented gold scales that covered a portion of his bare head.

"I told you it was thick," Goding said, reaching back and catching his golden tail. "Not bad, eh? Too bad we've had to hide them this whole time. Bit inconvenient when it knocks things away, but more annoying when its stuffed down my armor. There's barely enough room for it and the other thick thing, if you know what I mean." Goding chortled and winked at Leof.

"Uh..."

Goding snickered and slapped Leof's shoulder. The knight winced, but he felt his frown slip up into a smile.There was something off, something wrong, but Goding's mood was infectious. He caught his tail and held it up to Goding even as it wriggled.

"I propose that mine is longer," he said.

"That hardly matters," Goding snorted. "Women don't bed a 'touched merely for length. It's about the girth, you see."

Leof was about to reply, but stopped himself. What were they talking about? Neither he nor his other companions were one to converse about such lewd activities so casually before. Why then were they doing it now? It was hardly forbidden, but they were noble knights on a quest to lay the dragon. Leof frowned. No, that wasn't it...

"Oh come on," Goding said as Leof wandered off. "Don't be jealous!"

Leof turned around.

"I'm not," he said, squirming as he felt his flesh crawl. He idly scratched at his wrist, claws combing against green scales where there had been skin before. "We're here for a dragon, aren't we?"

"I..." Goding paused. "I suppose so. I don't know, you tell me."

"Yeah..." Leof nodded, scratching at his neck now, his claws relieving the itchy scales there. "That's why we're here. To..." he looked down at his weapon. "To slay the dragon."

"Right," Goding agreed. "That's what we do. We're dragon's layers."

Leof looked up sharply at Goding. The man glared back with a serious stare, his golden eyes wreathed by equally gold scales, his nose flat, little more than two slits on his face. Leof licked his lips, tongue oddly long and thin, and felt for his own nose, feeling the same as he saw on Goding. He took a deep breath and licked his lips again, and swore he felt two tines flick wetly across his flesh.

"Dragon layers?" he queried.

Goding tilted his head.

"Now Leof," the older warrior said, a forked tongue flicking out of his mouth and licking suggestively at his golden scaled cheek. "Was that a statement or a question?"

"A question," Leof replied. He really wanted to reach inside his mouth and feel his tongue, but he kept his hands were they were. He didn't want to look more crazy than he felt. "Did you say dragon layers?"

"What?" Goding guffawed and slapped Leof's shoulder again. "Of course not! Why would I say that?"

"I don't know, I--" Leof stopped, scratching at his irritated chest and only succeeding in clinking his claws again his chainmail. He panted crossly, his tongue flicking out and he saw with his own eyes how it forked as he felt the itching spread down to his legs. He hissed and rubbed his thighs together, but that hardly helped.

"Do you want to fuck the dragon?" Goding asked, a smile splayed across his golden scaled visage. "It's always an option."

"What?" Leof exclaimed, horrified.

Goding threw his head back and laughed boisterously.

Embarrassed, Leof looked away, blushing. He scratched the back of his scalp and felt just how smoothly scaled his head was. It felt more right than wrong though, and he wasn't sure why. He distinctly remembered running his human hands through hair before, but now there was nothing, just smooth scales that were pleasantly warm to the touch. He gritted his pointed teeth at this thought, just as his jaws ached.

"Oh come on, Leof," he heard Goding say. "Twas merely a joke."

Leof looked to the older knight and saw a face he didn't quite recognize. The eyes were the same, yes, but Goding's face now resembled a proto muzzle, his snout short and with little slits at the end, no doubt for catching scent. His ears too were no longer recognizable as human or even ears either, instead golden scaled frilled fins that fluttered gently in the cool morning wind. With a start, Leof realized that the protrusion of his nose had been replaced with an emerald scaled snout. He reached up and felt it, running his claws over its short surface before opening it up and pulling at his tongue which indeed was forked. Then he felt frills that were no doubt not too different from Goding's own.

"Leof?"

Leof turned towards the voice but it wasn't Goding who had spoken, but Wyard--or at least so he assumed by the purple tabard that hung over his chainmail. He lifted his gaze and examined a visage that was not so unlike Goding's. Wyard's face was covered with fine white scales and he too had a proto muzzle, his a little sharper than the others though he lacked Goding's frills. He looked at Leof inquisitively with his bright blue eyes though they seemed dimmer than they had been before.

"Wyard?" Leof hazarded and the other knight nodded. "What is it?"

"I think I saw something, and I don't mean with my eyes."

"Yes?" Leof let out a heavy pant as the itch concentrated on his shoulders. "What did you see?"

"Oh." Wyard looked away, his tail twitching. "I don't know. Am I even supposed to be seeing things?"

"Of course, you're our seer."

"I am?"

"Yes," Leof tried to say confidently, his voice faltering. He turned to Goding. "Wyard is our seer."

"He is?" Goding murmured. "That's news to me."

"But--" Leof began before shutting his snout. He closed his eyes as he ran his tongue over the inside of his mouth, feeling for the first time how sharp his teeth were. But was it really the first time? Wouldn't he have noticed his teeth being so sharp before? But no, his tongue was tougher now. No, it had always been this tough and flexible, just like--

He growled and opened his eyes. He looked back to Wyard.

"What did you see? Tell me."

"Sure," Wyard said. "It was...well, it was a shape. Lots of them. Rounded, but not like a circle. It was like...like..." he shrugged. "I don't know."

"Well, that's very helpful," Leof snapped.

"Sorry," Wyard shrank back. Leof immediately regretted his words, but something else about Wyard caught his attention. While the seer had always been slight, now he was...slighter? Leof shook his head and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," Leof said. "I did not mean to..." He hissed in relief as the itching finally subsided. "I did not mean to be so angry. We are in this together, after all."

"Right," Goding said. "Right you are, Leof. We're all in this together, to lay the dragon."

Leof growled, sure he wasn't imagining things now. He turned to Goding and saw as the other three knights gathered behind him, their faces similarly pseudo-draconic, the twins the same shade of scarlet scales while Tond was a pale silver. Looking over them, Leof could not find fault in their coloration, yet he still recalled their visages being different, covered with something else surely... But what? He looked down at himself and saw the scales on his hands and could feel the warmth of them beneath his armor. If they didn't have scales covering them, then what? Fur? The thought itself was laughable. They weren't animals. Still, there was another more distracting issue at hand.

"You said lay the dragon," Leof said. "Is that right, Goding?"

"Yeah," Goding said, shrugging shoulders that seemed slimmer. "What else would we do?"

The words were said with such conviction that Leof almost didn't question them, except there was something resting against his hip that said otherwise. He put a clawed hand on the hilt of his sword, the metal cool and familiar, and yet so were the scales and claws...

"Kill it," he suggested.

"But why?" Tond asked, stepping forward, his silver proto muzzle scrunched up in confusion.

"Why?" Leof asked. "Because..."

"That would cause extinction," Tond interjected. "We don't want that. We may not be completely dragon, but as 'touched we have an obligation to--"

"To what?" Leof asked, folding his arms across his chest. He frowned and grimaced as his jaw ached again.

"Well..." Tond scratched his snout as it stretched... or was that just Leof's maddened mind making him see things? "To propagate the species."

"But..." Leof began but did not finish. He wanted to say that they were human, that they were knights, that they slew dragons, not lewded dragons, but that didn't quite make sense. Whatever was in his mind didn't mesh with the reality of the situation. How could he say he was entirely human when he had scales and claws, talons and a tail, and a snout with a forked tongue tucked inside? He was knight, yes, but human? No. So then what was the problem? Did it have something to do with the thought of laying a dragon: the magnificent creature at his mercy as he thrust his mighty sword into its dark depths? That wasn't to say those depths wouldn't be warm and welcoming, clamping down on his thick blade to ensure the production of eggs.

Eggs...

He shivered at the thought, his chainmail clinking loosely against his scales. He sighed and flicked out his tongue, imagining that scenario again, the dragoness with her tail lifted to expose her pulsing draconic scaled slit, so that he could...what? His tongue flicked out again, this time in distaste.

"How are we supposed to do that?" he asked, looking over his companions. He had always been the tallest, but now they seemed shorter than ever. "You can't really get pregnant taking it up the arse."

He bit his tongue and winced. What had he just said? His mind went back to the dragoness, but again she was unattractive. Instead he imagined a sturdy drake with dark purple scales and the sigil of their order embedded into his neck and wings, and that was much more palatable. His mind went a little farther as he imagined himself pinned down by the hulking dragon, powerless as a member as hot as the dragon's breath thrust into him. He felt his member harden at the thought, its stiffness smaller than he remembered, but no less firm. He squirmed as he felt it chafe against thickening thighs.

"True..." Tond murmured. "But maybe it makes eggs anyways."

Eggs. Leof shivered at the mention of the word, snapping somewhat back to reality. What was so enticing about it anyways? He growled and pushed the thought away. Why was he thinking about eggs, or dragons, or hot dragon dick for that matter? And why was he aroused? It was hardly fitting for a knight and certainly not helpful during a quest. He had to be focused, sure, and keen in mind. Salacious imagined reveries were keeping him from acting as a knight and leader of knights should. He pushed away his arousal with a growl, hardly noticing as his member softened and shrank. He clamped his snout tight even as it lengthened into a proper draconic muzzle. He looked over to his knight companions and saw their snouts longer as well, though he was more focused on their eyes. They were half-lidded, glazed over in fantasy.

"Companions!" he roared, wincing as his voice cracked. Still, it caught the other knights' attention and he continued: "Enough with the talk. We know why we're here. We will tarry no longer. Leave your packs behind. They will slow us down."

"Maybe the eggs come out the arse?" Litwin murmured, his voice soft.

"I don't think so," Elstan said, his voice equally soft though this didn't bother Leof. They were twins, after all. "Need a womb or something."

"Enough!" Leof shouted. "We will figure out how we will lay the dragon when the time comes. Until then, have your weapons ready."

"Oh, it is," Goding chuckled, the bulge in his leggings obvious.

Leof glared at Goding, and the older knight looked bashful for once. He looked away, the bulge in his crotch diminishing to nothingness. He squeaked and his claws flew to his crotch, but Leof had already turned away.

"Follow me," Leof command, and he heard his companions fall in line with the clacking of their claws and clanking of armor. Together the six began to make their way up the volcanic path in silence, and Leof was thankful for it. Silence gave him time to go through his thoughts, as muddled as they were. There was still something off, he was sure of it, but he couldn't quite piece it together. Normally, he would consult Wyard on such matters, but his last interaction with Wyard had left him doubting the seer, if he was even that anymore. What else would he be? If not a seer, what was he now? Or was he never a seer? Leof didn't know, couldn't know. He just had to keep pushing forward, and concentration on the quest would grant him clarity.

It turned out to be the opposite, however. At first the trek was comfortable, relaxing even. The silence save for the rustling of the wind put his mind mostly at peace, but then his body began to interfere. Or really, it was his armor. His nipples, which felt like odd leftovers of that small human part of him, chafed against his cool chainmail, while his leggings had started to slip. While the chafing was more an annoyance than anything, the slipping of his leggings actively impeded his movement. He hissed in annoyance and tightened his belt, but that only helped for a small span. He kept on tightening his belt until he ran out of notches for his buckle and then he had to resort to pulling his leggings up every few steps and, when he nearly tripped over his own feet, to holding them up with one clawed hand, which was too much. Annoyed beyond belief, he hissed and stopped to see what was the problem.

Leof looked down at his lower half and saw that his hips were wider, surely moreso than his shoulders, but that couldn't be right. He had always been a bit burly, and yet looking from his shoulders to hips confirmed quite the opposite. His shoulders were small and narrow, while his hips were set far apart, perfect for bearing eggs.

Eggs...

Leof shook his head, at least until he caught sight of his crotch. He dropped his leggings in surprise. His member was small, pathetic really, and yet he knew that couldn't be true. While he was chivalrous, he had bedded his fair share of women, and none of them had ever been less than pleased, and yet he failed to see how he could have done so with the shrunken member between his legs. It was almost as if--

"I can't do it," he heard Goding say, or at least what sounded like Goding in tone. The voice was higher, lighter. He spun around and found his companions in a similar situation as he--that is, the twins were stepping out of their leggings while Tond and Wyard were working on it. Goding, on the other hand, was half-naked, his shapely, smoothly scaled golden legs on display for all to see, along with his bare crotch. Or really, her bare crotch if the scaled, puffy slit in between her legs meant anything about her gender. Leof froze. How could--?

"I'm sorry," Goding said in that same feminine voice. "I just can't hide it any longer."

"Goding?" Leof gawked. "You--"

"I was hiding it from you," she said. "I was hiding it from all of you. I'm sorry. I know the tail fuckings made me seem like a man but..." She pointed to her slit. "She's real, boys."

"W-what?" Leof stuttered. "How could you--"

"How could I?" Goding laughed. "It's easy, Leof. I always hated being a flat chested 'touched, but..." She shrugged. "It made it easy to fit in with you. Made it easy to pretend to be a man. But now we're here, now we're so close...why hide it?" She traced over the edges of her exposed slit. "I'm sure he's going to love this."

"Well, if she's going to come out..." Litwin began in a hissing, though feminine voice.

"We are too." Estan said in the same tone, the crimson twins stepping forward together with a sway of their wide hips, their lower halves bared. Leof felt his face scales heat up as he saw that they were female too, and yet the sight of their bared femininity left him feeling cold below, lesser than anything. Even as he stared at their scaled slits, puffy and glimmering crimson, he couldn't believe his eyes. The twins were ladies this whole time? And Goding along with them? He groaned and shook his head, looking over to Wyard just in time to see the white scaled dragon reveal that she too was a dragoness, her white slit comprised of two bright blue lips that should have been enticing, and yet Leof squirmed as his member failed to show any interest whatsoever. Was it even there?

"Wyard," he breathed. "How?"

"How?" Wyard said with a giggle, flicking her tongue out at Leof as she shook her hips. Her blue eyes were dimmer than ever. "It's, like, how I was born. I've always had a pussy. Sorry, I know you like guys."

"But I don't?" Leof stammered, doubting even himself.

"That's why I always felt comfortable too," Tond said. Leof shifted his gaze to the last knight and sure enough, she had a pale silver slit that she dipped a claw into with a hiss. "The twins might make out sometimes, but I always knew our sisterhood and quest was more important than sex."

"Sisterhood?" Leof squealed and heard how his voice sounded, like him but as if he were a woman: a hissing, breathy dragon woman. He gulped and looked between his legs, and he cried out. His clawed hands quickly moved to cover the sight, but it was burned into his mind, an emerald cleft that looked more than willing to take whatever was offered to it. Even now she felt it throb needily.

"Wow," Wyard giggled. "We really are all girls here. But, like, we don't got any girls."

At this, Leof's nipples were suddenly hard and they chafed horribly against her chainmail. She shook her head.

"No!" she shrieked and the other knights looked to her, concern on their fully formed draconic snouts.

"What's wrong, Leof?" Goding asked. "You've been acting so strange lately."

"Totes," Wyard said. "Is it because you haven't had a good dicking in a little while?"

"No!" Leof growled. "Enough! Enough of this! We're here to lay the dragon. No more talk! We're wasting time." She spun to Wyard and snarled. "And the only dicking I'm getting is from that dragon!"

Even as the words tumbled out of Leof's mouth, she knew they were all wrong. She...he, no, she because...well, that was her, wasn't it? She was definitely a woman below and in her head...well, what was she? She was more confused than anything. She was a knight, she knew, but could a woman be a knight? Could a dragon be a knight? She supposed so, because otherwise what was she? She was on a quest, wasn't she? Then why were those words so wrong? Her current quest was to lay the dragon, and she would do it whether she wanted to or not and...she did want to. She felt her slit go slick as she imagined that powerful drake taking her as the eager, diminutive dragoness she was.

She shivered and turned around, wanting to stick to her word. She walked with quick, short steps up the path, tail lashing out with forced determination and claws clicking rhythmically against the stone ground as her loose chainmail clinked and rubbed at her stiff, sore nipples. She shivered, finding them surprisingly sensitive, their fine points causing her a mixture of pleasure and pain that swayed from one extreme to another. It was maddening, especially with how it made her chest seem to jiggle, not to mention the pain in her shoulder blades. She flexed her shoulders and tried to readjust her chainmail, but it fit so terribly, but why? It had been crafted for her exact specifications, and surely she hadn't been traveling this long with such discomfort. Whatever the case, she couldn't go on like this.

She hissed and came to a stop. They were so close to the end of the trail, but she couldn't take it any longer, clawed hands already working to remove her chainmail. She eyed the lumps on her chest suspiciously, wondering when she had ever had breasts, for that's what they surely were. She didn't remember acquiring them in her transition to adulthood or even feeling how they felt before, squashed and pressed together against cool chainmail. She'd bedded...well, someone before, even if her chivalry ensured she was relatively chaste. Relatively, and yet she couldn't recall her breasts being handled as they were now. Perhaps her lovers just had never been rough enough?

Whatever the case, she managed to remove her chainmail and tabard. She threw them both to the ground with a ringing clatter, its impact followed by five other similar metallic clinks nearby. She kept her sword belt on, however, as it fit well enough around her narrowed waist. Freed of their confines, her breasts bounced free. She looked down at them and saw they were round and green and perky, her nipples looking perfectly pinchable and that was an odd thought especially for her. Curious, she did just that and hissed as a jolt of pure pleasure ran down her spine to her already aroused pussy. Next, she cupped her breasts, feeling their real heft and weight, not that she felt any heavier. In fact, she felt quite the opposite, almost lighter somehow. She looked over her torso and found her stomach flat, her waist pressed inward, and her breasts complimenting her feminine figure. Still, her shoulders ached, and she flexed them above, gasping as something sprang from behind her back, twin appendages that flapped and created a cold swirl of air around her. She shivered and looked over her shoulder, gaping as she saw the small, scaled batlike wings that extended from her back, their taut membranes a light green. She also caught sight of her rear and found it larger than she remembered, cheeks plump and pleasing, not so unlike her breasts, and yet... was any of this right?

"Oh, there they are!" she heard Goding say, and then Leof squealed as the other dragoness rushed towards her and squeezed her breasts. "My, you've been holding out on us!"

Leof pushed the golden dragoness away and covered her chest while also curiously staring at Goding's chest. She too had breasts, and they weren't too large, though they fit Goding's lithe, curvy form. She could see why Goding would be jealous, because she certainly had bigger breasts, but why did she have breasts in the first place?

"I have not!" Leof protested. "And don't touch them! I'm not supposed to have them!"

"What do you mean?" Goding asked with a tilt to her head. Her wings flapped gently behind her. "You're a fine lady, Leof!"

"I am not!" Leof said, facial scales flushing hotly.

"Pfft, yeah you are," Wyard scoffed, giggling as she fondled her own big breasts that seemed a bit big for her smaller frame. Her eyes had lost their brightness entirely, and was it just Leof or did they even look a little dim? "And, like, you've got big boobies!"

"Well, not too big," Goding purred, sliding up to Leof. "But you've got 'em and a lot of 'touched don't. I guess you could say we're all very lucky."

Leof glared at Goding, before shifting her gaze over to the others. Tond indeed did have breasts, a nice silvery set with golden nipples, and the twins shared the same size, something they seemed to enjoy as they currently were in a tight embrace, breasts squeezed together as they shared a kiss. Leof gawked, then stiffened as she felt a claw brush against her slit. She pushed Goding away and growled.

"Stop it," she said. "All of you!"

"Why?" Goding sneered. "Just because you're self-conscious? No wonder you hid them."

"I did not!"

"Oh? What's the chainmail for? To keep your scales smooth?" She reached out and caressed Leof's smooth green stomach scales, at least until Leof slapped her claws away. "Oh! They are smooth! Do you polish them?"

"No!" Leof growled. "That's so..."

"So what?" Goding asked. "So feminine? You're a lady, Leof. There's nothing wrong with being a pretty, polished 'ness. Why, I think you look much better without the armor, whatever that was for..."

"Protection!" Leof shouted.

"Well, they certainly weren't protecting your girls," Goding laughed, then appeared upset as she looked pointedly at Leof's breasts. "Poor little dearies look bruised. Didn't protect them too well or..." She smiled sardonically. "Do much good protecting your...lair, eh? You just couldn't help yourself, could you?"

"Goding, stop! Please. There's something...something not right here. I'm not..." She shook her head, groaning as her stomach churned. She clutched at it. "I'm not sure what's going on."

Goding stopped laughing and looked at Leof with the utmost somber expression she could manage on her draconic snout.

"None of us do, hun. It's all of our first pregnancies, after all."

Leof froze, eyes looking into the side of the mountain, and then winced as her stomach growled. No, not growled, and it wasn't quite her stomach....

Leof was suddenly afraid to look down, especially as she felt her stomach push out against her claws.

"Totes," Wyard agreed. "Our first broods! I'm, like, so excited!"

Leof shivered and felt a warmth beyond her slit that felt so right, even as her swelling stomach felt so wrong. While the addition of her breasts had felt like nothing new, her larger stomach was quite the opposite. She felt the weight it was putting on her, and she felt momentarily dizzy, her knees weak and ankles swollen. She stumbled and caught herself on the side of the path, her gaze inadvertently catching sight of her stomach and the unmistakable signs of an early pregnancy.

"Oh gods," she breathed.

"Thank the gods!" Tond said. "They surely answered our prayers." She let out a deep sigh. "But truly, we should be thanking you, Leof."

Leof looked up to Tond and saw the silver scaled dragoness standing there, seemingly uncaring as her gravid swell grew larger. The knight could scarcely believe it, but something else was on her mind. Her breath felt short, and why wouldn't it? She had just hiked up an inactive volcano with a pregnant belly at a pace that would have left weaker dragonesses in the dust.

"No..." she murmured. She couldn't be pregnant, could she? She had slept with...well, with other 'touched before, but that couldn't be the cause. She was always careful about protection, and yet...her mind conjured images of a strong drake, the same one from before, and it seemed so real now. She, on her knees, breasts pressed into the ground, tail raised, slick slit and ready, and then the drake pressing into her, thrusting in and out, her squealing and hissing wantonly, all thoughts of chivalry and honor and knighthood abandoned for those cherished moments of lust and pleasure, and then it was over, him filling her up and ensuring she could be nothing but pregnant before moving onto her sisters, to ensure that they could complete their quest. That's what they had done in the caverns, right?

"No, no, no!" she shouted, but it seemed to make so much more sense than what her muddled mind recalled of hair--hair! Not scales--and hot, tight armor on a muscled frame and a different sort of sword between her legs than the one hanging on her hip. That didn't make much sense, not when she was so smoothly scaled with wings and a tail that demanded to be free of metallic confines, not to mention her swollen, sensitive breasts. And how could she think herself ever a man when she was clearly a dragoness with her slit slit and her womb within, one that was increasingly heavier with eggs by the second?

"Oh, don't be so humble," Goding snorted. "You're the one that got us knocked up. You're so high and uptight until you find the right dragon, is that it?"

"I did not..." Leof protested, pulling her sense of self further and further apart, scrambling to piece her thoughts back together.

"You totes did," Wyard said. "One glance of that hunk and you lifted your tail. Such a slut!"

"I would do no such thing!" Leof cried, but was it true? What else other than draconic fornification would explain her swollen state, why else would those memories seem so real, unless, of course, they were?

"And now she denies it?" Goding laughed. "Such a prude, and it's all so obvious. Girl, we've got the same bellies as you, the same leaky tits, the same swollen ankles. If he didn't get you pregnant, who did? Are you saying you got some dragon dick we didn't?"

Leof shook her head, hissing softly even as she felt her breasts ache and her nipples stiffen before dribbling a little from the fleshy points. She looked down and watched them swell as they filled with a sweet, warm liquid which would be perfect to feed the whelps after they hatched. Until then, she would have to rely on the others to make sure she didn't get overly full, and even now she felt like that, droplets already leaking from her dark green tight nipples.

"Oh my," Goding gasped. "You look full. Need some help?"

"Don't!" Leof hissed, backing up and finding herself already against wall physically and mentally. She was still as the golden dragoness advanced upon her, fighting against both mind and body as her stomach continued to swell. Goding's words seemed so true, the thought of the drake fucking her pregnant more reality than fantasy, which meant it must be true, right? How else to explain her gravid belly, full of eggs?

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Eggs...

Such things did not just grow on their own. She shivered as thoughts of eggs flooded her mind, along with a wave of hormones. Eggs, they seemed so nice. Eggs, they were what she wanted. Eggs, they were crucial to her quest.

Her quest!

She looked up and hissed as Goding gently squeezed her nipples, eliciting rivulets of milk to spill forth from her breasts along with additional pleased hisses.

"Goding," she murmured. "Please, I--"

"Hmm?" the golden dragoness said, getting closer to the knight so that their pregnant bellies brushed together. "I can't quite hear you..."

"The quest..." she hissed, looking down at her belly, so full and round and dimpled with eggs.

Eggs...

"What about it?" Goding asked, removing her claws from Leof's breasts to work on her own. She moaned and shivered even while rubbing her belly against Leof's.

"It's..." Leof quivered. She looked away from Goding to her other companions. Wyard, short and curvy and busty, was playing with her breasts, her baby bump smaller than the others. Tond's silver scaled form had gained quite a bit in pregnancy, her breasts much larger and her belly the biggest of them all. She would have quite the clutch, Leof noted. The twins stood side by side, breasts leaking as they rubbed at each other's gravid bellies, swords sometimes clinking together as they leaned in for intermittent tonguey kisses. Leof gasped as her stomach stopped swelling, the last egg moving into place. She looked down at it, guessing she had at least seven.

"I--" Leof murred as she rubbed at her stomach. "I was wrong. We weren't here to lay the dragon."

"Of course not," Goding smiled wryly. "That was the first part. That's what started this quest."

"Then...?"

"It's just like you said at the base," Goding replied, wincing as she lifted one foot and then another. "We're here to lay the dragons, not lay with dragons. Or are you changing your mind?"

"But I..." Leof searched back in her mind. What had she said? As she recalled, it had been a rather pointless, uninspiring speech. She had tried to convince them of...what? Or had she just been trying to convince herself of something like she had been doing all day, in denial of her pregnancy? Was that it?

"Fine," she said. "Let's lay these dragons." She rubbed her rounded belly. "Our dragons..." She looked up at Goding. "We have to finish our hike first. Our last labor indeed..."

"You heard her, girls!" Goding said. "Let's get going! Enough rest!"

Despite the complaining, the six traveled as one, their journey slower this time. They walked carefully, Leof supporting the others as a matter of both honor and motherhood as they reached the end of the trail, the upward ascent at least. From atop the inactive volcano, they saw the caldera below where true dragons had laid their eggs for generations. Now here they were, dragon enough, ready to lay another generation. They just had to make it down a short, though treacherous path.

Carefully they went, Leof leading the way, helping the others down and providing respite when it was truly necessary, though she urged the others on faster as she felt her first egg begin to move in position, and indications from other proved the same was happening to them. By the time they reached the bottom, Leof was panting and hissing, her breath short, her slit already pulsing as it stretched in preparation for the laying. She took a step forward and felt something rattle against her side. She looked down at her sword, unbuckled her belt and held it out towards Goding.

"What were we going to use this on again?" Leof asked, panting. "Should have...left it...with the rest of the stuff at the bottom."

She threw it behind them, at the end of the path. Goding laughed, and the others did the same. From here, the pregnant and shortly expecting dragonesses split off into pairs, Goding with Leof, Wyard with Tond, and the twins together, of course. Leof positioned herself against a caldera wall, with Goding sitting next to her. She shivered and hissed as her egg began to move.

"We're here," Leof panted. "We finally made it."

"Actually," Goding said, likewise panting. "We've got some ways to go."

"Quiet," Leof grunted, quivering. "Shut up and lay."

And so they did, the dragonesses panting, moaning, and hissing through each egg that left, one after another, Leof murmuring the virtues of their cause with each passing second while Goding made some quips only she found funny. It was the hardest labor Leof had ever went through, but it was also the highest honor she could ever hope to achieve. Motherhood, after all, was not without its merits.

Finally it was over, and Leof sat with seven eggs clutched in her arms, Goding with six. As they went to help the others, they heard a roar, draconic and distant. Leof looked over to Goding and smiled. Her mind was no longer muddled, the quest having brought the clarity she had hoped for. She was a knight, yes, but also a mother, and a damn good dragon layer.

"Maybe I was wrong," she hummed.

"How so?" Goding asked.

"Maybe there is a dragon to lay..."