POORLY WRITTEN WYVERN TFTG STORY
I should have ignored it...
My world-weary intellect immediately presumed the e-mail at the top of my inbox was a hoax, a ruse, but my overpowering curiosity won over my reasoning and convinced me to test its validity by dialing the included number. A lighthearted woman working for the mysterious organization answered and explained where to go and when, the where being the industrial piers at the edge of town, the when being that day at noon.
Finally, I sarcastically thought, a chance to do something more than veg behind my laptop with the futile hope for something to come along and pull me free of my suffocating dead end job of filling coffee cups with a fake-ass smile. A quick map search later and I was on my way. Lacking transportation I took the city bus then walked passed the various warehouses and docks dotting the area near and along the concrete sea wall.
Arriving at the pier I noticed twenty or so vehicles in the parking lot. I guess I'm not the only desperate introvert seeking freedom from a self inflicted hell, I thought as I sauntered up to the meeting spot on the sunlit pier.
The other 'volunteers' were chatting the time away in small clusters. A man about my age waved me over, and we discussed the terms of the e-mail with the others for some time, more specifically, how unbelievable it sounded. It was at that point that I realized there were no women; just us solitary (a.k.a. chronic masturbating) young dudes.
A large, rather classy looking silver helicopter arrived moments later and landed at the end of the pier. An imposing man wearing a business suit and dark shades loomed out and beckoned to us. With our excitement reaching childlike heights we had little reason to back out, and as such, we complied and were kindly ushered inside the luxurious aircraft.
The chopper took off immediately and headed out to sea. By approximately two in the afternoon the promised state of the art research vessel appeared at the horizon. The impressively high tech ship was the size of a small cruise liner, was painted silver and black, and had a large helipad on its aft.
Everyone on board the helicopter manifested an almost palpable anxiety as it landed and a quick peak out one of the small windows revealed why. Approaching the helipad were several heavily armed guards wearing black tactical garb, each carrying a military style rifle. Security guards, I thought, but why do they seem ready for war?
Our nervousness was justified when the guards apprehended and injected each of us in the neck with something as soon as we exited the chopper. It didn't take long for the fluid to render our shocked minds unconscious as we all collapsed in succession. The last thing I saw before blacking out was the laces of the security team's boots.
I awoke in a featureless laboratory style holding cell with dark flooring, white ceiling, and Plexiglas walls. My whole body throbbed with pain, and it took a few seconds for my vision to return. Lining the walls on either side of the room were similar cells, each containing another 'volunteer,' all of us stripped naked.
In the center of the lab was an open control booth occupied by a rather attractive female wyvern. She was different than ones I'd seen since the transformative outbreak years ago. While most of them were quite large and terrifying, she was slender, shapely, about six feet tall standing upright, and maintained a modest pair of breasts. Her scales were a dark blue with a light shade of orange at her front and belly while her claws, backward pointing dorsal and tail spikes were white.
"Good evening, gentlemen, and welcome," she conceitedly began, speaking into a microphone. We were unable to stand, the pain of whatever was happening to us was far too much to bare, but we listened in as best we could. "I'll be frank with you, given that your lives are about to be stolen from you... We aren't the scientists you were promised. We are not government contractors, nor do we do business on any legitimate level... You see, boys, we're what you can call- unique pet breeders. We receive our orders from an- aristocratic- clientele, and using our proprietary nanite strain we transform lackluster millennials such as yourselves into their desired pet... And for today, we have several orders for wyvern gals! Exciting isn't it? Each and every one of you is already changing into a sexy dragon fuck toy for our horny clients!"
She was right. I could feel every bone, muscle, tendon and sinew in my body beginning to painfully shift. With a yip of fear I managed to fight the pain and stand on my changing feet that were steadily on their way to becoming three toed, talon tipped dragon paws.
My groans of agony turned to screams as I lost my balance, falling forward and catching myself on a wall. My ankles burned as they cracked and my legs slowly shifted into a digitigrade stance. Black talons ripped through my new three toed paws as new muscle bulged and pulsed into existence from my neck down. As my new paws settled into form I found myself able to balance again, albeit a little hunched over, allowing my eyes to note my individual changes as they rippled painfully over my nanite corrupted form.
Crying out, I gained about half a foot in height as my spine lengthened, the vertebrae showing through the skin of my back. Reaching my hands suddenly, the nanites shortened and thickened my first three digits and lengthened my ring and pinky fingers in crackling pulses all the while causing them to point backwards while my arms lengthened some and gained muscle. Soon powerful black talons erupted from my fingertips, the ones on my thumb, index and middle fingers being the largest while the ones on my developing wings were uselessly small.
Whimpering I felt my wing arms surge with painful energy and stretch to there full size, the signature membrane filling in between my digits and from my hands to the top of my widening hips in seconds.
In spite of the increase in overall size and muscle, I felt and watched my body begin to lose its masculinity. More and more with each terrified breath I could only groan in an odd pleasure as I observed my widening hips, narrowing shoulders and sliming waist begin to settle into a womanly figure no man should ever have. I shuttered, knowing what the feminizing nature of my changes would mean for my unchanged manhood.
As if someone was stabbing me just above my haunches, a powerful surge of painful energy heralded my next draconic change. My spine lengthening again, I craned my lengthened neck to watch a thick nub begin to form from my tailbone, soon stretching out, inch by horrible inch, into the powerful thick muscled tail of a dragon. It swayed for a moment then curled inward around my legs as my black dorsal and rows of tail spikes began to painfully lance through my skin.
And then the scales came. Plated where it mattered, soft enough for even sensitive skin to enjoy where it really mattered, the new slightly chitinous hide flowed like a tidal wave from my neck down, my skin stinging as it was steadily replaced by my new draconic epidermis. As the sensation passed I saw that the color of my upper scales was a dark blue, while the underside of my new tail, chest and belly was much lighter.
My breasts soon became increasingly tender, and I let loose a moan as my still present human nipples darkened and grew to a hard feminine size. I brought my wing talons to my chest just in time to feel a powerful pressure build under them. I moaned almost girlishly as my budding chest swelled with each pant until I was left with a pair of DD breasts, their scales luxuriously smooth.
The nanite corrupted portions of my mind begged me to rub them, to give in to the pleasures my new female chest brought, but I clenched my wing talons and took several deep breaths. I wasn't gonna give in! I was gonna fight this until I escaped!--
My thoughts of getting out of the hellish situation vanished when intense pain wracked my unchanged head. I screamed as my skull and jaws began to crack and shift, my face pushing out into a streamline, somewhat feminine draconic muzzle tipped with kissable black lips. Carnivorous teeth steadily replaced my old, omnivorous human ones, forcing a predatory growl from my throat and then a roar as I felt my new black horns grow out the back of my newly shaped skull.
I trembled in fear, knowing there was only one thing left to change. -- My manhood.
Soon it began. Intense pleasure radiated from my dwindling cock and balls, eliciting an animalistic moan of unadulterated pleasure from my reptilian gullet. I didn't want to look, but my bright blue slit pupil reptilian eyes were soon locked onto my changing genitals, my neck craning. An odd mix of sheer terror and unfettered pleasure to my expression I watched my cock shrink, and then felt my scrotum pull taut, outlining my shrinking balls. Averting my eyes I shifted from foot to foot and let my heavy tail flex and sway repeatedly as I felt the tightness of my scrotal skin increase with every passing second.
With the discomfort and increasing pleasure simply too much for me to deny any longer I felt myself slump to my back with my legs splayed and pulled inward. My toes flexed and my long tail slid across the cold metal floor, curling inward at each jump in sensation.
My long tongue lolling from my jaws as I felt no further reason to hold back and let my wing talons do as they pleased while my loins rolled in fiery pleasure. I reached for and teased my new hypersensitive nipples with my talons and fondled my breasts themselves with the paw like portion of my wing talon. With the other I stroked up my thighs and rubbed the overly sensitive portions of the base of my heavenly tail.
With several hisses and a high pitched chirp I felt my first testicle begin its ascension into my abdomen. Gasping for breath I curled my toes and writhed as the taut skin got even more so. I kicked out and thrashed my tail when finally, up it went with an audible slurp, soon followed by more hissing and a cry as the other followed. I writhed in pleasure, feeling my testes go about their mission of tunneling my virgin womanhood and finding their new home as ovaries.
Letting out my strained breath I craned my head to watch the rest. My cock was almost non existent after a few seconds, much more like a clitoris after a few more. I gasped and let out a cry of pleasure as my deflated scrotum firmed up and split down the middle, the sides thickening and puffing up into a dark pink pair of female cunt lips. My cock then nestled into its new home as my clit just in time for my new pussy to thicken with new muscle.
"Your buyer is already here," taunted the dragon woman from the control booth.
Oh God, no! An alarm like no other went off in my mind when the Plexiglas door to my cell was opened by one of the guards. My draconic visage shifted to one of absolute horror as my new pussy began leaking femcum down my tail and thighs. My new dragon woman body was awkward but I managed to stand after a few moments.
"Out!" The heavily armed man ordered, and I obeyed, not wanting to get shot.
I, and the rainbow of new girly dragons were forced at gunpoint into a different room where a few business suited men stood. They must be our new owners, my mind thought when suddenly the lights flickered and whole ship seemed to vibrate, and the faint sounds of shouting, helicopters, and rapid gunfire outside echoed through the corridors.
Seeing my opportunity, I swallowed my powerful arousal and roared, then knocked one of the guards over with a swing of my powerful new tail. The other dragonesses soon followed my lead, knocking the guards down before they could fire. We dashed down the corridors with the hopes of finding whoever was attacking the ship.
Eventually we made our way to the main deck, then sped down the corridor toward the double doors leading to the helipad, but our luck ran out soon after. Emerging onto the helipad, our terrified eyes were greeted by the sight of a dozen guards, all with their weapons aimed at us.
I tried to stop, but my talon tipped feet slipped out from under me. As I tried to stand, a searing pain ripped through my side, leg, and a wing talon as the men opened fire. Collapsing in the most intense pain I've ever felt I watched several of my fellow dragonesses fall to the same blistering rifle fire.
As the unwounded dragonesses retreated back into the ships corridors the firing stopped and a guard approached me with his M-4 aimed right at my head. I could feel and see the blood flowing from under me as my wounds bled.
This is it, I thought. It's over... I failed...
A jet of blood suddenly erupted from the side of the guard's helmet, and he collapsed, dead, the other guards flinching as another received a head shot as well from seemingly out of nowhere. Soon after a white and orange helicopter buzzed beside the ship and the guards immediately began firing at it. A man inside the chopper fired a sniper rifle in single shots, killing several more guards as more arrived to try and shoot the helicopter down.
The guards became even more frantic suddenly, rushing for cover and firing in several directions. The reason why became apparent when men in much more sophisticated camouflaged gear emerged from the upper decks and double doors, firing precision bursts from more advanced rifles at the guards, taking many of them down in a bloody mess.
Soon the high speed special forces men, who I later learned were Coast Guard, swarmed the helipad and finished off the last bit of resistance offered by the guards. One of them came to a stop less than a foot away from where I lay. As he stopped firing I reached up to get his attention.
He quickly slung his rifle and knelt beside me, pulling down his cloth mask.
"You're gonna be fine, buddy," he reassured me and took my wing talon in his hand. "Just stay still. We have help coming." He placed a hand on his radio and pressed a button. "Main this is Lima 0-1. I have civilians down and need casevac to deck three helipad immediately. I say again, requesting casevac to deck three..."