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"Hard to believe it's nearly November already!" Peter thought to himself, stretching in his chair as he idly glanced at the calendar on his wall. It was the day before Halloween, and there wasn't a whole lot that could be done outside of ensuring he had enough candy on hand for any trick-or-treaters who might show up. If anything, he felt like he should be preparing for Christmas, if anything!

There was a ping at his computer as he saw a message from his friend Alex pop up. The two kept one another company on the regular, and Alex usually checked in on him, especially during more stressful times.

"Hey, man!"

"Oh hey!" He perked up, instantly typing to him. "How's things going on your end, anything exciting going on or is it just the same old same old?" He chuckled.

"Mostly same old, but I gotcha something - the package says it's been delivered by now. Since you like Monster Hunter stuff, and there's a newish game, I found something you might like."

He responded, leaving off the fact that the site had seemed off in ways he couldn't quite place. Dragons, wyverns and all kinds of reptiles had merch there, and he'd found one that he knew Peter would like.

"Oh?" Peter's curiosity was piqued. "But I haven't received any post ye-" He was about to finish as he heard a knocking at the door. "I guess that must be it, I'll be right back!" He typed to Alex as he leapt up from his seat, heading towards the front door. He opened the door, expecting to see the postman, but there was no-one to be seen. Instead, a large box now sat on his doorstep.

It had a decent amount of heft to it, but it wasn't too heavy as Peter brought it back inside. The package didn't have much markings on it beyond a label claiming it came from The Lair of Dragons and that there was a certainty that the customer would not only be satisfied, but be back for more. There wasn't too much tape on it, so opening it up would be a very simple affair.

He grabbed a pair of scissors from the nearby drawer, running the sharp end along the tape to cut through it - even if there was little tape, he knew all too well that it could be hell to remove at times, especially if it was sticky. "OK, let's see what lies inside!" He flipped the lid of the box open, carefully pulling on the inner styrofoam packaging - whatever was inside, they wanted to ensure it reached him in one piece.

Inside, in addition to a sealed envelope and a plastic baggie with what looked like company letterhead on it was a decently large statue of a large, black-scaled dragon with red scales on it and what looked like a golden mask on its head. A long tail terminated in a tri-bladed blunt head, looking poised to smash anything that annoyed it. Proud red-finned wings were also unfurled. Peter knew what it was instantly.

"No way~" He said with a smile, admiring the statue as he turned his attention back to his friend on messenger for a moment, sitting back down as he typed to him. "Where did you come across a statue of a Malzeno like this? There's barely any good fan art yet, let alone enough references to make a full sculpture out of!"

"That site has all kinds of stuff you wouldn't believe! I almost got you a statue of Smaug, but I'm not sure how much of a LOTR fan you are, so I went with Monster Hunter. But I dunno, man. They sure know their stuff when it comes to scaled critters."

He shrugged on the other side of the screen. The Malzeno statue had popped up for him pretty quickly. After a moment's thought, he added in. "Was a questionnaire for what I was looking for, too."

"You know I'm a sucker for anything with scales!" He chuckled, glancing back over at the statue. "And what did you fill in, out of curiosity?"

"Came up with the same answer as you, honestly, but there was only one in stock, so I wanted you to get it. Gave me some kind of cryptic message, something about generosity with gifts coming back, but you definitely needed a smile more than I did. Once you get it all set up, send some pics!"

"I'll do so once I get it out of the box and everything! I'm gonna have to be careful handling it either way, everything on it looks so sharp!" He said before turning his attention back to the box, carefully removing all the outer packaging before attempting to lift it up onto the table.

The various pieces of styrofoam and cardboard came off easily enough, their job of keeping the statue safe in transit done. Peter couldn't wait to get it out of the box and he already had a pretty good spot in mind for it to boot. Though as he reached in and began reaching it out, his finger brushed against one of the bladed portions of the wings and he felt a twinge of pain.

"Ack!" He winced, pulling his hand back as a small trail of blood dripped down his finger. "Damn, that's a hell of a lot sharper than it looks... maybe I should put it in a place where it won't cause damage to anything if it gets knocked or picked up!" He thought, looking at the statue again.

As he watched, the blood seemed to be drawn into the statue, the eyes glowing ominously. He was barely able to get the statue over to its place before he felt his hands twitching and pulsing, feeling his heart pumping rapidly as his cock went stiff almost immediately. As Peter watched, dark black scales began to envelop his hands whilst his nails split apart to reveal large, sharp ivory colored talons. Wickedly curved and massive, he could easily do some serious damage with them.

"Ghh..hrghh..." He huffed at the sudden rush of adrenaline, groaning as he struggled to straighten his trousers as if to hide his erection. "How... how is this even...?" He looked at his new claws, wriggling them about. He was sorely tempted to try them out on something, just to gauge how strong they were.

His spine started to stretch, and Peter soon got his wish to tempt them out as a brief spasm of pain forced him down onto all fours, more from the surprise than anything else. His talons made contact with the floor and a brief flex caused them to leave deep gouges in the floor, the scales spreading up his arms as his hands began to grow in size, easily too large for a normal human as it was, his arms likewise thickening with powerful draconic muscles, red feathers near his wrists also sprouting. He felt so damned STRONG... and horny... a small voice whispering to him to relinquish his humanity.

"Rrgh...hrrraarrhhh!!" He growled, the claw marks only growing deeper and larger as his hands grew. He could hear the voice calling him from all directions, his ears twitching as he attempted to figure out where it was coming from. "Who... who's doing... rrhh... this to me..." He asked aloud.

"You're smarter than most humans... offering up your blood, your soul itself to become a dragon like me. Yes, human... I like you. I shall give you the gift you desire! Prepare to join a much superior species!"

He felt his arms broadening further as the scales spread upwards, his shoulders shifting so that he could only stand on all fours, but Peter found himself increasingly okay with this fact as he continued to grow larger, the scales starting to spread down his chest, his cock ragingly hard.

"Rrrgh...mmrrrgghh..." A growling moan left his throat, his clothing feeling increasingly tighter against his body. His dick was leaving a very clear indentation in his pants, the head poking free past the shrinking fabric. "Why does it feel sooo.... Soooo gooooood...~"

"Because it does feel good! Why waste time feeling shame? Indulge! Slake your thirsts and desires! Shame is for those weakling humans! You are to become a dragon! You want this... you SHOULD want it. Feel your body becoming strong, becoming indestructible! Do not hold back! Destroy this dwelling in your rebirth! Your wisdom in shedding your humanity is to be lauded!"

His chest began to barrel outwards rapidly as black scaled, covered with some red, followed behind, his strength dramatically increasing as the room began to look a lot smaller to Peter. He was almost as large as it was, and showed no signs of stopping for the moment as he came out the last of his human seed, his clothing tearing away easily as it failed to contain his growing body. His neck also realigned itself so his view would be unobstructed.

"Rrgghh... fuuuuuuuuuuuuccckkkk!" He snarled, feeling increasingly confined as the room around him continued to shrink. Rather than fill him with panic, it served to fill him with anger, the thought of being trapped within such a small dwelling enraging him, claws digging into the ground.

"Hhfffhh...fffuccckk... so damn good...!"

They dug down further as Peter continued to grow, a crazed look forming on his face as the scent of the blood on the statue drove him wild. He knew it was his, but he wanted to hunt, to consume, to convert. His cock began to turn a dark black in color as it packed on girth and length, easily many, many times larger than it had been as a human, ridges lining the underside of it as it came to a point, his balls audibly plumping up and churning with potent new seed as a slit opened up to protect them when he wasn't aroused. As his hips shifted to further allow for his new movement, his anus shifted positions. "Yesss... you're closer to perfection, to completion! And it won't be just you... wouldn't your friends be much better served being elevated beyond their wretched humanity? Being changed into blood-crazed and lustful dragons, by your hands? Your shaft? Wouldn't that be much better, Peter~?"

"Mrrraarrgghhhhhh!!!" He roared, the room around him trembling as his back and head pushed against the ceiling, a snarl of anger leaving his mouth. "I.. need... FREEDOM!" He swung his foreleg against the wall, effortlessly knocking it over, the cold, autumn air caressing his scales. And he had to admit, the thought of seeing his friends grow large, sprouting scales, wings and horns... why, they'd be MUCH better that way. Humans were either food or worthy of conversion.

He could feel his spine stretching as a pair of bulges formed right behind his forelegs, his spine soon lengthening out into a long, impressively thick and powerful tail, new nerves wiring themselves in as it eventually terminated in that same tri-bladed mace that graced the statue's. "Grrrhhhh... much better... fffuccckk... need to be.... COMPLETE!" He hissed as he felt his hindlegs bulking up to meet the powerful draconic being he was becoming, thick with muscle and scales. His heels stretched as they became digitigrade, his toenails becoming lethal talons.

His new tail punched a hole in the ceiling, ripping the roof off of his house, caught on the sharpened spikes. His feet kicked against the ground, the claws slicing through the earth, another growl leaving his mouth as he pushed himself up, arching his back and causing more of the domicile to fall around him.

"Rrggh.. GRRARARRHHH!!" He bellowed, beginning to feel a heat rising up his throat. The house continued giving way, the rubble sliding off his scales. He looked up to the moon above, growling.

"Now, spread your wings! They elevate you not just above the ground, but those worms! You are a dragon, a king, a ruler!"

The voice continued as Peter could feel the two bulges behind his forelegs stretching outwards as a pair of powerful limbs stretched outwards, two scythe-like claws forming as long fingers grew outwards, red leathery flesh filling in the gaps as his new wings sprouted and grew to intimidating size, easily letting the dragon-to-be fly and fly fast, his neck starting to stretch outwards and lengthen as scales covered it, giving him powerful protection. He felt so damned powerful, nothing could stand against him and live.

"GRRGGHH..!" He snarled, feeling his neck stretching, his voice growing deeper still. His new wings cast a shadow around him, the odd warmth growing more intense, as if something was trying to escape. "I... I'm so close.. I must... ASCEND...!" The corruption had taken hold of him fully, not that he had tried to put up any resistance in the first place.

"The moon turns red to honor you, my friend... doesn't it look wonderful? The herald of the hunts to come!" As he turned his neck, Peter could feel his tongue elongating and becoming forked, frills emerging from the back of his neck and giving him a nice crest, only adding to his frightening majesty. The moon was indeed turning red as he gazed upon it - subtle at first, but there was soon no mistaking the crimson coloration discoloring it, giving it an ominous aura, as if the massive vampiric dragon wasn't enough. A pair of long horns sprouted from his skull as his ears shrank away, face pushing out into a muzzle that almost resembled a skull mask, his teeth becoming meat-rending fangs inside of his frightening maw. Soon, he'd be complete. Only one thing remained, to fully become the dragon he was meant to be. He needed to seal the pact with his seed.

"I... I..." He stammered, his cock throbbing violently. His tongue flickered between his fangs, picking up several additional scents in addition to his sharpened sense of smell. He leaned forwards, claws sinking through the ruins of his house as he was finally pushed over the edge. With a loud, monstrous bellow, the great beast came, his dick erupting with the force of several volcanoes. On the subject of eruptions, a giant plume of reddish-black flame burst free of his vicious maw, lighting up the sky.

"I... GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

His words soon became a deafening roar as he came, the human that had been Peter now fully becoming a powerful and virile Malzeno who thought very precious little of what humanity could offer beyond filling his stomach, providing tribute and elevating those few who held his respect into dragons such as himself. They would rule this world by fang, claw and fire.

"GRRROORAAAARRRHHHH...HHRHRHRRHAHRH....MMHRRRRAHAaAaharhrhrhhh..." His roar slowly died down, his cock eventually running dry, at least for now. The monstrous dragon was left panting, his sated lust pooling around his claws and down the street. "Mrrahahh... hehe... that's jusssst wonderful..." He said with a hiss, taking a look over what remained of his house, as well as the city around him.

The voice had gone silent, but he knew he didn't need to hear its wise words anymore. Everything it had said was very right, and he was far better off as a dragon, not that he could imagine being human right now! Still, he had some work ahead of him. Finding a lair, hunting, but most importantly, creating more dragons to have some fun with. Ruling the world would get rather dull if he was the ONLY one he could truly turn to for some fun, after all. But who to start with, he wondered. There was screaming as people ran from the monstrous draconic being, but he paid them little mind. They'd learn their places sooner or later.

A good few people came to mind - people he had known as a human being, people who had been kind to him, people who had shared similar interests. There were two potential frontrunners - a female acquaintance who would certainly appreciate becoming a towering dragoness, and the friend who had sent him the statue in the first place.

"I ssssshould repay his kindness..." He said with a twisted grin. "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here right now." His wings spread wide, creating a gust as he took off from the ground, scattering the remnants of his house.

"You had better be ready for me, dear friend!" He cackled, letting loose another roar as he took off into the night. "The hunt has only jussssst begun!"