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The horizon burned like a wall of flames above the surface of the ocean, the moon rising up to take its place in the vast beyond around him. The trees rustled with uncertainty, brushing up against Hiccup's hands as he sat on the porch of his father's home. He took a deep, cool breath into his nostrils, eyes staring blankly before him as his thoughts pondered back and forth. The clutter of voices from the Vikings nearby were numbed as he lost himself in his thoughts. Between his fingers twiddled a small vial of pink liquid, moving it around slowly as he hummed for a moment before speaking aloud. "Maybe Dad was right, maybe..."

He then gave a shake of his head, pushing the hair on his forehead out of his eyes, turning to gaze over his invention he kept stowed under a large sheet on the side of the house. The rope launcher he'd created was large but he'd been able to hide it from his father thus far as he'd been busy with attending to the village. His fingers then gripped the glass case between them, staring at his filled palm once more before raising his head to the sky. He then pressed his hands together on his lap, "No, I can do this. It should work, I just have to get up close." Still, the idea of being able to actually succeed at something when everyone else thought so low of him, well, it wasn't the most encouraging thing but he'd grown used to it. He'd shoot down a dragon, turn them into a dragoness and then present him to his dad. Then he'd surely have to thank him, he just had to try.

The loud cry from the sheep in the pens in the lower levels of the village drew him out of his thoughts, one of the Vikings giving a daily count of each of them to make sure none had disappeared. Hiccup took notice of one of their female dragons laying near the fences, her brilliant blue scales shining brightly against the glare of the sun's rays, her eyes scanning the sky for danger between napping. The young boy marveled at the Stormfly, still in awe at how their recent discoveries over the past few years of taming dragons had shown successful, at least for the most part. He thought back to when they had attempted to train a male Skullcrusher, the unruly beast destroying many buildings in its struggles before they had let them go. Over the years they had discovered that females were easier to tame than a male, using this knowledge in the future as the dragons attacked their homeland then and again.

Hiccup's father didn't support the idea of welcoming dragons into their world at first, but once he saw the sheer power and defensive advantage they could provide, he eventually gave way even if he still complained about it often even now. These discoveries only made him treat his son harsher, intent on showing him that killing dragons was in their blood and that he needed to be ready to fight back at any moment. And in a way he was right, or at least he could see his point of view. If they could tame dragons like these, he needed to be prepared for whenever they may come knocking on their door.

He continued pressing the vial between his hands, the Stormfly below giving a growl at one of the sheep as they drew close to her on the other side of the fence, her spines standing up in warning. Hiccup felt a shiver pass through him, his own father's worries having been passed down partially to him, making it hard to really push himself to ever try and confront one. But if he wanted the recognition of being one of them, a real Viking, he knew he'd have to stand up for himself.

He soon after stuffed the container into his pocket, rising to his feet with a crack of his sore neck, doing a quick stretch with his hands above him before returning back inside to work on his contraptions more before the end of the day. He noticed his dad wasn't home, assuming he must have had some business to worry about with the other Vikings, climbing up the wooden steps as he reached his room. He grabbed some matches on his desk as he entered, giving a quick swipe across the box before lighting the lanterns on the walls and the candle by his desk.

He then spent the next few hours checking over the schematics for the rope launcher he'd created, calculating the trajectory and proposed velocity of it all. He felt fairly certain it should all work as he'd created prototypes and tested them in the forest before, only to fail and learn something from them each try. But now that he had it finished, the unease that crept into his chest made his body shiver, suddenly presented with the very task he'd set out to do and yet been fearing this whole time: actually catching a dragon. Hoping he could sleep it off, he lay down on his back against the leather sheets, staring at the wooden ceiling before drifting off into a light slumber.

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CRASH!

Hiccup jolted awake as the house shook from the sound of a large thud outside, the sudden crackling of flames filling his ears, causing him to quickly climb out of bed and put on his boots before rushing down the stairs. But just before he descended, he checked his pocket, realizing he'd placed the vial on his desk, eyeing the swirling liquid inside for a moment before snatching it up and running outside with a swing open of the front door.

Fire lapped at the roofs and walls of the buildings, the air alight with the ash of battle, towers crumbling as dragons flew across the night sky with roars and shouts from the villagers. Hiccup froze in shock for a moment, watching as their dragons fought off the intruders, clashing with teeth and claws while the Vikings threw their axes to aid in the onslaught. Then, with a deep breath, Hiccup turned to his side, eyeing the brown cloth hiding his launcher from view, nervously breathing out, "This better work!" He then rushed toward it, throwing off the sheet, the large barrel for the rope laying atop a cart, the boy grabbing the two handles on the end before lifting it up and running off into the town with his hopes in tow.

He could feel his heart beating, the call of a Viking in his chest as he watched his fellow villagers scare off the dragons one by one. But where one flew away, another followed soon after, causing Hiccup to stare up at the hoard of creatures diving down from above. He let out a gasp as a large pole came crumbling towards him, bathed in flames, pushing the launcher and himself out of the way as it came crashing behind. He could feel the heat on the back of his vest, grimacing before running once more towards the outskirts of the town for a better vantage point for his shot. He could hear his name called by someone as he passed, ignoring them as he knew what he had to do.

He then let out a yell as a Skrill dove down and crashed into the ground before him with a resounding THUD from its heavy body, its eyes piercing into Hiccups. Its tail lashed, taking slow steps toward him, the spines on the back of his head acting like a crown as he towered above him. Hiccup backed up, unsure what to do before another Viking came jumping in, slamming their hammer into the side of the Skrill's face. The dragon stumbled to the side, growling at the villager before chasing after them. He watched as they battled for a moment before using the distraction to press on, dashing through the commotion before eventually leaving the raging inferno of the town behind as he pushed the invention up a large grass hill nearby.

When he reached the top he quickly set down the launcher, every one of his movements sharp and purposeful, all his practice leading up to this moment fueling him as the contraption sprang to life. The barrel rose to his chest as he pulled it up, two crossbows expanding on the sides with large twined ropes between each to act as the strings. He gave a hard pull on the levers the strings were attached to, cranking it back with a grunt, feeling the metal latch into place inside the already loaded barrel as he then raised the end of it up and placed his head to the base. He then closed one of his eyes, using the sight he'd attached to focus his aim.

And then he went silent.

The wind brushed over his ash-covered body, carrying with it the burning embers from the town, washing around him as he grimaced and stared up into the sky to get a good look. He wasn't sure what to aim for as there were countless dragons dodging in and out, Hiccup biting his lip. He then turned the machine to the sound of a high-pitched whistle growing louder from the sky. He blinked, turning back and forth to try and find the source until he heard one of the villagers call out a name that struck fear into his bones. "Nightfury!" And sure enough, only a moment after, that haunting noise developed into a screech, a lightning-fast THWIP of the wings of the creature soaring overhead as a concussive purple blast of plasma slammed into the wall of a tower. It went by in a flash, the creature merely a shadow in the sky, no one from their village having ever shot one down before.

Hiccup then knew exactly what to do, taking a deep breath of confidence as he felt his head spin for a moment at the idea. He pushed himself on, swinging the device to the right, his eyes scanning above for any indication of where they may have gone. He breathed through his clenched teeth, remaining as quiet as he could through the bursting of flames nearby, ears attuned to lock onto that daunting sound. "Come on, come on... Line up for me... I just need one shot..."

His eyes caught the sight of a white figure diving down from far above, a similar high-pitched roar resonating within herself as she dipped down and shot out a bolt of violet onto the villagers. He blinked at the sight, unable to think of the type of dragon she was, wondering if she was some form of Nightfury. But just as soon as she dove down, a shrill cry from her echoed, an axe lodging in one of her limbs, causing her to cascade down onto the ground. The shouts of the villagers rose above the flames, screams from the creature drowned out as they attacked her.

But the action wasn't unseen. The black Nightfury above hovered, watching it all take place, seemingly frozen as he stared down at the dragon. Without much more thought, Hiccup quickly turned his launcher toward the Nightfury, lowering his eye to the sight of the cannon once more, taking another deep breath as he aimed for the creature. Then, with a pull of his fingers on the levers, the ropes shot forward in a rush, the projectile twirling up into the sky with a force that caused Hiccup to fall onto his back. He grunted as he fell onto the ground, the wind knocked out of his skinny body as he forced himself back onto his feet. And despite all odds, the roar of the Nightfury rang out in the sky, watching in disbelief as the shadow of the animal tumbled down through the stars and into the forest far beyond.

He stood there with his jaw agape for a moment, blinking before recovering himself and smiling with a pump of his fist! "Yes, it worked. It... it actually worked! Oh my god, I gotta tell the others, I-" But as the dragons continued fighting on, seemingly angered further from the Nightfury's capture, he glanced back to the forest, "I can tell them later, hehe... Let's go see if it worked." He then glanced back at the launcher, a sense of pride filling his chest, knowing he designed it from scratch. Then he left it behind, running beyond the village in search of the fallen dragon and his ticket to respect he'd been looking for all these years.

The minutes flew by as he dashed across the fields, ignoring the blaring of the flames and warcries from the town, knowing that if he truly caught a NIghtfury that it would be one of the biggest discoveries in recent history. His mind filled with thoughts of what it could look like, wondering if it was just burning through the net with every moment that passed by, fighting off those worries as the smell of the oak trees filled his senses. He jumped over some logs as he entered the forest, looking for something, anything that could point to where the creature had landed. He hadn't thought about how he'd find it once he got here but figured there had to be some way to tell.

Luckily for him, as he turned around a tree, he skidded to a stop. Laying before him in the ground was a long trail in the dirt, trees broken and lying on their sides, a long divet in the ground leading further in. He followed the path, making quick work of it as he grew closer, the sign of the damage confirming his efforts hadn't been in vain. And just as he reached the end of the crash zone, his eyes laid upon the beast, the first Viking of any to ever truly see such a marvelous creature in all its entirety.

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His form was like a cloak of darkness, slick scales lining each inch of his form. His body was lithe, small spike-like nubs lining his back between his folded wings. The membranes of the powerful sails were jet black, the scaled leather wings flexing uncomfortably beneath the tight net wrapped around them. The human marveled at the two flaps on the end of his tail, making mental notes as he knew he'd want to write this all down later from memory if the dragon escaped before he could tame them. He then gulped, trying not to think about how easily the beast could overcome him as he took in the sight of them.

An interesting feature he took notice of were the large ears and nubs around the back of his head, tilting in Hiccup's direction as he approached. "Echolocation? Interesting. Dad will love to see this." He then took a few slow steps closer, eyeing the sharp talons resting on the end of his paws, keeping those in mind as he then listened to the deep rumble of the creature.

Hiccup's heart clenched as the dragon's eyes opened, the slitted pupils glaring dangerously over him as he stopped in his tracks. His green gaze swirled with a venom he almost swore he could taste, a deep growl rising in the back of his throat in warning. He then noticed their talons digging into the dirt below him, Hiccup slowly reaching into his pocket before pulling out the small pink vial, eyeing it before gauging the creature carefully. He then blinked, realizing only now that he had no idea how to actually use the potion. 'Oh no...' He figured feeding it to the dragon could work but... there was no way he was getting close to that. He gulped, double-checking his gender as he heard the deep-toned rumbles and masculine scent that gave it away clearly. "I gotta do something. Ah, Dad would know what to do, I should have told them!"

He then took slow steps towards the Nightfury, carefully holding the glass in his hand as he held out the other and spoke aloud, staring back into the eyes of the beast. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm not here to hurt you." Surprisingly the rumbling seemed to quell from his words, slitted eyes watching him acutely as he drew nearer, examining the dragon curiously through it all. Hiccup gave a soft nod, "Good, like that. It's alright, nothing to be-"

~What have you done to my mate?~ Without warning a voice suddenly forced itself inside the boy's mind, causing him to yell in fear as he placed his outstretched hand to his head, blinking as he looked around, trying to figure out what Viking had followed him here. Only when he found nobody did his heart turn to ice, slowly turning back to the dragon as his gaze bore back dangerously.

Hiccup breathed out, "Are... are you talking in my head?"

~ANSWER ME!~

His paw slammed on the ground from where he lay tied down, causing the boy to step back in fear. He tried to remember what question the Nightfury had asked, shocked as he had never heard of a dragon capable of speaking let alone in one's mind. 'This is impossible...'

~You fucking killed her...~ The Nightfury's words were riddled with anguish, his eyes brimming with tears, alight with the same inferno he had left back at the village. His body seemed tensed up as if ready to strike, causing Hiccup to worry if he should run away and let the dragon leave.

Instead, he responded, trying to calm the stuttering in his voice, "Her? Who's 'Her'?"

~The Lightfury. Your people shot her down, you took away the one thing I loved...~

He slowly began to piece it together as he thought back to the white dragon shot down from the sky, connecting the color of her scales to the name. "Lightfury... I'm sorry, I- I had no control over that, I swear!"

~And you think you can kill me too? No, you won't!~

And before he could react, the net from the dragon ripped apart, the human yelling as the creature lunged toward him with a roar. Hiccup could only cry out as the body slammed into his, shoving him onto his back as he collided with the ground. It knocked the wind out of him, gasping for air as his head began to spin. He tried to clutch at the paws on his chest, his fight-or-flight instinct kicking in. A swift press of his digits against his chest forced him to remain still, the gender transformation potion that was once in his hand now was crushed under the weight, the glass shattering and piercing past the frail shirt Hiccup wore to cut into his skin. The boy cried out at the sharp pain of the glass cutting him, glancing down where the container was only to find the fluid seeping over his clothes, wasting the precious contents.

The dragon then leaned his face right up against Hiccups, those toxic eyes staring him down. ~Why did you kill her?~ The sheer weight of his body could have smashed him if he wasn't deliberately holding back part of it to keep him alive, his chest heaving to try and regain his sense as his pumping heart only seemed to heighten his fear.

"I... I didn't, I swear! We were just defending our home!" He choked out the words, biting his tongue as the paw pressed harder onto his chest, a burning sensation hitting his body as the fluid from the vial seeped into his cut skin and into the blood beneath. He clenched his hands over the paws, begging, "Please, let me go! I... I'll leave you alone, I swear!"

He growled louder, pressing his nose against Hiccups as his mind reverberated deeply with the other's thoughts. ~No, you will pay for your people's actions. You are mine now.~ Hiccup could feel the shivers passing through him, making the hairs on his body stand on end, the ground beneath him uneven and poking uncomfortably on his back as he was pinned beneath the beast. He then noticed the Nightfury pause, sniffing at him before lifting the paw pressed against his chest to examine the vial he'd smashed. The boy let out a cry as the pressure on the glass was released, the dragon examining it curiously before letting out a snort. ~Hmm, how ironic...~

He then gave a few more large sniffs at the liquid, noticing some blood from the cut seep out into his clothes, lifting his snout back up to the boy with a deep rumbling thought, ~You are lucky I haven't killed you. Instead, you are going to be my personal slave, obeying my every word.~ His paw then slammed down beside Hiccup's head, causing him to let out a yell, shrinking back from him as he continued wordlessly in a deep stare, ~Yet I believe in a fighting chance. So listen closely...~

His sharp claws then pressed themselves to the side of the human's face, forcing him to gaze off into the forest with fear, explaining to the fragile thing, ~Run. Try to run back to your people, call for help if you want, or...~ He then gripped his face with the paw, tilting it to him, ~Use what remaining strength you have to fight me. So, Viking... What will it be?~ His tail lashed behind him, spines on his back standing high, his slitted eyes flourishing with anger.

Hiccup couldn't breathe for a moment, too stunned and scared to speak, glancing from him to the direction of the village. He knew the run back would take nearly ten minutes even if he tried his hardest, praying that someone would find him or realize he was missing while he was out here. But in the commotion of the fire and dragons attacking, he doubted anyone would come in time to his aid. Instead, he forced himself to face his attacker, stumbling over his words. "I... I... Please!"

~No. Run or give yourself to me. Eternally.~

His paw raised only a moment after, stepping off of him with his gaze fixed on his prey. The boy paused, taking in a large breath he so desperately needed, looking over the Nightfury one last time. And then, with a quick push of his hands onto his knees, he clambered to his feet and burst off into the forest with a rattling heart. The dragon watched him with a lick of his jowls, growling at the excitement of the pursuit before hurrying after him with a loud roar!

The trees flashed by in a blur, every step forward becoming numb to his legs as he simply followed his instincts and fled. He could feel the howling wind brushing across his cold ears as he desperately gave his all to keep his speed up, knowing the dragon was right on his heels. And yet, as he looked over his shoulder after gaining some distance from the dragon, it seemed he had fallen behind, giving him a boost of hope that helped him to rush onward. Thoughts about the amazing discovery of a Nightfury flickered in his mind, knowing what a monumental moment this would be in their history if he could just get back to tell them. He knew where the town was, he was heading straight toward it, yet it felt like the distance kept yawning before him through it all.

Birds flew from the trees as he ran, barely noticing them as an unfamiliar sensation washed through his chest. At first, he thought it was the panic taking hold, focusing on his breathing to try and maintain the fast pace, but as time went on, the warmth spread across his entire body like the rays of the setting sun were against his skin. He gasped, forcing himself to continue despite the uncertainty of what was happening, assuming the dragon must be trying to play tricks on him from how his body radiated warmth so suddenly. He could feel the spreading sensation passing across his arms and thighs, reaching down to his fingers and toes, a blissfulness filling his brain that caused him to momentarily slow down at the unexpected feeling.

He gasped, shaking his head with a yell as his fear tried to fight off the odd feeling, pushing on as the warmth began to focus its power onto his chest. It felt like a warm tongue was lapping across his areolas, his chest swirling with the unfamiliar ecstasy, trying to focus as the changes continued. Soon enough he felt like something was pulling on his upper body, like someone was pinching on his nipples as the warmth grew. Hiccup jumped across a log, catching himself from falling as he looked over his shoulder to see the Nightfury eagerly chasing after him, slowly growing closer with each moment he faltered. The human lifted a hand to his chest, blinking in shock as he felt a mound forming beneath his shirt. He glanced down at himself as he ran, bliss cascading into his head as those growing pains began forming his breasts into that of a female.

He couldn't believe it at first, at least until his eyes caught sight of the cut on his chest and the feminization liquid spilled over it, suddenly piecing it together as he let out a yell. 'No, no this can't be happening!' And yet he had no time to think, no time to brush off the glass or examine himself. He just kept dashing onward, turning around tree after tree, gasping as each step suddenly began to cause his breasts to jiggle with the newly added weight. He blushed deeply at the feeling before shaking it off, his shirt bulging unnaturally as the warmth suddenly retreated and refocused around his... crotch?!

Beneath his pants swirled that same heat, washing over his balls and penis, holding it warmly in the magical embrace as it sent surges of pleasure through him. When he realized what it was trying to do he yelled again, glancing back at the Nightfury before crying out for help, praying someone could find him in time before too many changes took place. He tried to think if the Vikings had any potions to undo the feminization, praying that if he could just get back to town that things would all go back to normal. He never meant to spill it on himself and yet now all he could do was run and watch as the transformation took place on his very body.

He could feel the semen in his orbs wash around, pumping through his cock. He groaned out as his member began to harden forcefully, the potion taking hold of his nether regions as he stumbled onto his knees and nearly fell on his face. He felt his head spin for a moment, gasping as the rush of an orgasm hit him hard, his shaft spurting right into his underwear as he forced himself to his feet. He then bit down on his tongue, finding it incredibly hard to move through the pleasure, and yet ran as fast as he could anyway. Meanwhile, his cock continued releasing each spurt into his pants, his balls draining as they slowly began shrinking up into his body, pulling away into his flesh. Hiccup let out a whimper, throwing his head up to the treeline with a cry of lust before attempting to shake it off.

Each leap forward was quickly faltering as the pleasure increased, the stroking of the warmth along the underside of his head and shaft slowly forcing out each remaining drop of his semen before the changes began. It happened quickly, a soft and yet unrelenting pull on his shaft drawing it up and closer to his crotch. It was odd as he was still hard through it all, leaking in his arousal, finding the presence of his usual equipment that moved along as he walked quickly fading, leaving his normally filled boxers nearly empty as his nether regions pulled inside himself. He let out a loud moan as it all rewired into place, the pleasure once on the outside of his shaft now seemingly stroking from within. A deep passage opened up between his legs, only the very tip of his cock left poking out from his vent before changing into that of a clit.

He gasped as it brushed against his boxers, a deeper shift inside his body signaling the growth of a womb and ovaries. He could feel his heart racing through it all, something that should have felt humiliating and horrifying somehow turning into a gratifying experience from the potion. Yet even through it all, the will to survive kept him moving, his voice turning to a higher pitch as he called out for help before cutting himself off as he noticed the change. He placed a hand over his mouth, nearly falling over once more as he jumped over a stream, unable to believe the female voice that came from his lungs.

And finally, the warmth spread and enveloped his whole form, pulling and tugging ever so slightly on many parts to shift his form into that of a slender female. He barely noticed the last changes at first, assuming he was simply basking in the aftermath of the bliss despite how wrong it was. That was until his clothes began to sag and, as his legs changed, his pants suddenly fell to his ankles, his next leap falling short as he yelled out and thudded heavily onto the forest ground before him.

He found himself unable to rise for a moment from the hard fall, the grass on the ground tickling his nose before pulling his head up. He then felt the restriction around his legs, eyeing the pants before quickly kicking to try and get them off. He then heard the heavy pawsteps rushing towards him, glancing past his legs to the dragon growing closer and closer, not bothering to slow down as he fell. Hiccup gasped, reaching down to his ankles, unable to help himself from noticing the lack of a bulge in his underwear before quickly pulling off his pants and tossing them to the side. He then turned his head to where he was running, noticing the trail of smoke in the sky not too far off from here, his eyes widening as he knew he was only a few minutes away now!

But just as his hope began to rise, the body of the dragon came slamming down onto his back, forcing his face into the ground.

Hiccup's breasts cried out painfully as they squished against the floor, the air in his lungs drawn out as his eyes widened and he groaned. This time the dragon gave no care to his comfort, pressing him hard beneath him, his hot breath wafting against the human's ear as he leaned down to growl as his mind channeled to his. ~Fuck, watching you try to escape me was quite arousing. And look at you, turned into a female by your own potion. What a failure.~

He then yelped as something large prodded at his butt, turning his head to try and see what it was. But when he caught sight of the dragon's throbbing shaft pressing against his boxers, he felt a hollowness open in his stomach, reaching out his hands to try and claw his way through the dirt away from the Nightfury. But the dragon only purred at his fear, the talons of his paws scraping dangerously against the human's back, tearing through the back of his shirt as he spoke silently to him. ~A Slave has no need for these. Let me relieve you of your bindings.~ No matter how hard he tried to pull himself away he made no progress, left to cry out for help as the fabric on his body riiiiipped and shredded as the creature stripped him completely. He felt the digit move down his hips to his tailbone, cutting through the boxers before the cold wind of the forest brushed over his exposed cheeks and dripping nether regions.

He continued growling against his ear as the clothes fell to his sides in broken pieces, ~That's it, cry for help! I want to see the fear in your eyes, the same fear my love felt when your kind shot her from the sky! You are nothing to me but my toy.~ The same hard cock pressed itself forcefully between his legs, pushing his thighs apart as the tip rubbed against her entrance, spreading the virgin lips apart as he lubed his member in her excitement. Yet Hiccup refused to accept it, trying to close her legs, crying out for him to stop only for a heavy paw to come crashing down onto her head, holding her still. ~Silence! You wouldn't want your friends to see you like this, would you? How disgraceful would that be, bred by a dragon, a creature you people think so low of? No, I will make you useful.~

The human could feel the dragon's precum leaking against her thighs, smearing against them as he lined himself up for entry, grinding that head against it as Hiccup cried out for help. The dragon didn't bother addressing her calls anymore, instead focusing on his own pleasure as he began pressing his weight against her cunt. She whimpered out, unable to look back as it happened, staring at the dirt with his paw against her face as a mixture of pain and bliss rocked her form. She noticed the distinct difference of arousal she felt now compared to a few moments ago as a male, the once intense surges now shifting into that of an ongoing wave washing over her, all centered around the source of the ripples between her legs.

As his lube mixed with her own, his cock pressed hard, the paw on her face keeping her still as those lips parted around his shaft before the tip of his member finally squelched inside! Hiccup yelled at the pain hitting her, clenching her toes and hands as her lips held firmly around the edges of his dick, massaging it against her will as her feminine reproductive instincts took hold. She could feel the veins on the underside of his head pulsing in anticipation of the pleasure, the unworldly feeling of having someone's cock inside of her making her feel like she was dreaming in another person's body, revolted by the experience as she was forced to accept it.

He rested inside for only a few moments before pushing further, deep rumbles resonating in his chest as his wings flared as he slid further within her canal. She could feel the soft barbs on the underside rubbing against her vaginal walls as he entered, clenching around him from each nub. As all this happened, her mind became awash with the feminine images of male dragons rutting her thoroughly. She tried to rid herself of the thoughts, but each inch sinking inside her vagina only made her crave it more as if her brain was rearranging itself. She cried out, tears forming in her eyes as the Nightfury began slowly thrusting the upper portion of his dick in and out of her, taking his time in degrading his new toy.

But as he went about it, the warmth that had nearly receded into Hiccup's body oddly returned, pouring over her skin like warm water as it began tingling. She barely noticed it at first as the cock inside her passage took her full attention, but when the feeling from her body began to fade, she caught sight of her hand beside her head. She blinked and gasped as she watched the surface harden and dull, shifting into the same black scales her captor had. Her heart rate spiked at the sight, her nails thinning and sharpening, a separate pulling on the back of her tailbone causing her to groan. She yelled out, begging him to stop, the Nightfury pausing for only a moment as he began to notice the change as well.

He then growled in pleasure, giving a firm thrust into her cunt before roaring into her head. ~Ha, and now you're turning into a dragoness? You aren't deserving of the power that gives, but I do like the idea of ridding you of your previously worthless life.~ He pondered on that for a moment, resting his shaft inside her, trailing a claw over her scales as patches of her skin quickly darkened and smoothed over. ~No one will be able to tell who you once were, you can never return home now. Embrace your destiny.~

She could feel the warmth wrapping around her bosom as the newly-formed breasts began to recede, reminding her that a dragoness didn't have such things. For a moment she wished they would return if only to connect her to humanity, even if that meant being a girl. But her cries did nothing and she could only squeeze around the dragon's shaft as her limbs shifted into that of an animal. Her knees and legs turned and angled in ways she'd never felt before, no pain coming to her surprisingly even as they bent in impossible ways to fit her new body. At the same time, she could feel a hard pull on her face, the heat from the transformation nearly molding her head as her nose came more into view as that snout of a dragon started to form.

She was then surprised as the drake pulled out of her snatch, the sudden wash of fresh air against her crotch making her try to look back at him. But only a moment after, his firm paws gripped her hips, raising them up forcefully so that her face was pressed into the dirt harder. He then used a paw to rub over her hips, feeling the scales that formed as those plump womanly cheeks changed. He then reached forward and gave her nethers a long lap, trailing his saliva across it, catching the fluids she was leaking despite how wrong the situation was. He licked his lips at her taste, eyes flickering with excitement as his cock bounced up and down before standing tall and climbing over her.

Hiccup groaned as her wings sprouted further, the mounds on her back pressing and pulling, melding firmly as the thick leather membranes began to accompany them. The tug from the flaps were less rough and painful, but adding that on with the thick arms of her wings made her body tremble in the act. She could only lay there in horror as it happened, feeling the small wings flap in reaction to the pleasurable lick to her cunt. She yelled out, a deep roar in the back of her throat accompanying her human voice, her head rushing with fear as she couldn't stop any of this.

And as the transformations continued he then fucked her once more, his tip ramming hard into her entrance before splaying it apart. She screamed out, his paw placing down on her head once more to keep her pinned, ~You are my bitch!~ He then reached down and bit softly into her scaly neck, Hiccup gasping at the sharp teeth holding dangerously around her throat. She tried to stay still, biting her lip as the muzzle grew, the long appendage on her backside wacking against the male's leg. The Nightfury chuckled, shoving his cock another inch further into her canal, watching her body tremble in conflicted bliss. He then trailed his tongue over her neck from where he was biting, the paw on her head flexing slightly, showing his power over her. She could feel his hot breath wafting against her chin and neck, the foul stench of his maw showing that he was an animal, even if sentient.

It was only then that the real breeding began. His paws gripped onto her shoulders, holding onto her tightly, just above her growing wings as his hips thrust forward into her scaly snatch. He huffed through his teeth, rumbling in her neck as both their bodies rocked in his rhythm. She could feel the warmth of his member in her vagina, the nubs along his shaft grinding against her insides wonderfully, making her squirm in hatred. She whimpered out loudly, calling for help in her feminine voice! But when the sound escaped her, no words came out. Instead, all she heard was the cry of a dragoness, an animal-like roar escaping her snout as it grew on her face.

She paused, shocked, and the Nightfury growled in amusement. 'No... No, this can't be real!'

He didn't care about her for she was his slave now, simply pounding away as he took the virgin girl for the first time. One of his hind paws planted on her hip while the other kept him steady on the ground, angling just right to hit her G-Spot as he took her inch by inch, pressing deeper to stretch her out. And as her transformation continued, her body grew larger to that of a Nightfury, the ripped clothes still attached loosely to her underside, leaving her naked with no way to clothe herself anymore. As her thoughts rummaged over this, the animal rumbled in her mind once again. ~You're a wild animal now, no one will know. You won't ever need clothes again.~

She could feel the weight of his body against her chest as she was pressed to the floor, the saliva dripping down her scales, all her skin now replaced with the thick and sleek armor of her captor's species. She could feel her tail wrap around his leg as if both trying to throw him off balance and also to hold on for support as he pounded her. Her wings were splayed to her sides, eyeing them from where her head was pinned, flexing the new muscles for only a moment to see them respond. She then let out a sad roar, crying out because of the animal she had become while her body gave in to his advances, not bothering to fight him off anymore.

When he noticed her submission kick in, he pulled back from the bite and rumbled darkly above her, bringing his snout to her head to waft his breath over it. He then released the paw on her face, placing it beside her head, allowing her some freedom for obeying while keeping himself close to her to prevent her from escaping. ~What a disgrace of a Viking. Your family will be glad you're gone.~ She could feel his tip eventually ramming against her cervix or what she assumed it was, still so unfamiliar with her new body as it all was happening so fast. He was seemingly excited by the resistance of her canal, his knot grinding against her wet lips, teasing her in ways that stimulated her tunnel greatly, sending sugar into her veins before pulling out and fucking at full speed.

And now, they were both merely dragons, enemies to the Vikings. Hiccup knew there was no way back now, they wouldn't talk to a dragon and she couldn't speak to convince them of who she once was. She was left to be the servant of a Nightfury, a creature so feared. Part of her dragoness brain told her it was an honor to be one of their kind but she shook it off, holding onto her humanity even as she was filled with the animal's cock. She moaned out at the pleasure of each hilt, clenching and milking his scepter without even thinking about it, simply giving in to her natural urges as her hips were thrust into with reckless abandon.

The dragon then reached down and bit into her neck hard, piercing his teeth beneath those scales, making her roar out in pain. He growled happily, hips bucking back and forth, faster and faster, their talons digging into the dirt as they bred. Her feminine pants let out clouds of hot air into the cold night, a howl hooting nearby, the forest simply going about its natural ways. It was as if the world showed no care for the perversion taking place, a human turned into an animal against their will. The world simply moved on as she took her rightful place beneath someone stronger than her, put into the role of a slave as the creature grew close to its peak.

Each hard ram against her hips let off wet squelches into the forest, their fluids dripping down her legs as he prepared to finish inside her vent. Her body ground against the floor as he hilted each time, pressing her into the dirt, the clench on her neck mimicked between her legs as she felt his meaty length pulsing, those veins eager to release their seed into her womb. She raised her head up, whimpering into the night sky, the bliss washing through her in waves betraying her as she was degraded.

And with one hard fuck, his knot swelled against her lips, pressing hard and firm, squeeeeeeezing until a wet PLOP forced them inside! She roared loudly at the pain, wings flaring beneath him, gasping for breath as his bite held tightly. She could then feel a warmth spreading inside her, her womb filling with spurt after spurt of thick dragon cum, the Nightfury dry humping inside, grinding back and forth with his knot within to milk himself off. He used her like a sex toy, a sleeve for his enjoyment, not even caring she hadn't reached her own climax. He simply relished in the strokes of her cunt, drawing every drip from his internal sack as he kept her pinned as he finished.

He stayed inside Hiccup for what felt like an hour, his hot breath wafting against her neck, his weight pressing her down as the cold air brushed against her sweating body. She could feel tears welling in her eyes, able to finally hear the chatter from the Vikings back in Berk, wishing she could call to them and speak. Instead, she began roaring out sadly, a soft cry for help, stuck to the dragon. Eventually, his knot shrunk to its normal size, grunting as he pulled out, unhinging his teeth in her body. She felt him step off her, leaving her alone for a moment, listening to her homeland once more. But a moment after, the sudden flapping of wings rose from behind her, turning her head only to find her one moment of escape was too late as the Nightfury grabbed her body with his paws and dragged her off into the night sky.

She wanted to struggle but couldn't muster it, too afraid to fall and kill herself. And even as they rose above the trees and she made out the smoldering embers of the town, she knew if they saw her they'd only try to shoot her down as they did to the creature's mate. No, she was his now, kidnapped from her home and flown across the sea, never to return to her home again. And as the vision of Berk faded away, she lowered her head to the rushing water below and closed her eyes. Only a single tear dripped down her muzzle, falling down into the salty ocean below, never to be seen again as they disappeared behind the clouds.