Dragon Balls
A man is tasked by his king to slay a great dragon and fails spectacularly. Before he can prepare another attempt, his junk is suddenly growing massively and he starts thinking maybe he should slay her in a difference sense.
(M tf Dragon)
Arthur had always been a brave boy- golden blond hair and eyes as blue as the afternoon sky. He stood up to bullies and always stepped in when he sensed trouble. His parents were sure he would one day become a proud Knight of their kingdom of Avale. And he did. Unfortunately he never gave up his childhood dream of one day becoming a dragonslayer. As a child, no one bat an eyelash at his dream- sure, becoming a brave knight to slay dragons, classic childhood fantasy. But as an adult everyone rolled their eyes at him, because it was just that; a fantasy. How does one become a dragonslayer when there are no dragons to slay?
There have arguably never been dragons. The only evidence they had ever been a thing are the odd few weapons and armors that are supposedly etched of dragon bone, and the few skeletal remains of dragon-like creatures. Why couldn't he train instead to slay Manticore, or Basilisk, or Chimera? You know, actual creatures that still exist to be hunted in the first place. Or the God forsaken Cockatrice that plague the farmers? Those things have petrifying breath- they aren't that big, but they are dangerous! Though everyone laughed at Arthur- no one could deny his skill. You see, dragon are apex creatures, so if you can slay a dragon- you can slay anything. Thus Arthur trained harder than anyone else- he is more determined than others and strives to be greater every day, because the target of his hunt is a creature far greater than anyone else will go up against.
Well- people stopped laughing at him about a year ago, when a colossal dragon appeared at the fringes of the kingdom. Everyone was terrified of the creature's appearance, while Arthur himself is excited. Not only has his lifelong training been validated- he finally has his opponent. The dragon at the very least did not attack anyone really. Fearful of it- many men attempted to kill it and were incinerated, which spooked the kings of all nearby kingdoms- so they also sent champions to slay the beast. One by one their champions fell.
Their armor did absolutely nothing against the dragon. Leather armor? Oh yea, because dragon claws can't cut leather just as easily as your bare flesh- that will totally stop it. Wooden armor? Really? You know wood is infamously flammable, and dragons breathe fire, right? You might as well have walked into the cave dressed as a candlestick. Metal armor, ah, now that will stop dragon claws. Won't stop the dragon from cooking you alive inside of your own armor like a baked potato though. Yea, you won't want to be wearing that armor when the dragon fire heats it to the point where it is glowing hot and melting your flesh off your bones. This is compounded by the fact the dragon is so large that most men are about as tall as the top of its feet. It could probably level a city block worth of wooden homes just by flapping its wings.
King Mortareus of Avale was getting nervous. The dragon had not attacked, but it was only a matter of time. I mean- it is a gigantic creature and it has to eat, right? If it attacks the kingdom proper; they are done for, they need to slay it before that happens. And of course when the call went out for brave heroes- Arthur was at the front of the line bouncing up and down with his hand up.
Mortareus nodded to Arthur, motioning to him with his sceptre. "Then I hereby charge you with the duty of slaying the dragon that threatens our fair kingdom. For this purpose- I confer upon you our greatest sword!"
One of the royal knights walked up, handing a huge sheathed sword. Lo'atir is a legendary double edged sword made of silver and ivory, inlaid with gold. It is heavily enchanted by several generations of sorcerers, so it is able to slay magical beasts, and bypass defenses. It is immune to the effects of petrification, dragons breath, deflect lighting, etc.
"Wow, what an honor! I will not let you down, your majesty."
"I should hope not. That sword is very precious and we cannot afford to lose it, but on hearing of the history of your training and ambitions- you seem the best suited to this perilous task." Arthur was about to leave but the king spoke up again. "A-and do not listen to her."
"Hmm? Who?"
"The dragon. Reports say the creature may know how to speak in human tongues. It may offer you riches from its hoard or whatever else in order to deter your blade. Do not fall for its guile."
Arthur laughed. "Never! I shall carve a pristine scale from its hide as a trophy to bring back to you after I have killed it. I have read every book in the entire kingdom on dragons- I know all about its tricks."
Arthur isn't as large as some of the men who went after this thing already and failed- but he is the only person who has actual training specifically for killing dragons. It took an entire day by carriage to finally get close enough to the lair of the dragon. It had made its roost inside of a mountain that it hollowed out with its claws- creating several foothills in the process from the material it dug out. Arthur had to approach on foot obviously. The opening is so huge in comparison to him that he was hoping he would go entirely unnoticed. The cave was absolutely gargantuan. You could build a castle or two inside of the chamber, so in comparison- Arthur is like an insect skittering into it. He drew Lo'atir and glanced around as he walked deeper inside. The dragon did not seem to be home at the moment, so perhaps it would be prudent to set a trap.
There is the remains of melted swords and shields laying around the ground, a few odd bones- though most collected into a heap in the middle.
"So what kingdom has sent a champion for me to cook today?"
He spun around to look at her but seen nothing. He looked around, trying to see into the darkness around him, where is she hiding? There doesn't seem to be enough completely dark areas for her to hide within.
"I am Arthur of Avale, champion of Mortareus!"
The dragon exhaled two streams of flame from her nostrils- igniting the bone pile in the middle of the cave, using the bones as firewood. Oh- she isn't on the cave floor, that is why she hid so easily. Her body is clinging to the walls, wrapped around the entirety of the cave! She stepped down over Arthur intimidatingly. Most of her body was adorned with metallic aquamarine colored scales that are very tiny compared to her body size, but still huge compared to Arthur.
Her body shape is mostly like a lizard, but instead of front legs she has a pair of wings... but she also has a pair of wings on her back. So two legs, four wings. Her primary wings are also arms- the top crook of the wing has three large, wide fingers and a thumb, allowing her to stand on them and pick up and manipulate things with them. The wings on her back are similar but lack these digits. The membrane on the underside of all four wings is a vibrant pink while the backside of the wings is a gradual fade from her normal scale color to the pink the underside has at their tips. Her tail is very long and thick and slithers around wildly behind her. Her feet and hands are filled with fat, fleshy pads like a paw would have, to keep the tips of her hooked talons off the ground- so they remain razor sharp. Her underside is banded scales of a matte golden yellow.
What REALLY stands out however is her built-in armor. Her head and long narrow beaked face sits atop a very long and powerful neck, adorned further with an array of slightly bent horns that look like they are made of gold... strongly resembling a crown. The banded scales on her underside are drastically different on her neck. From under her jaw all the way almost to the base of her neck- and only on its underside- the scales are gargantuan even compared to her, and framed with actual BONE inside of them... they are not scales at all, but scutes, like the plates of a tortoise shell or the rounded spikes on an alligator's spine. They are also shaped like kite shields, and hang so heavily that when she raises her head up and then back down- the scutes lock together braced against the floor under her. They both hold her head up, and shield her throat like a reinforced fortress wall. The matte gold of her other banded scales only frame the outer edge of the scutes- their body is pearlescent white.
Arthur smirked, then let out a battle cry and rushed at her! The dragon just lowered her brows and let him- not thinking he would be able to hurt her regardless. Her scutes are a foot and a half thick and framed in dragon bone. The other champions couldn't hurt her even when they did land an attack. The dragon looked shocked as the legendary Lo'atir actually cut into the scute! Quite deep too! Deep enough that she flinched back from a sharp stinging- the bone that framed the scutes has nerves in it. Not many, but it does. She brought one of her arms forward and clapped it onto the ground close enough to Arthur that the wind pressure of it coming down alone blew him off his feet!
She grabbed the sword blade in her beak and yanked him off the ground by it and slammed him back into the ground twice before she finally managed to pry the sword out of his hands. She tossed it into the air and then lifted her arm to catch the large sword between two of her fingers, looking at it carefully.
"Dangerous toy you have there."
Arthur scoffed and drew a short sword from his belt, pointing it at her. "I have plenty of other tricks up my sleeve to slay the likes of-" Her giant tail slammed him against the ground. "...ow."
It knocked all the air out of his lungs for a moment, but did not crush him thanks to his steel plate armor. It felt like she slammed him against the ground, but she actually just dropped her tail gently onto him- it is incredibly squishy because none of the muscles in the tail are tensed. The force the tail hit him with was literally just the weight of the tail itself coming down.
She slithered forward, almost looking like she was walking past him for a moment before her crotch passed over him and she sat down!
"Mmm, such a brave knight. I am so scared, whatever should I do?" She ground her cloaca against him. "What are you going to try and impale me with next, I wonder?"
Her cloaca is a horizontal opening between her tail and her torso- leading back inside of her torso. It had been entirely invisible outwardly, but now that she mashes it into him, the tissue around it starts to swell up in arousal, creating a soft mound to present her moistening slit on. Shoving her dragon pussy on him and drawing her hips back, she yanked his armor and pants under it off at the same time, exposing his penis. When she rocked her hips back up, she slathered his crotch in her natural lube and laughed as the penis penetrated her soft neon pink inner folds... barely. His penis compared to her cloaca was not a good match. His dick is barely long enough to make it past the thicker outer bands that border the cloaca. Only the glans of his penis are barely deep enough to touch the plush, smooth flesh of the inner cloaca.
Arthur blushed brightly, half in anger at the beast clearly trying to embarrass him and half of embarrassment.
She managed to stifle her chuckles after a moment. "Oh... seems your weapon isn't big enough to penetrate me there, either."
"It is big enough!" She cocked a brow. "Er, for a human I mean. Obviously. Huge even! For a human. I care not for satisfying your monstrous mound. My cock can satisfy any HUMAN woman!" She tilted her head. "I mean, it hasn't yet, but it could. When the time comes."
"My father is really scraping the bottom of the barrel on champions, hm?"
"What? Your father?"
"I am Princess Galea, daughter of Mortareus."
"The princess that died, almost ten years ago?"
"Oh, and what did she die of?"
"An illness."
"What illness?"
"The... uh... well, they didn't say what the illness was, that would be insensitive to discuss with the public!"
"And you attended the funeral?"
"No I am a regular knight, not a royal knight. Actually even the royal knights did not attend - it was a very private funeral."
"Right, so she died of a sickness with no name, before anyone even noticed she was sick in the first place in spite of being a figurehead of the kingdom that is publicly seen quite often, and no one seen her being buried. Yea, that doesn't sound suspicious at all."
Galea lifted her hot cloaca off him, stretching a glistening strand of lube between them for a foot and a half before it broke. Arthur quickly scrambled to get his pants and armor back into place and got to his feet. They both turned to each other, and Galea slithered around a bit to fully face him.
Arthur shrugged. "What then? You'd have me believe a monstrous dragon, trying to destroy our kingdom?"
"I haven't left my cave since I made it. I am not destroying anything."
Arthur pointed at the flaming pile of bones. "You've murdered-"
"All the people they sent to murder me. Yea, people generally don't like it when you try to kill them. Listen- my father is trying to get rid of me. He has been helping cover up secrets in our kingdom that I tried to uncover. Instead of trying to kill me, how about you help me? You are from my kingdom, so you can uncover the same truth I f-"
Arthur raised his armored hand and waved it dismissively. "I will not fall for your lies, beast! Speak all you wish in our tongue, your words fall on deaf ears."
"Uuuugh." Her exhale was almost a strong enough wind to knock him on his ass again. "Whatever, just get out of my cave then, you're annoying me and I don't want to step on you by accident."
"Fine! But know this- we WILL repel you from our borders foul demon!"
Arthur stormed toward the opening of the cave, then spun on his heels and ran back toward Lo'atir sitting on the ground. "Oh, I uh... forgot-"
"The legendary sword."
"Y-yea. I am just- just gunna grab this before I go, again. Sorry." He hustled back toward the opening. "I will be back though! Don't sleep too soundly- for I will slay you next time!"
"Mmmm-kay. Have fun with that."
"I will- when I dance on your lifeless remains!"
"Alright, well, you know where to find me."
Extremely flustered- Arthur knew he could not fight like this and quickly retreated to the next closest town; a small nowhere farming town by the name of Tridmund. His pants were feeling a bit... snug in the crotch as he walked there- he chalked it up to the drying draconic pussy juice clinging to him. Tridmund has one pub at least, and only one inn- but a rather large and nice one anyway. Being on the edge of the kingdom, this is often a stop for any caravans from other kingdoms, so they need a nice place to rest up. Since there is a colossal dragon sleeping relatively close by- they haven't seen any customers for a good while, so Arthur was the only guest.
He quickly got his armor off and got into a bath, tossing his clothes beside it to wash in the same water that he washed in after he gets out. He cannot believe that foul beast got its... vaginal lube on him. Arthur was prepared to lose a limb, or die in a blaze of hellfire... he was definitely not prepared to be sexually abused by a female three hundred times his size.
As he washed himself he furrowed his brow at his penis and balls. They look sort of... puffy? They seem a bit bigger than they normally would be. His penis also felt a subtle tightness, like it was erect- even though it definitely is not. He lifted it up in his palm... hmm, it does feel a bit heavier than normal. Maybe having a pussy hundreds of times too big for him rub against him distorted his sense of scale. He felt his dick get even tighter and start to slowly engorge with blood at the thought of him imagining the giant cloaca from earlier. Imagine if that were a woman's pussy of that size? Daaaamn. A muff big enough to sleep on as a mattress.
His penis tingled with pleasure as he very gently rubbed it as it grew. It feels really sensitive, like he had not masturbated in a very long time. It stood up out of the water while his hand started to piston it the water. It was thicker too once erect, and at least an inch larger than he remembered. The feeling of getting an erection continued however, even after he was fully erect. The pressure seemed to build up in the base of his dick like something was blocking the flow somehow. After a few moments Arthur slowed his masturbating when he felt a subtle ridge against his hand, at the base of his penis. His dick clenched automatically after another moment and burbled up some pre to mix into the bath water, but the ridge also expanded, getting even bigger and even tighter! The base of his dick is now swollen looking! Another pulse and Arthur leans forward from the feeling of the tight growth! His foreskin tugs back further, pulling tight to his shaft from the base increasing in girth, pulling the skin taut. It looks like his dick tried to eat a golf ball that got stuck on the way down. His whole dick felt almost itchy with pressure- each throb caused a tiny pulse of pleasure even without him touching himself, just from how tight it is yanking all the nerves inside.
"W-wuh... hoo... what did tha- aahh, that she-devil do to... me? So... fucking hard. I shouldn't be... aroused by this! Did she give me so-ooohme s-s-sort of... draconic STD?" He groaned, grabbing the edges of the tub as his entire body clenched from the throbbing pressure in the base of his mutating dick. "I knew I should have wiped that v-vile substance off as s-s-oo, oohh, s-soon as I could."
His foreskin pulled back even more, causing him to gently touch his dick with just two fingers as if to try and hold it in place- the orb was threatening to pull it further back than it's even supposed to be able to go, which sounds like it would be painful. The base of his dick swelled even larger and rounder- it was sort of shaped like a peach; a sphere except for a soft divot along the back where the main artery feeds into his cock. Sure enough it started to fight for space with the rest of his dick, peeling his foreskin back further than it should be able to, but it did not hurt- it felt like someone slowly peeling tape off your skin. More exposed inner shaft emerged, forced forward by the expanding bulb! It surpassed a softball in size, then grew to the size of a cantaloupe before finally stopping!!
Arthur was out of breath just from writhing around from the feelings. It felt like something hugging his dick tightly, but it is his dick itself. His shaft jutting out from the underside curve of the massive sphere almost looked comically tiny in comparison. Every throb, every beat of his heart created a pang of pleasure because of how rock hard the sphere of dick meat is! He touched it with both hands like someone would cradle a crystal ball and immediately gasped and bucked in pleasure from how sensitive it is pulled impossibly tight! It took only a few subtle rubs against the engorged knot to cause him to climax, but that did not happen normally, either.
When he hit his peak his balls sloshed up in his scrotum, hugged tightly against his crotch but held for a moment and rather than deliver any fluid- they made a soft squelching sound and grew! Both balls expanded to the size of an oblong softball before they actually erupted cum! The first jet of cum actually lasted almost three full seconds before his cock contracted HARD, pausing the stream for a split second before releasing the next blast.
Arthur had to catch his breath afterward, looking at his mutated phallus in stunned awe. For some reason he did not seem as bothered about the shape as he probably should be. He was frantically fearful for the fact that his genitals are changing in the first place still. Especially due to what it insinuates. He fails to kill the dragon, then comes back with his junk mutated to be draconid? Wait... how does he know this is draconic in shape? He has never seen a dragon dick before. Although given how he was afflicted with this- it isn't a particularly big leap in logic. How is he going to explain his penis to anyone else, without mentioning he had a dragon grinding up on him. Does this town even have an apothecary?! Would an apothecary even know how to cure something like this in the first place!?!
It also wasn't softening. His orgasm did not seem to sate his malformed genitalia at all. He got up, groaning at how hard it still is, bobbing on his crotch from the increased weight. Arthur slipped on the tub and only caught himself on the edge fast enough to not knock his teeth out on the rim. It was surging in pleasure again!!
He looked between his legs and could feel the increasing weight as he watched his balls swinging around, swelling fatter and larger! His scrotal flesh seemed to bulk up; the skin taking a deeper hue now, as well as on his foreskin. The knot unbelievably increased in size even more, and his shaft also started to very slowly swell bigger now too! The veins bulged along its surface, darkening as they yanked the surface skin even thinner. His balls were starting to look like cantaloupes now too! The knot was approaching medicine ball sized!!
Arthur's balls hiked up in his scrotum and slapped against his pelvis with their new weight almost hard enough to cause his body to teeter from the impact! His penis bobbed aggressively and started to stream cum lazily! He wasn't having an orgasm, but his body was still releasing cum? It seems his mutating balls were rejecting the human sperm- making way for inhuman spunk. He yanked his hips back in automatic reaction to a sudden surge of pleasure deeper inside- his prostate suddenly growing a few sizes too big for the hips trying to host them, slamming up against its surroundings looking for space that didn't exist. His dick now burbled up precum and cum; alternating between the two as his balls and prostate both released their load off-rhythm, since there was no actual orgasm to unite their efforts.
As soon as the human supply of cum ran out- his orgasm hit him so abruptly he fell fully back into the water! All he could do to not drown himself was roll over so his head was above the splashing! Thick pillars of white fired up two feet into the air before splashing back down heavily into the bath water! The streams of cum were so huge from his newly massive balls that it felt like it was stretching the urethra. And, well; it did. The streams gently tugged his urethra longer than his actual shaft, causing the opening to start to project off the head in a small rounded point!
His penis finally started to go soft after, but he remained dazed and confused in the murky tub water for quite some time. Well... definitely not cleaning his clothes off in this water now. He pat himself dry and barely dragged his ass to bed, passing out quickly from the two intense orgasms so close to one another. Arthur's sleep is deep, and filled with confused visions of dragons, half of them in battle, the other half in seductive poses. Because he was so deep in sleep, he did not notice changes slowly creepy over his body while he slept. His tail bone started to extend into a short, chubby tail, shoving his anus forward and squishing it into a triangular shape to make room for its wide base. Spots started to appear all over his body of a deeper, redder skin tone. Even fully flaccid his knot did not really regress. It shrank to about half size and became softer, but still bigger and more solid than any part of his genitals are normally supposed to be. It sort of feels like a solid ball of soft rubber. His genitals were in an awkward half-state where they really didn't properly match either species.
When he woke up the next morning he groaned at his appearance- noticing the short tail immediately. If Arthur remains like this; someone is going to figure out something is wrong at some point. If he pops a surprise boner it's going to look like he has a watermelon stuffed in his pants. His balls fill his underpants completely- they actually are only able to cover the lower half of his testicles, not the upper, and certainly not his dick too. He ended up taking off part of his armor entirely just so he could get fully dressed.
He looked at Lo'atir before slinging it over his shoulder again. "Well, if the dragon put this curse on me- she can probably take it off too. She will think I ran back to the capital with my tail between my legs." His tail twitched. "My metaphorical tail. If I strike now I may be able to catch her off-guard. She knows to try to divide me from the legendary blade though... I need a shield."
So Arthur's first stop was the local smithy. As luck would have it; they do have a pretty large, well made kite shield. The down side is they have exactly one, so there are no other options, he either takes that one or nothing. Or a boiled leather shield, or a wooden shield but those aren't going to do shit against a dragon. Arthur could feel the eyes of the shop keep on his massive bulge, but he tried to act as casual as possible.
"How much for the shield, my good man?"
"300 silver."
"...you mean 3 gold?"
"Oh, right. Not used to anyone in these parts having gold, haha."
"Mmm, fair price, and a good thing too- I am fit to slay a dragon this day, and this is the only decent metal shield I could get in time, haha. Can you imagine fighting a bloody dragon without a shield?"
"Hahaha- yea, that is a good point eh? 7 gold."
"Wait, what?"
"Said this 'ere was the only one you could find, aye? Then you can't be picky bout no price, now can you?"
"You already said 3 gold."
"Yea well you don't 'ave the shield yet, do ya?"
Arthur put his hands on his hips and winced slightly- feeling his tail growing a bit longer, stuffing itself down his left pant leg. "I am trying to slay a giant dragon. The giant dragon that is less than a mile outside of your village, that will burn you all alive if I don't kill it. Would you rather I just let it sit on your village?"
The smith nodded. "That would hurt me business, it would. Alright, 5 gold."
"That's still hi- ah fuck it, just take it." He tossed five gold across the counter. He needed to get out of the shop before his tail overstuffed his pant leg too much for him to bend his legs.
Now he was walking with a bit of a limp- not because his legs were hurt but because his pants were too full. The problem is he is also wearing plate armor outside of his regular clothes- the metal and leather straps don't bend particularly well, otherwise they would be shitty armor. It mattered little now however, as Arthur immediately left the village to return to the nearby cave now that he has a sizable kite shield in hand. He can use the shield to keep the Galea away to prevent her from disarming him, and then let the legendary sword do what it does best- make some dragon sashimi.
Arthur walked into the cave and smiled as he seen Galea had her back turned. Which is good, because his feet are so tiny compared to her and the cave that it is going to take him a while to reach her- because he can barely bend his left leg and he is trying to be sneaky in hundred pound plate armor. Luckily the sounds he inevitably make are also tiny compared to her- so she didn't notice at all. Galea was absorbed in attempting to read ancient tomes she had gathered in her roost- though they were human-sized which made them very hard for her to read. Arthur unsheathed the sword and raised it high but then paused when he felt his tail growing still larger, filling his pant leg completely and forcing his left leg completely straight to allow it room. It could not even burst out of his pants because the armor prevented that.
Before he knew what happened; Arthur was flying across the cave and slammed into the ground again, tumbling nearly twenty times over before he rolled to a full stop! Galea smashed him with her tail without even knowing he was behind her! She felt him get swatted and turned around though, lowering her brows at him as she cleared the distance between them again with a single step.
"A real glutton for punishment, huh?" She paused and a smile slowly crept up her face, her eyes locked with the bulge on his crotch and she used one of her talons to pull his pants down! He hit her finger several times but could not stop her- he cannot swing such a large sword that close to his body. "Well, well" She appraised his mutating junk. "Seems you were not lying after all."
"Lying? About what? I never lie- a knight's word is his honor."
"About being from my kingdom, your parents are also from Avale. Y'know- this is my first time seeing a male dragon's...bits."
He furrowed his brow in confusion. "How were you born if there are no males?"
Galea sighed. "I already told you- I am Mortareus' daughter! If you want to know how I was made- go ask the queen. Of course; not really, because that will tip them off as to what we are doing."
"What WE are doing? I am not doing anything WITH you."
"Then why did you return here?"
He pointed the sword at her. "To slay you!"
She sighed and flicked the sword out of his hand with her index and thumb hard enough that it pierced and wedged into the stone wall of the cave.
Arthur grunt. "Then I will knock your teeth out with my shield!" Galea sighed, bringing a massive talon down to his exposed junk, but rubbed his shaft with the upper arch of the talon so she did not prick him with its tip. "S-stop that!"
She turned her back to him a moment and he got up, but then she turned and tossed a tome to him- so heavy that it knocked him right back onto his ass.
"W-what manner of attack-?"
"It is a book. Or do you not know how to read?"
The book is ancient, and the text on the cover is in a language he has never seen before. Inside the book thankfully there was two different sets of text- one in the unknown language and the other in his own tongue. This ancient text tells the tale of mighty dragons that ruled the world. So wise and in tune with nature that they became able to manipulate the weather and natural elements at will- they could even breathe the elements! They were so powerful that the Old Gods grew resentful of them. Dragons are too smart and powerful to need to rely on the Gods for anything... which means the Gods have no leverage over them. They can make any other mortals bend the knee and worship them, but not the dragons. The Old Gods wanted pawns- they regarded other living beings as pets, but dragons didn't want to play their little game.
So using their powers; the Gods instead sought petty revenge- to humiliate and degrade the dragons, strip them of their powers till they had no choice but to worship the Gods if they were to continue to survive. They stripped dragons of their scales, leaving them with naked, soft flesh. They took their wings to force them to walk on the land, but also took away their pads and claws, forcing them to walk on soft bare flesh! No claws, no fangs, no horns, no scales, not even their tails remained. They took everything the dragons could use to survive, leaving them as soft, naked creatures.
The human race. The Old Gods created the human race- from dragons. Galea found these old tomes in the castle as part of the royal treasury passed down through the millennia. She also found the spell to break the seal. She broke the seal on herself, reverting her to what she is supposed to look like without the meddling of the Gods... unfortunately her father used that as an opportunity to call her a monster, exile her from his kingdom. When she returned and tried to tell other humans what she had learned- her father then started to send assassins after her to kill her, and silence her knowledge. For some reason Mortareus is taking the side of the Old Gods, preventing Galea from freeing everyone.
Arthur furrowed his brow, trying to understand. "So you are saying I am not actually turning into anything- I am turning BACK into what I was supposed to look like in the first place?" Galea nodded. "Oookay, then why would the king side against you? If you are his own daughter- he certainly isn't acting like it. Also this would imply he is also supposed to be a dragon, why would he not want to turn back?"
Galea shrugged. "I actually don't know any more than you on that front."
Arthur shrugged, pulling his pants back up. "Well what do you want me to do about? I go back empty handed; your father will have my head."
"You can help me break the seal. There is a seal below the castle, in a hidden passage... I don't think even my father knows it is there. To break the seal on each individual will take forever- if you break the seal on the kingdom as a whole the magic will weaken enough that I could start mass-converting people. My father cannot exile his entire kingdom, so if everyone is a dragon- he cannot interfere. If he wants to stay human, that is his choice, but he isn't going to force everyone else through ignorance."
"You expect me to sneak into the castle..?"
Galea reached up and winced as she dug her claws into her own hide, drawing a bit of blood she managed to dig out one of her own aquamarine scales and tossed it down to Arthur. "Tell him I have been slain. You will be granted audience with the king- who is in the castle. Then just make a beeline to the seal."
Arthur grumbled and stood up, but then tried to flex his left leg at all and just winced as trying to do it only pinched his tail stuffed in behind it. "Can you at least fix my junk?"
Galea inhaled sharply. "Nnno. I wasn't entirely sure it would even work on you, and you apparently needed more convincing regardless. If I could re-place the seal, I would have turned myself back and snuck back into the castle on my own, but the seal was created by the Old Gods, it isn't something mortals can just slap together."
"Okay but like... I can't even walk, how the hell do I get anywhere like this?"
She loomed over him with a subtle grin, looking around him, Galea reached down and once again pulled his pants down before he could stop her, but this time looped her talon under his tail and pulled it fully from the pant leg. It is actually thicker than his legs are, but most of its mass is muscle- so it's very squishy when not tensed, making it easier to stuff into smaller placed. The splotchy reddened skin is much worse on the back of the tail- likely where scales are to develop at some point but haven't yet formed.
She glanced at his junk, seeing his dick bobbing up and down even though Arthur himself had his arms crossed, trying to look more upset than he actually is. Her long slit-shaped pupil narrowed as her vision focussed on his genitals.
"Do I turn you on?"
"Absolutely not in a mil-"
"A knight's word is his honor."
Arthur froze up for a good twenty seconds, not knowing how to react at all before he let out a long sigh. "You introduce yourself grinding up against me with your gigantic genitals..."
"I actually just did it because the skin-on-skin contact was the only way to make sure my counterspell was strong enough to break the seal on you at all. I am curious as to what it will look like... and it is not as though I have any suitors lined up for me in this state, eh? You are a knight, so at least of a refined blood." She stepped over him, swinging her hips forward under her, bringing her colossal cloaca closer again. "How about it? We seal our deal with a little intimacy?"
"But..." He spaced out a moment looking at her cloaca- the hidden pubic mound already swelling it out, causing the cloaca to open slightly entirely on its own. "But I am... too small to... ooh.. w-wait. I shouldnnn-nnngh!" The giant knot surged in pressure- his genitals were changing again!
The erection increased blood flow which in turn fed the transformation. Or, if Galea's story is true- his reversion, not transformation. His balls were hopping in his scrotum already and his dick started to enlarge; which at this point was just sort of balancing its size out with the knot, which was comically disproportionate. The head of his penis felt uncomfortably tight as the shaft kept trying to stretch longer- the subtle feeling of getting an erection continuing past already being erect. Galea smiled and curled her digits, lightly grabbing his penis between her knuckle joints to tug on- so she did not accidentally cut him with her giant talons.
Arthur plopped back onto his butt and leaned back groaning. His balls wedged themselves firmly against him and with a groan of their own- swelled still larger! They were each the size of a small beach ball! The growth then fired up into his shaft and instead of the slow pulses it grew almost two inches in one massive surge! Arthur groaned and tilted his head so far back the visor on his helmet flipped open on its own. The veins on his shaft were incredibly thick now- at least toward the knot, and became thinner as they went up. His glans filled so tight it became shiny from all the pours being yanked smooth. The corona turned purple from blood pressure and the glans started to swell larger to keep up with his shaft! The giant knot seemed to hold it steady- but as the cock lengthened it still bobbed more aggressively; less of its weight being braced by anything.
His balls surged again! Now each testicle was two thirds as long as his torso, and WIDER than this torso by an inch and a half! ONE testicle could completely occupy all space in the body of his pants, never mind his hips, or the other ball, or his dick. His penis alone was the length of his torso already and still growing! His knot even seemed to be growing again too, but it's too subtle of a change in comparison to everything else to notice really. Galea stepped forward again, hovering her cooch over him close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off it- and the salty musk coming it off him hit him like a wave. Her neck is so long she can easily bring her head down and turn to look under herself to make sure she lines up properly- she tenses the muscles in her neck as she lowers it so the giant shield-scutes lay flat against its bottom.
Galea dipped her hips just enough to slide the end of his dick into the plush neon pink folds of her inner cloaca, then her pussy clenches and she lifts again- tugging his penis! When he pops back out his glans flare abnormally large! She does it again, and again- each time his glans enlarge a bit more- the suction of her colossal pussy is stretching its shape out! The entire glans turn a diffused violet from blood pressure while the corona turns dark bruise-purple. The corona is normally covered in teeny tiny bumps that are almost unnoticeable, but the changes are causing a much smaller number of bumps to swell up to a size that is very much noticeable! Because it's such a sensitive part of his penis, its expansion also causes his sensitivity to keep going up! His dick is also STILL getting bigger overall while this happens! Galea pulls his entire hips up off the ground by her pussy before he slips back out- and he only slips out at all because he is so tiny compared to her, and she doesn't want to clench hard enough to crush him.
As the bumps grow, they drag on her plush flesh- though he still slips out because the inner pussy is so soft and smooth there is nothing to hook on. The glans of his penis start to deform, getting an exaggerated helmet shape as the entire corona grows larger in comparison, stretching the brim wider! The rim also grows in thickness, thanks to the growing bumps stretching it with gathering blood pressure! Now his stone-hard knot is turning purple from gathered pressure as well, matching his glans almost perfectly. His cock is as thick as his upper arms now, and the same length as his body from the knee up... so about four, four and a half feet?
His scrotum seemed to contract, the skin compressing, hugging his balls firmly to him while it changed- its coloration darkening further as it condensed with more keratin. His already dense foreskin thickened a bit further too, but as both his shaft and knot expanded still larger, it also peeled down from his shaft even further, the knot now yanking out of it- the fit so tight it actually made an audible pop- forcing it to bunch up behind the giant sphere... having transformed instead into a sheath. His scrotum was now covered in scales! The scales seemed to take random sized geometric shapes, but as soon as it fully formed the scrotum relaxed and the testicles rolled freely again- causing the scales to divide! They form an armored sphere, but only when the scrotum retracts, locking the plates together. When it is relaxed the scales are all spaced out by loose flesh.
The bumps on his corona continued to expand with each kiss from the dragon's massive muff. Fat little cones, rounded spikes, then long barbs! Each one like a small finger- a dark bruise purple from collected blood pressure, the barbs lined the head of his dick and spread the corona so wide with their added length that it was like an umbrella! When she gripped him now- his dick gripped back. She could lift his entire body off the ground before there was enough force for the barbs to bend the wrong way and allow him to slip back out, quickly flicking back into their default position. They are expanded with the same blood pressure as his shaft, so they are not rigid enough to hurt her in any way, and the tips are not sharp. They do spread out and scratch her inner folds enough that even she gets a bit of pleasure from it now- in spite of their tremendous size difference.
They are also extremely sensitive to pleasure- so her pussy kissing him hard enough to lift him off the ground repeatedly brought him to the edge real quick and he orgasmed into her! Galea grunted with a bit of disappointment- his size is still not nearly enough to make her climax, but that isn't really his fault- he is still mostly human. They both watched as it retracted. The barbs regressed into soft chubby bubbles along the head, and the knot regressed away into a soft hill on either side of the shaft, but it only scrunched up against the sheath- it did not actually go inside.
Arthur motioned to his crotch. "Yea, uh, this isn't going to fit in my pants, and I somehow doubt people are going to ignore a pair of dragon balls."
"Yeaaa... okay. Well, I can fly you to the castle, drop you off just before, and then you can try to sneak in."
"To the royal palace, which is filled with royal knights, ready to give me a royal whooping?"
"It won't be if I am flying around in the sky overhead- they will go into panic mode. The knights don't know who I am, only my parents and the royal advisor know."
Arthur sighed and shrugged. With a pair of dragon balls and a four foot, spiked dick; it's not like he could go back to life as normal anyway, he either goes forward or nowhere at all. Arthur ripped his sword free of the wall and slung it over his shoulder and hustled to the front of the cave. He looked down at his gloves seeing the material stretch out from inside- his nails growing into claws slowly. On his hands and feet. They are going to have to hurry- if he grows anywhere near her size he won't be able to get into the castle without simply plowing through its walls.
She slithered to the opening of the cave and flapped her two lower wings to get just barely off the ground. Arthur had to fight the wind pressure from her flapping to get under her- and she grabbed him up with one of her feet- pressing the soft warm pads on its underside into him as she flapped her back wings now too and took off into the sky! Everyone down below was too pre-occupied looking at Galea or just running to shelter terrified to notice Arthur in her clutches. He could feel his tail lengthening again. Now the red spots on his body and clustered together on his tail started to bulge out, becoming harder and shiny from keratin infusing the skin. Their coloration turned to a perfect balance between orange and red- they turned into coral colored scales. It is a good thing Galea had a damn good grip on him because his entire body was starting to shift a bit now.
His feet extended a little bit, and his big and pinky toes regressed- the three remaining toes increased greatly in size with their stolen mass and grew massive silver claws! The lengthening of the foot caused his ankles to rise up into the neck of his boots, and then the claws growing out shoved the boot off to just the end of his feet, and he just kicked them off entirely since they no longer work- hoping no one was directly below them, since plate boots falling from that height would definitely kill someone. The scales that develop on his toes are absolutely tiny- so tiny the gaps between are almost identical to just the pours of normal skin. The scales get progressively larger the further up his leg they go. His thighs bulged with muscle shoving his pants further down since the waist could not be worn over his hips thanks to his genitals and tail already. When his pants collected at his ankles he made the call to just ditch those too and let them drop. As much as he did not want to be caught with his pants down- it didn't help him to be tripping over them collected at his ankles, either.
The lengthening of his claws in his gloves forced his fingers to curl, till the claw angled far enough in to lance the leather portion of the inner glove and escape. Arthur just tossed the gloves off entirely at that point to join the rest of his outfit falling through the sky. His claws are pale grey, but because they are so glossy it looks silver. The skin bubbles up on the insides of his hands with fat deposits, forming pads as well. His claws are not like Galea's however. Hers are narrow, long, and hooked like the talons of a giant bird. Arthur's are thick and broad, like slightly curved spikes- they cover the entire ends of his digits.
He groaned as his muscles seemed to flex on their own, swelling larger all over, causing him to shift in her grip. Luckily her pads are very soft at your comparative scale, so you can move around quite a bit without actually squirming free. It is late evening when they arrive at the capital, which is great time given they left very late in the afternoon. It was an entire day; dawn to dusk by horse carriage- she flew the gap in like an hour and a half tops.
"I can't drop you off at the castle directly, so... heads up and good luck."
"Wait, what?"
She spun in the air and let Arthur go! He flailed around frantically mid-air before she spun around fully, gently pressing her tail to him and continued to roll in the air- Arthur sliding further down her tail as she spun till she launched him like a human cannonball at the castle off the end of her tail to aim him! She then flew around to the back of the castle and gave her best roar- to make sure all eyes were on her, and no one seen Arthur crash-land.
Arthur hit back first against the huge bricks of the castle basin to the side of the front doors- he could hear knights pouring out of the castle to defend against the dragon. Luckily Arthur was still wearing his body armor or that might have broken his spine in half. He slowly got up, but his body was still changing rapidly, causing him to slump over onto all fours as his muscles grew larger and more bulbous in powerful surges! The leather straps creaked and snapped from internal pressure and even the metal plates of his armor started to malform, getting bent outward around the expanding curvature of solid muscle!
Arthur struggled onto his feet again but remained hunched over, then with a loud groan and deliberately flexed his arms. His sleeves exploded- launching plates of steel armor off him like projectiles! His back bulged tremendously, casting off still more deformed armor plates, and then even his pectorals ballooned out looking like he had a pair of tits for a moment before his abdominal muscles caught up and built up his entire torso with a wall of stacked, bulbous muscle like the bricks in the castle wall. The muscle surge hit his lower back and he shivered at the feeling of it erupt quickly down the length of his tail, causing it to get at least a foot longer in a sudden pulse on top of its already gradual expansion.
His hips gave a loud, hollow pop and expanded greatly, and then with an abrupt shock of pleasure- his dick finally popped into the sheath and started to sink in completely! The reason it never entered the sheath before is his hips were not big enough for the sheath to lead anywhere! His hips also expanded further forward than to the sides, changing their proportions, making them look sharper. When viewed from the side the pelvis of a dragon is sort of shaped like an axe blade. His legs did not get any longer though, so angling them further apart with bigger hips also put his junk closer to the ground. His scrotum naturally clenched- pulling the scales together to encase them in armor, because now they are low enough to brush the ground when he walks.
Arthur tried to stand up straighter but his clothing started to shred completely, not just the armor over it. The holes tore larger and larger as more of his muscle bulged out. It wasn't just muscle... the gentle pressure of the expansion could be felt to his very core- his bones themselves are also growing, but just his upper body. His upper body is becoming disproportional to his lower body! Unlike on the rest of him- the scales on his forearms specifically grew larger and sharper, taking on a diamond shape instead of the circles the rest of his scales are- this gave his outer forearms the texture of a cheese grater.
Because simply getting bigger is a considerably more stable transformation- Arthur forced himself forward now to get into the castle before it is too late, following Galea's instructions to find the hidden passage. His entire body started to grow slowly in overall size, causing him a brief panic attack as he scrambled to get his helmet off before it started to crush his head. He turned a corner and froze a bit bewildered when he seen a team of seven royal knights lined up in front of the statue he needed to reach, and they all immediately looked over to see the naked half-dragon.
They all drew their swords immediately and started to rush Arthur. Well... shit. The king still knows Galea's secret- even if these knights don't know why they are guarding this hallway, they will still do it if the king tells them to. She said she did not think her father knew of this passage- she did not KNOW he didn't.
Arthur spun around, sweeping the legs out from under two knights, then continued to spin as the knight fell forward- caught the knight's face in his hand and then flipped him over and slammed his head into the floor hard enough to chip the marble tile! Of course- the knight is wearing a helmet so it just knocked him out- not kill him. Arthur quickly drew the legendary sword with his other hand and swiped it hard enough to cleave another knight's sword in half, and pinned the other against the opposite wall, ripping it out of the knight's hand from the force.
The fifth knight rushed at him, but Arthur was hit with another growth spurt, causing him to groan loudly and lurch forward suddenly- slamming his head into the knight's; knocking him out with an unintentional head-butt! Both upper and lower jaw pushed out of his face, stretching his face out and angling the bridge of his nose further up. His teeth felt like they were knitting themselves together as they sharpened into fangs. He also felt a sharp pain in his shoulders and temples as horns started to grow- two from his head and two from his upper spine!
The sixth knight swung their sword at Arthur, and Arthur met his blade- the legendary sword creating a large notch in the blade with an explosion of sparks. The other knight forced his blade to the side, but Arthur kicked him to the floor before he could recover his stance- unfortunately this also knocked the sword from his own grip. The seventh knight seen he was now unarmed and rushed forward to use the window of opportunity. Arthur can overpower him, but trying to bare-hand fight him is just going to get his hand chopped off! Not knowing what to do, Arthur just roared in frustration- and a pillar of blue and white spiralling flames erupted from his mouth, slammed into the knight and ignited the clothing between his armor plates; causing him to flail around screaming in a panic and frantically run off to throw himself into the fountain in the main foyer. Well... that works. He didn't even know he could do that.
By now however- Arthur's head is brushing the roof of the smaller side-hall and he is still definitely growing. He slithers up to the dragon statue and finds the one false scale on it that opens the hidden passage. His tail is so enormous and thick at this point that it's stolen his anus entirely- putting it onto the base of his tail rather than on his hips and stretching it into a narrow slit. The tail drags on the ground behind him as he walks, creating a soft rustling sound from his scales against the floor.
His body and muscles growing made him too heavy and bulky- he could walk on two legs still but he did not trust himself to do it down stairs that are getting increasingly smaller as he goes- so he dropped to all fours. His hands are still shaped like a humans even though they are covered in scales, claws, and pads. They are also easily twice the size his feet are. His arms are twice as long as his legs and thanks to the muscle bulk; three or four times overall mass. The mortar holding these ancient stairs together started to crumble a bit from his increasing weight- causing a few of the steps to break free and roll out from under him, making Arthur stumble a few steps down before stopping himself again.
As his body grew it slowly lost more of its shape as well- it did not all grow in proportion. His ears became rounder, slowly regressing into his head as his face slowly pushed further out. Though very quiet- because the sound is inside of his own head the dull clicks and cracks of his skull changing were incredibly loud to Arthur. By the time he got halfway down the stairs his body had started to elongate, so his hands were pushing down onto steps, twelve steps down from the ones his feet were trying to grip. And soon after simply became too big; he his hand spread over the edges of three different steps at the same time, and finally he was just too heavy for ANY of the steps to bare his weight!
The stairs crumbled like dry chalk under him and he fell face first onto them- sliding down the remaining stairs as the bricks were ripped out from his weight and scattered to the side in a cloud of broken stone! Below the castle... is another entire castle... one ten times as big as the current one. One big enough... to house dragons. The stairs out of the old castle was however still built by humans, so... yea. Even as he got up he continued to grow rapidly, causing his butt and heavy tail to shove against the bottom of the stairs and completely destroy the structure entirely- so the stairs no longer even connected to the floor, and half the flight of stairs that still stood had no steps on it- it was just a rock slide. At least that means no one is going to follow him; they have no way to get down.
Arthur stood on all fours and just paused in place, letting the changes sweep over him to get them over with so he could move without stumbling over himself. His body became longer, allowing for a more gradual transition from his smaller lower body to his giant upper body. His humanoid muscle structure just duplicated itself to fill in the added space- his pecs and abs still looked humanoid... he just had more of a twelve pack instead of a six pack. The scales also did not progress over these muscles like they did anywhere else. Like Galea- the scales that grew on the underside are thicker but also have lower keratin values- which means they are also more flexible and springy. Instead of banded scales however- each bulbous muscular protrusion developed its own layer of plate armor! Instead of being coral colored like his normal scales these are cream colored. The muscles down the front of his body now resembled the plastron(underside) of a turtle shell, but sculpted into the shape of a chiselled human torso.
He groaned but the sound came out more of a thunderously deep growl as his skull deformed and expanded further. His human hair fell away as the horns on his head grew out. He lowered his head and felt the structure of his face changing below the skin with his hand, but when he got to his growing horns he felt something off. Shifting his grip- he accidentally got a claw stuck in it for a moment! There are... holes in his horns? Is that supposed to be there, or did he not drink enough milk when he was little? The horns growing from his upper spine penetrated the skin of his extremely muscular upper back, growing out to the sides very slightly but mostly backward in a very gradual arch- they are very large since they brace against his spine itself and can afford to be bulky. Unlike Galea he does not appear to be growing any sort of wings.
His face grew out, but faster than that; his jaw grew and bulked up in size! Like his upper body to his lower; his lower jaw was many times broader than his upper! Because of this- all his lower fangs slightly overlapped his upper lips, because the lower jaw is also slightly wider, allowing his fangs to fit OVER the upper ones. His nostrils stretched thin but very long- able to expand massively when taking in air, but close almost entirely when unneeded. His face did not get as long nor as narrow as Galea. Her face is shaped like a dagger- her upper lips harden toward the end of her face, overlapping her lower jaw slightly as a pseudo-beak. Arthur's face was almost shaped like a brick. The horns on his head did not grow half as long as the ones on his back but actually grew almost twice as THICK! They are extremely heavy, even for him. They arch out and then back inward while pointing straight forward at the tips. Both sets of horns oddly seem to have holes all over them, spaced out evenly down their length. They are angled up toward the point of the horn, almost making the horn sort of resemble a flute, or other wind instrument. They would actually be too heavy for his head to carry- except that the holes go all the way through the horn; uniting into a single hollow passage down their middle, so the horns were not completely solid.
Arthur felt congested a moment, and took a deep breath and went to exhale hard, but felt something weird. Something flexed open elsewhere. His nostrils... branched. On a whim he inhaled deeply again, this time summoning the fire in his heart, so his breath was joined with the quieter roar of burning flame. He snapped his mouth shut and exhaled through his nostrils only! Both sets of horns absolutely erupted in white and blue flames, blasting out through the holes which were angled so that the flames spiralled up the length of the horn and united on the ends! He doubled the length of his horns- with horns of pure flame! They were able to stay ignited for almost a minute after he stopped breathing out- though tapered off on their own without being fed any new fuel.
As if in reply to the weight of his immense horns- his neck now grew to better suit his new head. His head was shoved a bit further away from his body with each additional pop from his spine as his neck got longer and longer. The veins in his neck swelled fat as fingers and he growled as the muscles yanked taut and swelled massively as well, as if trying to upstage the lengthening of his neck! The tremendous muscles of his back started to look more evened out as his neck expanded to give it more of a gradual tapering! His neck grew long but not as long as Gaela- but his neck is also a LOT thicker than hers. The bone process of his vertebrae also grew longer and emerged from the skin down the length of his neck, creating a fan of pointed bone.
Arthur's changed seemed to finally slow to a stop, and for a moment he almost collapsed- feeling exhausted from the change and was not ready for his body suddenly relaxing all at once as the changes ended. He blushed a bit and looked under himself. He is not as big as Galea but still a hell of a lot larger than he was, but his sheath and armored balls seem to have kept pace with his overall growth, which means his dick alone is probably three times longer than he used to be tall. His balls are like the size of a horse carriage. Because his tail is so thick he does not often lift it off the ground- it slithers along the ground behind him. The cream coloration of his underside fades up half the underside of his neck, but does not progress down to his tail at all. Everywhere else on his body is coral colored scales. His eyes remained blue, though the pupils have become narrow and tall. The blue coloration becomes deeper toward the pupil, making his iris look like a whirlpool down into the cleft of his pupils. His hands are so huge he could probably pick two or three grown men up in a single palm.
It also meant the only way he is getting out of here is if he smashes his way out. Even through the huge double-doors at the front of the castle- he probably can't fit out past his shoulders. Arthur ignited his horns again so he could see what he is doing. There are no windows down here and no one has been here for thousands of years to light any of the torches. Even adjusted to the dark- he can see a dim outline of himself and that is about it without lighting the fire.
This castle predated the human race, so at least ten to twenty thousand years old. Arthur realizes he is in an ancient throne room. Rested against a colossal throne formed from uncut beryl crystals, is the bones of an ancient dragon- his horns however are not made of bone, but gold. The former king. As if in reaction to the presence of dragon's fire- a pale blue runic array starts to glow on the floor; the seal the Old Gods put here. If Galea had now placed a counter directly onto Arthur he would likely be turning back human from being near this.
Arthur swept his hand across it trying to wipe it off but it didn't come off. He went to breathe fire on it but the flames turned to water halfway to the rune and splashed harmlessly on the floor! The rune turns fire to water, earth to wind... strength to weakness. Using his tremendous strength and thick claws; Arthur slammed his hand into the floor hard enough to shatter the stone and then raked his claws through it, breaking the rune up... but then it re-gathered and mended itself the moment he took his hand off it.
Arthur tilted his head. "How in-" He paused, startled by how huge his voice now is. "How the hell am I supposed to break this, then?"
"You're not." He quickly turned to see King Mortareus coming down the stairs... or as far as he could without falling- so still a considerable distance up. "I told you not to listen to the dragon's wiles you fool! That seal protects us from her wretched sorceries! Now you've been turned into a dragon! Galea turned you into a dragon so you would have no choice but to cooperate with her, because humans would no longer recognise you as one of their own! That seal on the floor protects us from her dark magic. As soon as you lift the seal- she breathes fire down on our kingdom and turns us all to ash- because of YOU!"
Arthur looked at the seal then slowly back to the king before he huffed out a small cloud of smoke, with a subtle grin. "If it was protecting us, wouldn't you call it a ward, not a SEAL? Also... funny you knew her name already since all the champions you sent to kill her so far never returned, and she just so happens to have the exact same name as your daughter..."
Mortareus slammed his fist into the ancient wood arm rail. He hurt his old hand, taking a step back but then almost slipped on the shattered steps. His stumbling caused several broken bits of stairs to tumble down to Arthur... but also Lo'atir. As soon as the sword fell to the seal- the runes started to ripple near it. The enchantments on the sword- they were placed by human magic, the seal was made before it existed, so it doesn't repel it. Arthur took the sword up, pausing a moment to look back at the fearful king.
"Before I break this- why? Why would you hide this from your own people? We were huge, powerful, could bend the elements... we could have gotten that back at any time, and you just decided ; naah?"
"A king protects his people. If you break that seal- you invite the ire of the Gods on us all."
"Oh, so cowardice, gotcha."
Mortareus grunted in frustration. "Unsealing us is not bravery, it is stupidity, and ignorance of the wrath of the Old Gods! You are a knight! You swore an oath to obey your royal house!"
"I am. Just not specifically you."
He slammed the sword into the seal and the two forces negated one another! The sword shattered into tiny splinters of metal that scattered around the room, and the runic seal vaporized finally after ten thousand years.
Cheryl giggle, curling her toes as Frank kissed her wanting pussy, but in a sudden surge they were both surprised when a tail started to grow out of her! It grew so quickly it shoved her anus forward and her pussy even further out, stretching it horizontally, turning the openings into a cloaca! Cheryl moaned loudly, and before Frank could even react she put her hand on the back of his head and shoved his face down into her hot slit. But surge after surge it got bigger and bigger! Her tail rolled off the bed, then around the bed, then met the wall and had to grow up the wall before flopping over from gravity, then growing around the edge of the room! Her torso popped in rapid fire as her body got longer and longer, and then her neck too! Tendril-like whiskers of flesh grew from her chin and then two from either of her eyebrows, but those grew in relatively flat; waving around in the air as if they were weightless ribbons! Her torso was quickly becoming more serpentine, and her pussy grew bigger and bigger with her, becoming so massive that Frank was getting afraid she was going to shove his entire body into moist, puffy cloaca!
The doctor shook his head, turning to his tools on the table. A man and a nurse standby nervously as the pregnant woman screamed and clutched the arms of the chair so hard she was leaving clawmarks in the solid wood.
"She cannot dilate any further, we are going to have to perform a C-section to get that baby out." He picked up his scalpel just as the woman made a confused 'OH' cry and suddenly stopped screaming. The doctor turned around and seen the woman perfectly fine with a massive egg between her legs instead of a baby. "Welp. Back to medical school for me, I apparently don't know what the fuck I am doing!"
The child flapped around the roof of the house and quickly out the door before his mother realized what was happening.
"Edward, you get down here this instant! How are you doing that!?"
The boy had a set of dragon wings as well as a growing tail, adorned with a tight line of orange bone plates growing out of its back!
"No way! I a'never comin' down! Ye can't tell me what ta do ma! Ima dragun!"
The boy tumbled through the air several times and the woman's hair and dress was blown back by the force of a gigantic clawed hand slamming into the ground right next to their house. The head of a gargantuan black dragon lowered itself to the ground and opened two glowing orange eyes on the one side of its head.
His voice was so deep and loud it caused the nearby windows to vibrate with it. "Listen to your mother, boy."
He immediately plopped back down onto his feet and folded his wings away, skittering to his mother's skirt to hide behind it. "Y-y-y-yessir."
All over the kingdom; giant limbs burst through walls, and people rose up through the rooves of their little homes as massive draconids! Long serpentine bodies, massive beasts, winged, finned, or feathered! Dragons of all shapes and sizes appeared as the ancient magic dissolved.
Ken thrust against Eris rigorously, rocking her up and down the bed, sending her bare tits into motion. "See, isit? I told yer it were in 'ow I use it, not the size that matters! Right!"
She would have rolled her eyes, but actually it did feel like he was bigger than he looked. "Well, I wouldn't mind bein' wrong this time, love."
She started to moan more and buck her hips along with his thrusts, and it felt like she was gripping his dick tighter and tighter! Soon she was shuddering and half moaning half giggling at how well he filled her, then his dick started to bulge out her lower gut from the inside! His balls had become so large and heavy they spank her ass when he swings forward! His dick started to stretch her even further, digging even deeper and he wasn't even moving his hips- he was just dumbfounded. Eris didn't even have her eyes open she was just rolling her head back and forth, mussing her hair up across the bed with giddy pleasure. His dick started to push out of her even though he STILL wasn't moving- it was now longer than her entire vaginal passage, he is GROWING out of her! His dick became so massive and rigid... it started to LIFT Eris up! She was being propped up from the inside, on his cock!
Herbert nodded as the last of the angry mob tossed their torches onto the massive bonfire at the base of the poll they tied Agatha to.
"Let this be a lesson to all your... witch friends! We don't accept your kind 'round 'ere."
"Nah! N-no! Let me go, aaaah let me g- oh." The flames burned her skirt off, but did absolutely nothing to her skin. "Well that isn't so bad at all."
"...what?"
She spread a pair of dragonic wings and used the claws on them to rip off the rope binding her! She fell barefoot into the fire, but again the heat did absolutely nothing to her. It burned the clothes right off her, but did absolutely no harm to HER. "So long, suckers!" She promptly flew away.
"Holy shit, she really is a witch! I was just making that shit up!"
The scholar-turned-wyvern flew back to the roof of the stone tower where the others were waiting and perched back on the ledge with his narrow, clawed feet and wings.
The other scholars motioned to him. "Well? What did you see above the clouds? Did you get high enough to see Heaven?"
"Well... here is something interesting- turns out the world isn't flat after all. Also there is no air up there; I almost suffocated."
The other scholar scuffed. "Oh please, of course the world is flat- if it was round we would just slide off the sides, you moron."
He grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "I almost suffocated up there, to see it with MY. OWN. EYES. The only thing flat is the surface of your brain!"
Mortareus slinked away to hide with his wife- he knew the magic was going to be broken and deliberately maintained his own seal so he could remain human. Looking out over his kingdom as it was crushed under the feet of its own citizens, he knew they would not be kind to him once they find out he had been depriving them of this for so long.
Galea landed on the massive front steps of the castle as Arthur managed to crawl his way out and smash open the front doors to get to her. "You did good after all, knight." She grinned as she looked him over. "And I think you might actually be big enough to fit, this time."
"Oh, you're still interested?"
She huffed. "I am a princess, not a slut. I wouldn't fuck around with just anyone for any old reason." She slithered her tail under him, massaging the armor around his nuts to get the plates to divide and expose their soft core. "And as hard as my father tried to disown me, I AM still his sole heir, so whether he likes it or not, I am Queen when he dies unless he can produce another offspring by then." She pressed her forehead against Arthur's, lowering her voice and smiling. "Which means if you stick with me, you will be King."
"King Arthur? Heh, that has a certain ring to it."
"I will even forge you a new 'legendary' sword, bigger than that toothpick you broke doing this. Or whatever weapon you proffer."
"Ooh, really? I have always sort of liked the lance a lot."
She giggled, using her tail to spin him over and tumble him down the stairs, then jumped on top of him. He is physically stronger than she is, even though she is still larger, so he easily yanked her and rolled on top of her by the time they got to the bottom of the steps. Their tails coiled around one another's. The membrane of her wings is soft and smooth as silk on the inner facing side, and lacks scales. If you look closely enough you can see a few pale violet veins here and there below the surface. The membrane is also very warm, and she wraps it around him like a blanket.
He chuckled. "Well, all my life I always wanted to be a dragonslayer, and everyone always wanted me to smarten up and give up on my fantasy. Since I am a dragon now... yea. I guess it is time to change professions. From this moment forward- I am no longer a dragonslayer." His smile faded as he looked up to the figure descending from a pillar of light in the sky. "I am a Godslayer."