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He awoke some time later, when exactly he couldn't tell, with cramped shoulders and stiff legs. He went to shift, to allow blood to his limbs, and at the same time to stretch his wings. For some reason his wings didn't respond. He opened his eyes and went a bit dizzy. The room was now huge! But he had been here before, in this sort of situation that is. If the room looked huge, it was most likely because he was small. His wings didn't respond because presently he didn't have any. He was back to being human, leastwise from the appearance of his hands he was clenching in front of his face. He only mildly wondered what happened to the huge amount of food that had been in his gut. Magic generally took care of such small details. He didn't even look around the room for the source of his transformation.

"Hello Sybeele. I heard you came by earlier. I didn't expect to see you for a few days at least. What's the special occasion?" He heard large feet stamp the floor in disgust. "How the hell does everyone know when I'm around?" He sat up. Unsurprisingly, he was naked. His old favorite outfit had been shredded many times before. He would recreate again when he could.

"I'm back to being me, or as much as it's me after all these years. Since it was you who turned me into a dragon, I figured only you can turn me back. Therefore, you had to be here. Not that I mind, but what's so special about today that you'd be done being mad at me already? You were pretty pissed!" She hopped over to sit on the floor in front of him. "You're an idiot. Too bad you're an idiot I'm in love with. Sometimes you do these incredible things, and then again, you go and do something off the wall and dangerous. I can't figure you out!"

He looked down at his nakedness. "Would you mind, uh, dressing me up a little?" She blinked. He looked back down at himself and shook his head. "Seriously? A tutu? You seem a little flighty with your use of my power!" She snickered and blinked again. This time he was in a black robe, like acolytes and monks wore. He sighed again but kept his mouth shut. Who knows what the next choice would be?

"My dearest husband, I wanted to come down and tell you I still love you, despite your idiotic ways. It's a wonder you didn't kill most of those people in the plaza. As it was, I had to mitigate much of what you did. The form you're in wasn't a punishment, leastwise not at first. It was the quickest thing I could think of to help. Once I transformed you, it seemed an appropriate prison to stick you in until you learned your lesson. I intend to put you back in it when I'm done showing you I still love you."

He got her meaning. He was a little pissed himself. "So, my favorite furry female; just like that I'm supposed to assent to bedding you, just because you want it? I already know you love me, and I love you in return, but I don't like playing games. Huntchy even has noticed you act a little funny. I would use the words manipulative and evasive and uncharacteristic. But then again, I have only been reunited with you for a short while. Still, it seems much has changed about you besides your physical growth and your changes. Would you care to explain?"

A little electricity sparked between her ears, like some arcane device from an old horror movie. She got right into his face. "Look mister, you have no idea what I consented to do to be here with you!" He wasn't put off by her manner. "You're right, I don't. So enlighten me!" She sat back. "I can't. Not now anyways. But I will tell you at some point. I never realized that horse was as smart as he was. His dumb act was pretty convincing. I'll need to keep an eye out when he's around. I don't need him getting wise to me before things have had a chance to work out."

Jon-Tom was getting exasperated. "What things work out? I assume it's something Eve put you up to. If she is making you do something against your will, I'll have it out with her." Sybeele leaned forward and kissed him. "I'm sure you would. But I made a choice and I'm sticking with it. I'd love to tell you about it, but I've gone and mixed in some of my own foibles. To tell you now would spoil the whole thing. You'll just have to trust me."

He lay back on the floor. "Trust you? I do trust you, but you don't trust yourself I think. It's hard for me to go along with whatever it is you think you have to do without me knowing anything about it. I feel that neither you nor Eve would do anything bad, but on the other hand, I feel you both have agendas I don't fully comprehend. It tends to make me nervous. Since you have my power, I don't understand why you're so reluctant to use it. Are you afraid of doing something awful?"

She leaned back in and kissed him. "No, it's not that. Let's just say I'm saving it for a better use. And as for my changes; well, they're apparently a necessity. I use the magic sparingly because I feel I need to." She made a point of showing off her dress. "Like this. You have no idea how difficult it is to constantly have to figure out what to wear every other day. Occasionally you get lucky and find a form that happens to fit in your clothes. But it is nice to be able to make what you need, and then make it go away. Otherwise my closet would be overflowing! Today I decided to make something special."

He grinned at her. "My dear, you would make a flour sack look special. You hardly need clothes to enhance your beauty!" She about melted into a puddle. There were times he was just perfect. She stood. "Boy oh boy, you know how to make things tough on a girl! Close your eyes while I slip into something less constraining." He complied. He heard a rustling of skirts. A slight smell of ozone wafted past his nose. "OK. I guess you can open them now."

There she was, the loveliest little rabbit, or should he say hare, standing there devoid of clothing. Her dress was on the floor, a pile of fabric and silk flowers. She actually managed to look cute and timorous. He held out his hand and she grasped it. Her paw was as smooth as silk, perhaps even smoother than the material of her dress. "Well, well, well, don't you look fetching? Clothing can hide so much that should be adored and enjoyed." She tittered. "Thank you so much! I hope this body is as pleasing to you as all the others have been!" He was fairly certain it would.

He was going to ask her whether or not she really wanted to get it on here on the cold hard floor when he saw the bed from the corner of his vision. It had not been there a moment ago. The smell of ozone, which often came with using magic, must have been from her making this appear. It was pretty, for a bed, much like his old one back at the tree. It seemed like a lot of trouble for a one time use, but hey, who was he to argue with the whims of a lady? If she wanted to make love under a bower of wooden branches and leaves, who was he to argue?

He picked her up, and she fell into his embrace with the willingness of a girl in love. He was really sorry about the trouble he had caused, and was glad she was willing to forgive his momentary stupidity. He set her on the bed and pulled off the robe she had placed on him. Despite the fur on her face, a blush was visible on her cheeks. Even her ears grew red on the inside. One thing was certain; his wife could certainly get excited about making love. He wished he was more naïve when it came to it; too many partners and too many years later had tended to dull his fascination with it a bit. It was nice to have someone who found it so novel. He hoped she never grew as jaded as he had become.

She quivered at his slightest touch. When his fingers go down to between her legs, she was vibrating in place. When they worked their way inside, she arched her back and let out a little cry. These forms seemed to affect her differently, but he was in no position to question her reactions. As long as she liked what he did, he would do it. Ten minutes later she was panting frantically. There was a wet spot on the sheets. By then, he was ready to get his own dose of pleasure. He had already wisely adapted himself to fit her new form, guessing she wasn't likely to fix matters herself. His fingers told him she was going to be a tight fit, but then most females not of the quadruped variety were a snug fit for him.

He got in place, lined up and pushed. Even as diminished as he had made his manhood, she was still difficult to enter. He pushed in firmly, but gently, knowing full well she would likely take whatever abuse he gave. He didn't want to think of such a thing as they were doing as abuse. He worked it in slowly until he was in as far as he could go. She was quivering around his cock with intensely erotic vibrations. It dawned on him belatedly that there had been no hymen. Well, that was good. He hardly needed blood ruining the beauty of her lovely fur.

She likely wouldn't have noticed, nor cared, though he was pretty certain she would appreciate any precautions he took. She was enraptured with the feeling present coursing through her body, starting low and spreading out to the tips of her long ears. She enveloped his body in her arms, her finger tips barely reaching to touch across his backbone. Her ears seemed to have a life of their own, their tips caressing his face and cheeks. Her fur was as soft as any he had encountered, even that of a certain arctic fox he had once bedded. But her insides were as tight and rigid as any untapped hole, which, considering that each form was fresh and new, was exactly that.

She was a little more dreamy than normal, though that word hardly had a good definition anymore. Normal? That ship had sailed decades ago, maybe even a century ago. But heck, who wanted to be normal? Normality was for wimps. Normality was for those deluded enough to accept what others termed as acceptable. If she was enjoying herself, then good. He always did, even after all of these many passing years. Of course, he was back to being young again. The hormones were at their highest levels at this age. No point in wasting them!

He chided himself for thinking when he should be enjoying, but old habits die hard, even when one was young again. He gave up his mental pursuits in favor of his present physical one. It was just as well, for she was trying, unsuccessfully, to stifle a scream of passion that probably hurt her ears more than it did his. His body joined in with hers as she came. It took three more rounds before she seemed satisfied.

It was still early in the day. He knew this from the sunlight streaming in though the window. It dawned on him belatedly that perhaps the curtains should have been pulled, but then again, who was likely to be peaking in during the day? As they lay there wrapped up in each other's arms, he did hear faint voices from outside. He poked her awake. "I think perhaps we had best go outside. I think I hear Huntchy, and he seems to be raising his voice now and again." She smiled for a moment until what he said sunk in.

"You can't go outside looking like that. Everyone thinks you're a dragon. If you go out like that, they'll know something is going on. I think it best if you get changed back into a dragon for now; don't you?" He pulled her in close. "You know, wife of mine, sometimes you act so weird. You change me to a dragon, then change me back so you can have a fling, then decide I should be a dragon again. Do as you see fit." He closed his eyes in preparation for the transformation. He felt her weight shift off the bed, a quick shuffle, and then the bed splintered under his former weight and mass. In the next instant even the crushed bed had vanished.

Sybeele was standing there, back in her dress, looking quite lovely. Her smile was all the adornment he needed. "Hello!" she called up to him. "Are you feeling a bit more fired up?" He puffed a cloud of smoke in her direction. "Me fired up? It was you who made our little tryst possible. It seems to me you were the one all fired up!" She merely giggled.

"You seem to be right. A crowd has gathered outside. I think perhaps it has something to do with the enormous carcass you dragged up from the sea and deposited outside. The thing is worth a king's ransom, so I am told. Shall we go out and settle matters?" She undid the latch, and he pushed the doors open with his head. Smoke rolled out as the exited. A knot of town folk hastily backed up. Their attention went from the fish skeleton to the dragon. It seems they had short memories when it came to what had happened to their mayor.

"Hello everyone," he said with just a touch of smoke leaking from the corners of his mouth. "I gather you've come to see my trophy from today's fishing expedition. I hadn't a clue it was more than just my morning meal. I was informed that its mouth is filled with a ransom in teeth. I can assure you that they will be extracted with care and stored until such time as I," he trailed off for a second, "until I decide how to properly dispose of them." Huntchy sighed with relief.

"You see! I told you he had plans for them. Now get the hell off my property! Unless of course you'd like to discuss things further with our kind and understanding mayor?" People were already backing away. He almost felt bad, but he had no intention of giving anything away until he learned more about it. If he gave away one, then everyone would demand one. This thing had a lot of teeth in its mouth, but not that many!

As the crowd parted, Huntchy noticed the hare. "Well my good lady, how is the weather this time of year in Choltus?" Sybeele frowned a little. "Choltus? I've never been to Choltus, so how should I know?" The horse stared at her for a moment. "Forgive me. I was mistaken." He turned his attention to the dragon. "Gentleman Drake, if you would be so kind, please pull the teeth out of that thing and kindly fly it to the dump, or the sea, or where ever you deem it will not stink up my property. I may have played the part of the fool but that I am not. In another day, this will be covered in flies and maggots! I am wise enough to know that will not go over well with my neighbors."

The dragon complied. He sat down, propped by his tail, and meticulously extracted the teeth. It was a bit gruesome, yet oddly satisfying. After an hour, he had a pile of teeth that looked like the spilled contents of an armory. He pushed the pile inside and attended to the carcass. His nose detected that odd smell of ozone again, but nothing had happened. All was as it was. He whispered to Sybeele. "I don't suppose you might consider making this thing vanish?" She glanced at him with a worried look. "Uh, I don't think I should. Besides, I think Pollwac is interested in it. I think; that is, I overheard him discussing it earlier.

Pollwac. Pollwac. The name was only vaguely familiar. She enlightened him. "Pollwac is the guild leader for the healer's hall. His guild also studies different biologies and body forms. They have never had even a skeleton of a Na-pa-ka-luh-ba to study. I would suggest you carry it to the guild hall and make it a gift. Even with the teeth gone, I'm sure they'll just love having it. And then it will be their responsibility in dealing with it. Jon-Tom wasn't always a fool. "Done!"

She led the way, followed closely behind by an enormous dragon carrying a fish carcass in his mouth. He looked amusingly like a cat stealing away with the fish bones from the trash heap. As they wound their way along the streets and avenues, they gathered a following of curious onlookers. Some had not yet seen the transformation their new mayor had undergone. Heck, some hadn't even seen him as a human yet. Now he was plodding down the street, carrying the skeleton of an enormous fish, being led by a dainty hare. It was both intriguing and comical.

But Master Pollwac was not amused. He was awe stuck. The dragon spit the remains out on the street in front of the guild hall, but the old armadillo only had eyes for him. He took off his glasses, and peered up at the monstrous form. He bravely walked up and ran his gnarled fingers over the sharp scales. He even reached up and yanked a dangling whisker. It was only then that it dawned on him that the thick ropy cord was attached to a living entity. He stepped back and mumbled an apology.

"I'm so sorry Lord Mayor. None of us in the healer's hall have ever seen a dragon. Even a transformed person such as yourself will do in a pinch. I would be keen to study your physiology if that wouldn't interfere with your schedule!" He was almost pleading, like a child. Jon-Tom looked down his nose at the little armored creature. He had the irreverent thought that if he blasted him with flame; he would probably cook up nicely in that thick scaly shell. He shook his head to clear the thought.

"My dear Pollwac, I have no aversion to being studied. However, I am here to deliver another prize; this skeleton from a; a, well, from one hell of a shark!" The armadillo pulled his glance to the side, seeing for the first time the oversized fish skeleton. He stuttered. "Is that, that, that thing, the bones of a Napakaluhba?" He poked around the thing for a moment, hardly waiting for an answer. "If it is, what has happened to its teeth?" The hare was quick to explain where they went. Pollwac accepted it with less than polite grace.

"Everyone always wants the teeth! Here you had hundreds and you couldn't save me one?" Jon-Tom rumbled a belly full of gas. He belched a small inferno into the air. The armadillo ceased in his complaining. "I guess half a loaf is better than none!" The dragon chuckled a little. "Master Pollwac, please forgive my exuberance in removing them. Had I known, I would have saved you some. As it is, that problem can be remedied easily enough. Just come by Huntchy's place later to pick some up." The hare piped in. "But please wait until tomorrow perhaps. The mayor and I have unfinished business to attend to."

Pollwac bowed. "Certainly, certainly. I don't mean to complain when I'm being handed a boon of this sort." He was looking over the skeleton again. "Might I inquire as to what happened to this creature's flesh? It seems to have been torn off in chunks." The dragon burped, restraining a bit of flame. "I ate it. It was delicious." The armadillo looked from one to the other, the dragon and the carcass. "I'm quite willing to believe you. I'm glad you left something for us to study. And a few teeth will be greatly appreciated." He gulped and darted back into the guild. Almost immediately a group of apprentices exited and began struggling with the dead fish remains. It was like watching ants, thought the dragon. He was going to offer help, but since he couldn't fit into the doorway, he would only hinder progress. Instead, he turned to head back towards his temporary quarters.

On an impulse he craned his neck around and latched onto the back of her dress. He hauled her, scream and all, to a position straddling the ridges on his backbone. She was panting heavily. "That wasn't funny! I thought you were going to make a meal out of me!" He chuckled out a low, deep laugh. Little wisps of smoke curled out of his nose. "Like that could ever happen!" Then he reconsidered. "Of course, you don't change back until tomorrow morning. Perhaps if you changed me to something more appropriate, I could do a little nibbling; if you get my meaning? Maybe I could get a little hare stuck in my teeth..."

He couldn't see her, of course, but he swore her body temperature rose by several degrees. Certainly her tongue became disconnected from her brain. She finally blurted out, "Oh that would be grand!" The dragon part of his mind was thinking a little more to the point. He was ready to show her what he had in this form. Then again, that would become a matter of splitting hares! And they couldn't have that...