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There are those who've questioned why the Drow Ranger has dark blue skin. Drow heritage? Skin paint? Tattoos? No, it's the outer sign of her innate power over frost, though rarely is her secret seen. On the night of the thirteenth full moon, she reveals her inner form.

She stands within a secret grove, dusky skin bathed in silver moonlight. She begins to sweat, to breathe heavily. Her full breasts begin to heave in the cups of her armor. She pulls back her hood. Her ice-white hair sticks to her scalp; sweat clumps her long fine locks together.

Upon her heaving chest, her breasts swell so very slightly. They push the cups of her armor to their fullest. She traces their bulging, soft surfaces with her fingertips. They begin to overflow their containers, forcing her hardening nipples to shift and rub against the padding. She shudders. They're so stiff and aroused, straining tight against her armor. Her already deep cleavage grows deeper and tighter as the cups smush her growing breasts together. She unhooks the belts and clasps that hold her armored brassiere in place. She won't rush to undress, but Traxex knows that she'll soon shed her armor--and more.

Half the pleasure of this annual event is feeling her limits strained against before they're overcome. The other half is carnal, sexual--tit, pussy and anal.

Her breasts grow a little further, more than the brassiere cups were ever designed for. Slowly, peeling away with sticky sweat, her brassiere falls off as it is pushed away by her growing, grand breasts. To the eyeless night, she revels in the unveiling of her tremendous dark nipples, each puffy sand dollar released, instantly swelling and erect.

She pulls back her shoulders and feels her back plate fall away. She pulls off her hood and cape and throws them on the ground. Her humongous firm breasts stand at attention on her body, and she feels more alive, proud and powerful than on any other night of the year.

The moonlight dances across her bare, sweaty chest. Pleasure twinges in her nipples. Her puss squeezes and flows. Her asshole winks between her generous asscheeks, erotically squeezed beneath her thong. She's considered leaving her underwear on during the transformation. Tonight, she decides she will. The anticipation of a messy transition crawls up her pussy like an electric shock. It bundles deep inside her ass.

She's quickly takes off the rest of her armor--boots, skirt and gauntlets. There is nothing left but her nudity and her panties. Slowly, with feline grace, she squats in the grove, spreading her legs far apart. Her pussy mound is barely covered by the damp lick of cloth she calls her underwear. White pubic hair is sneaking out around the edges.

She licks two fingers. Then she reaches into her thong and starts rubbing her clit and pussy lips with quick strokes. Masturbation is swift on this night. There's no imagination, no slow and tender stroking of her own body. She already knows what is coming; like a good fuck long desired, there's no need to prepare when she's already this horny.

Her gigantic breasts jiggle on her chest. Her flailing arm jills her off as hard and fast as she can manage. She clenches her jaw. It feels so good, so fucking good. She loves this moment, this trigger, this masturbation. Every time she fingers her pussy and asshole in solitude, it is an echo of this night. A manic grin begins to spread across her face. The moment is coming. The moment is almost here.

Her heaving chest seems to rise as it shakes, as if there is pressure inside. She can feel pressure everywhere. In her asshole, in her shoulderblades, in her breasts and skin and face and scalp and feet and hands. It is time.

Breaking the silence, she cries out. Traxex cums and squirts a slick of female ejaculate into her underwear. The orgasm explodes throughout her body, making her jerk and quiver.

She holds her hands like claws. Her back hunches over.

As she squats, her tailbone cracks and unfurls, pressing against her skin from within, gaining bulk. It swiftly grows, pushing down from her rump just beneath her hide. Trapped, the growing appendage slides down even as it swells, snaking between her buttocks.

She pulls her ass cheeks apart. The dark flower of her asshole can be seen edging around the slice of thong in her crack. She squeals with dark delight as the tip of her tail punches her sphincter from the inside. She urges the monster within to rip out of her thick horny ass. Then, in twisted anal glee, her asshole blooms open above her sticky pussy, and a scaled tail the color of her skin begins to emerge in a slimy procession between the bulbous cheeks of her gorgeous blue bottom. It's an ass-fuck and an ass-fucking, well-lubricated and thick. Her tight skin throbs with pleasure wherever it rubs against her tail. Her asshole is white-hot with buttfucking pleasure.

Sweat is running in rivulets over her body. The tail, trapped between her asscheeks and beneath a tight thong, begins to slide down and across the slick lips of her vagina. With arousing cracks and snaps, she squeezes another few inches of her inner beast out of her butthole and fills her thong with her wet dragon's tail. The tip snakes over her clit and up towards her belly. Her sphincter is stretched open wide while her fat tail stretches her thong to its limits, rubbing her whole pussy towards a sudden, second orgasm.

Inch after inch emerges in slippery bursts. She strokes her tail with dainty fingertips and shudders again. Tailplay is a part of the experience that she relishes during the brief time of its growth. Inch after inch, she is reborn through anal transformation. She squeezes her tail's bulk between her soft thighs and hugs it against her tight belly. Bit by bit, feet of tail erupt from her thick ass, buttfucking her and grinding her dribbling snatch. The tip of her tail slides up into the bottom of her cleavage, and she gasps from the sensation--arousal rockets through her body, and in two sudden jerks, she forces out another foot and a half out of her ass. Her tail thrusts between her tremendous soft breasts. She's never done this before, but she knows what she wants. She grabs her erect nipples with her hands and begins to tug rapidly, masturbating. Her tail rubs between her monstrous jiggling breasts, and the tip pokes up from her cleavage a couple of inches. She licks her thick lips. Impulsively, she bends her head down and sticks her tail in her mouth, bobbing her head and sucking violently at the dragon inside herself.

The pleasure spikes higher and higher. She's fucking herself in every way she can manage. Her asshole is a thin ring of anal delight stretched around her tail. Her puss is about to squirt a load all over hot, slimy scales. Her breasts are throbbing with pleasure, each nipple nearly exploding. Her tail is sensitive, throbbing as it fills her mouth. Her asshole has reached its absolute limit. Her underwear has practically been pulled down, becoming just a sling for her tail. The thickness of it has made the skin along her rump into a pale joke, a thin layer covering the real Traxex inside. She's on the edge, and she feels that it's time to let go. Time to hatch, slut beast. She strains to push the monster out of her butthole, forcing her tail to grow one last time.

With final thrusts, final sucks, and final tugs, she pops the tip of her tail out of her mouth, throws her head back and cries out. Her magnificent breasts throb, orgasms arcing through them like bolts of lightning. Her snatch is nearly squirting. Her tail is stiff. The anal pleasure and pressure are intense, almost painful as they eclipse the rest of her sexual energy--then release. Her tail erupts from her butt one last inch, her asshole explodes with a meaty rip, and she cums violently, the anal orgasm crashing through her body. She falls to her hands and knees, arms bending low with her breasts pooling on the ground, her cumming ass raising high. The skin splits up to the base of her tail with a meaty "wrapt" noise. Her tail jerks; her clit cums, and she blows a second load of female ejaculate from her pussy, drenching her grinding tail. It cums between her thighs, losing control, flailing. The thong snaps as her tail unfurls from between her legs and straightens instantly, launching her soaked panties through the moonlit air and slinging her fluid onto the floor of the grove.

With her pussy bare and dribbling, she screams with delight. Her shoulders slope forward; something swells and beats beneath the skin along her back. The tear which began with her tail races up towards the nape of her neck. With a wet schrip and the sound of flapping skin, her back splits like a chrysalis and two leathery wings explode into the moonlit air.

Flapping wildly, she pulls up onto her knees. She grabs the skin behind her elbow and digs in with gusto. In a long, sticky pull, she peels away the skin on her arm like a glove. Beneath, beautiful scales shimmer up to expanding ivory claws. The other arm follows with ease.

She throws her head back with gusto and arches her chest. She's heating up, and the skin on her chest is too hot, too tight. She's growing! Her breasts need to be bared. With her new claws, she punctures the skin above her tremendous, trembling titties--and with a horrible twanging rip, she begins pulling her skin open. Squeezing out instantly, fat and soft, her draconic breasts swell triumphantly to a final, unreal size, and as she sheds for the moon, the fresh tear travels down towards her vagina.

There is a sick crack in her face. Her manic grin grows wider. Impossibly wide. The splitting skin races up the front and rear of her throat. She grabs handfuls of her white hair with her claws, even as her face begins to deform like a mask. She tugs violently. The skin stretches. The thing inside her face cracks again as it begins to rapidly grow a muzzle, to change shape. Quickly, her skin begins to look like rubber wrapped around a beast. Behind her thinly stretched lips, there is a hint of massive fangs. She tugs again. Her human face is stretched out over an animal maw. Her eyes are closed. She's shuddering with anticipation, snarling low and monstrous. This is the Drow that must come out of her body once a year.

There is a final crack inside her head. Her pussy squirts again, wetting her thighs. It feels so good to come out. To break free. The anticipation almost hurts.

She yanks back on her hair a third time, and she roars triumphantly as her human lips split at their edges, jerking her human face back over the beast within. Instantly, her dragon's maw erupts from her torn human mouth, chattering violently. She reaches up with dragon's claws and hooks her human cheeks, then yanks again, flexing her dragon arms to rip her face apart. Her nose and brow burst like a rubber mask, and she pulls her skin back along her monstrous head, splitting it further and further, peeling away useless human Drow like a sock turned inside out. Her scalp splits over the crown of her head as her fully formed dragon-self worms its way out of her shedding humanity. Her dragon's face feels electric. Pulses of hot energy jump along her scales.

One final jerk, and the skin from her head pops off her draconic visage with a wet slurp and slides down her slender throat. Finally! She opens her golden yellow eyes and rips the collar of flesh open like a scarf made of tissue paper. The hot energy sweeps down over her body, building and rebuilding again, an erotic reward.

Her feet explode open, expanding claws. She stands and grows a full foot, shredding away the skin on her shoulders and flanks. She lets out a second roar, and then a third, as the crescendo of her rebirth explodes along her scales. She hooks the lips of her human pussy--white pubes sticky and wet--and she rips her horny snatch in two, pulling her lips back like thin curtains, unveiling her scaly pussy mound and fat dragon pussy lips. She grabs the skin on her thighs and tears everything off her strong legs and round ass, tossing aside the last glistening flaps of her dark blue flesh.

Finally, nude! With bared breasts and bare vagina, she feels monstrously erotic, animal, and powerful. She is the beast that hid inside her--the beast that fantasized but couldn't act. Now she can freely fuck men and women of her own choosing, without fear or shame.

Traxex the Dragoness feels the electric tension still within her; she squeezes her nipples on her humongous breasts. They stand high on her chest. She throws her dragon head back, and with a gout of brilliant frost breath, she roars her first draconic orgasm. Her vagina gushes a pint of fluid, soiling the sacred grove. Her monumental tits cum tight jets of ice cold milk into the silvery night from dark, erect nipples.

As her orgasm finishes, and the painful pleasure in her pussy dulls to a pleasant throb, Traxex begins to plan. She only has one night to work before she reverts, and there are so many beautiful people. Abandoning the remains of her humanity, she takes to wing and is gone.