Sutured Claw
#3 of Septims
An old request
"Pasha!" Oleed shouted as he walked into the arcane laboratory.
Pasha, a female Argonian, didn't even bother to look up at the male Argonian. She sighed.
"Oleed, how did you get in here?" "A few septims convinced the apprentice to let me by for I am a wealthy and fortunate man. A wealthy, fortunate, and _handsome_man."
"You won't buy my favor with your septims."
"Buy your favor?" Oleed echoed in an offended tone. "I would never even consider it! No, I will earn your love as any true suitor would--through your heart! Just tell me what you most desire, and what I must do--"
"Leave."
Oleed blinked. "Why so cruel, my love? Why do you deny your true feelings for me?"
"True feelings?" The female Argonian turned towards the male. "Would you really like to know them?"
Oleed nodded eagerly.
"You're a twit, a brainless embarrassment to our race! While I further our world's knowledge of magic, you waste your time wooing someone who isn't the least bit interested in you--me! You're a horny slackjaw that cannot grasp the basis of interpersonal relationships!"
"Interpersonal relations?" Oleed said with a chuckle. "It's funny you mention that. I'm an elegant speaker, a master of conversation stratagem. It was with these skills I was able to lower the price of something so valuable that--"
"NO!" Pasha shrieked. "I don't want to see it! First it was the Amulet of Mara! Then a wedding band, as if tradition would mean something more when I couldn't care less. Your last gift was revealing robes that I could not rightly wear here! Whatever you brought, my answer will the same as it will always be: NO!"
"Really?" Oleed said, nonplussed by her outburst. "Even to...this?" Oleed procured something from his pouch: a dragon's foreclaw, skin and scales still attached. Though this was not too alarming in it of itself, Pasha could sense power within the claw--greater magical power that she very much hungered for.
"Let me see that!" she shouted, lunging forward.
"No," Oleed said, smiling slyly as he pocketed the claw.
"Oleed," Pasha said sternly. "You don't understand what that could be. It should not be in your possession, but a mage's! Let me have it!"
"Of course," Oleed replied. "But only if you meet me at the dragon lair due east at the sun's set. If only you give me a chance, I shall relinquish the claw."
"I--" Pasha ground her sharp teeth together as she thought about the solution. A sudden thought struck her and her demeanor improved. "Ok, fine."
"Well then, my love," Oleed gloated. "It's a date."
At sunset that day, Oleed waited nervously at the dragon lair. He was not nervous because of his proximity to the shrine, for the dragon that usually occupied it had vanished months ago. No, he was nervous because he had finally got Pasha to give in to his constant flirtatious pestering.
He looked down at the claw, the key to his success. On a trip to Riften, he had come across a cheese-smelling man who had offered him a variety of strange wares for trade. Among them had been the claw, which the cheesy man had said was imbued with the power of a dragon who had been the only among its kind to venerate the Daedric Lord Sheogorath. He also had said that breaking the flesh-covered claw would grant Oleed the intercourse with the member of his same species that he so dearly desired. Though the words lacked the how and why that would happen, it was enough for Oleed to nearly offer anything for the claw, but the cheesy man had given it to him for nothing, citing that its cost was "the price of chaos." Oleed had taken the claw happily enough and form there had begun to devise a plan to get Pasha alone and all to himself.
"Oleed!"
Oleed looked up eagerly at the mention of his name and the sound of Pasha's voice. Due to the lair laying at the base of a snow covered hill, he looked upwards until his gaze fell upon Pasha and, surprisingly, those who accompanied her: three male Nord guards armed with sword and shield and a male Breton higher up the hill who carried a bow. Currently the guard archer trained his weapon on Oleed.
"Oleed," Pasha said again as she walked up to him, guards following closely behind. "I'm here."
"But not alone!" Oleed wailed. "Pasha, what is the meaning of this betrayal?"
"The meaning of this is that you are under arrest," the most senior guard said, stepping forward. "Blackmailing this mage to come here by virtue of theft is not in compliance with our laws."
"Theft? I would never steal from her, except her heart! She lies!" "The courts will decide that. Now hand over the claw."
"No!"
At this protest, Pasha lunged forward and grabbed at the claw. Oleed pulled back with both hands. The two Argonians were at a standstill until the senior guard joined in the struggle. Though a regular dragon claw would not have broken so easily, the unequally opposing forces activated the enchantment inside, allowing it to be torn in twain. Oleed fell onto his rear as the claw broke, while the senior guard caught Pasha.
The claw's breaking had other consequences, however, as a multicolored cloud of energy emerged from the two halves. Oleed stared in awe and then shrieked and help up his arms as the energy rushed into him. For a moment his body was suffused with a multicolored glow; then, it absorbed it. After nothing more happened, she stared at the broken claw, wondering what had just occurred.
"Oleed! Are you feeling well?"
"Yeah," Oleed replied, smiling despite the female Argonian's previous accusations. It was the first time she had ever shed any concern towards him. "I'm just fi--"
Oleed gagged as he felt a sudden pain in his stomach as organs internally began to shift. Then the same pain exploded in his arms, his legs, his chest, and finally within his head where it hurt the worst. He kept his eyes open for long enough to see his scales shimmered with the same multicolored energy again. When the pain became too much to bear, he shut his eyes and grabbed his cranium with his hands as the pain only grew more intense. He groaned as he felt his body put on mass, shrieked when his arms grew heavier while his bones shifted into a configuration and became lighter, and sobbed as his entire body lengthened and stretched. The pain became so great that Oleed became numb to every other sensation even as his tail lengthened and grew and his mouth shifted into a cavernous maw, among other changes. When after an eternity the pain came to an end, Oleed opened his eyes to find that his view had shifted upwards. He was looking upon Pasha and the guards from high, and they stared back at him with expressions of horror. Confused, Oleed looked down at his body and saw a great scaled chest, two expansive wing arms, giant taloned feet, and a tail much thicker and bigger than his old one. He felt a new fire in his throat and great power waiting within his body. Just as Oleed realized what he had become, the senior guard pointed at him and shouted:
"Dragon!"
Frightened, the Breton archer at the top of hill fired his bow at Oleed. The arrow merely bounced off Oleed's scales, but it made him instinctively unleash his breath weapon upon the closest threats: Pasha and the sword bearing guards. The flames, imbued with the claw's power this once, emerged from Oleed's mouth in a multicolored hue. The former Argonian instantly regretted his action as Pasha and the guards were engulfed in flames, for he did not mean to harm Pasha. He quickly changed his mind when he remembered that she had been about to get him arrest, so he relished the cries of surprise and terror from his victims. Strangely, Pasha and the guards were not burned by the flames, though they fell and writhed upon the ground as if they were.
Oleed watched with interest as scales began to cover the senior guard's body, replacing his skin and hair. This change happened to the other two guards, though Pasha was not changing as of yet. The senior guard got to his knees and tore off his helmet just in time for his head to shift into a familiar muzzle--an Argonian muzzle! Next, the senior guard tore off his leather armor and breeches. Down to his underwear, Oleed could see the once Nordic guard was essentially an Argonian. Cloth shoes gave way to clawed feet and then a long tail grew out of the base of the man's spine. The prominent bulge in the man's underwear grew less so while the flesh underneath the man's nipples began to gather into the buds of breasts. Oleed ogled the burgeoning breasts until they stopped growing at D-cup sized. The senior guard's hips widened, causing the now ill-fitting underwear to slip, revealing the lips of a vagina. The now female Argonian groped her large breasts while the last of changes occurred, as her body grew sleeker and more muscular than it had been before. Oleed shifted his gaze to the other two guards and found that they too were busty female Argonians with fit and muscular bodies. He looked over to Oleed and saw that she had divested herself of her mage attire, letting him see her naked for the first time. The dragon was surprised that her breasts had enlarged and her body had also altered into a more athletic format. Unlike the other Argonians, she was not focused on her breasts or sex, but the Breton archer who stood upon the hill gazing with fright at the spectacle below.
"Sisters!" she shouted in a sultry voice as she pointed towards the Breton. "Look!"
The three other female Argonians turned their attention to the Breton and then suddenly all four ran at him. The archer realized too late what was going to happen. Though he tried to flee, the three former Nords pinned him down while Pasha began to remove his clothes.
"Sister!" Pasha said, removing the man's underwear and exposing his erect manhood. "Who said you could have one of these?"
The Breton moaned with pleasure as Pasha began to play with it. On the cusp of release, he did not even notice as it began to shrink and pull into his crotch. Scales covered the Breton while he continued to be pleasured and a tail curled outwards onto the snow. His cries grew louder and louder as the changes progressed and his human head contorted into an Argonian cranium. By the time his body was completely covered in scales, Pasha was no longer caressing a penis, but a clit. The new female didn't even notice her new sex as two of the female Argonians relinquished their grip and moved their hands to tweak her nipples. The nipples moved upwards as the flesh underneath them assembled into sensitive orbs. When she finally climaxed, the former Breton was now a big breasted female Argonian like the others.
Despite the amount of naked females arrayed before him, especially Pasha, Oleed did not feel aroused at all. As an Argonian he would have been hounding after them even after what they had done to the Breton. As a dragon, however, he felt nothing. Somehow, it did not feel quite right. After all, he still had his mind, the same brain that had lusted after Pasha for so long.
The flapping of wings and the sound of something large landing behind him interrupted Oleed's thoughts. He turned around and found himself staring into the eyes of a much larger dragon, a dragon that was missing one of his claws on his wing arm. Oleed gaped, forgetting for a moment that he too was a dragon.
"Hmm," the large dragon said, surveying the scene. "An interesting outcome."
Though Oleed did not lust for the female Argonians, the sight of the large dragon did make him feel a warm ache of lust within his loins. He glanced downwards, too his genital slit. Not too knowledgeable of draconic anatomy he couldn't tell if--no, it couldn't be, he couldn't be--
"Hello there," the large dragon murmured, glancing down at Oleed. "You're quite the pretty little thing, aren't you?"
Oleed whimpered as the dragon edged close. Despite his mind's protest, the heat within his loins only grew.
"Ladies!" the dragon called to the Argonians. At his voice, they turned to him as though completely subservient. "Make sure I am not disturbed while I enjoy my time with my new, hmm, female."
Oleed shrank away even as her pussy slickened and wept with need.
"Thank Sheogorath," the dragon crowed. "I am going to enjoy this."
In the end, Oleed did get what the cheesy man had promised the claw would do for her, though not how she had would have thought.