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That was the cave she was looking for. In the dead of the night, the armored lady let out a satisfied sigh. Shining her torch over the rocky walls, she saw the many warnings written in blood and charcoal about the terrible dragon inside. In her many years of experience in dragon-slaying, she could tell from the warnings that it was, in fact, a rather unskilled dragon. The very fact there were so many of them was a clear indication that whoever wrote these lived long enough to do so. Truly terrifying dragons were noticeable by the lack of messages and high number of nearby disappearances. What she also noticed, however, were that some of these warnings were written with some weird wording, accompanied by unusually bad calligraphy. She didn't really know a lot about the draconic language, but she had a hunch, from reading so many fake documents, usually given to her as evidence that her target was a dragon in disguise, that the unorthodox grammar and the somewhat artsy but barely readable letters were the work of a dragon of some sort. Maybe the dragon itself had written it, trying to scare people away, she thought. Diana was a bounty hunter who was well known for her dragon-slaying skills, disposing of them quickly and cleanly. Her trusty sword and shield were so battle worn that one would think she had battled in at least two or three large scale wars; her sword reeked of blood and napalm, while her buckler, originally silver and clean as a mirror, was now an opaque brown. Her armor, full of scratches and with more than a few burn marks, shined brightly at the torchlight.

This time, her contract was a preventive measure; she had been hired by the elder of a nearby village to take down a dragon sighted in the nearby mountain. The dragon had yet to cause any real harm, but she and the elder agreed it would be only a matter of time until it decided to terrorize the village. She left the same day, during midnight, for the mountains. After a few tense hours of climbing in the darkness, she had finally found the dragon's lair. Adjusting her fault and slightly loosening her uncomfortably tight chest plate, the girl ventured further inside. There was a low, barely noticeable hum echoing through the cave walls. Her torch flickered, illuminating not nearly enough of the vast space between the walls. Soon, the cries of the various cicadas, lazily resting at the forest below the mountain, died down as she got deeper inside the dark cave. Her years of experience told her that she was about to reach the dragon. Walking slower now, she reached inside her pouch and took out a heart shaped pendant. That was her lucky charm, her secret technique, the reason she had yet to find herself defeated by the mighty dragons. It was a gift from her late father, and inside it, was a drawing of her parents, made by a very skilled artist. Behind the drawing were two messages, something that only she knew, written by her late parents: "We love you more than anything." Written by her mother in very familiar, round letters, which she had inherited from her, and "Never, under any circumstance, give up, no matter what happens." Written by her father. They were killed by a dragon that attacked her village when she was little. That is, obviously, the reason why she studied and mastered the art of dragon slaying.

Still walking slowly, she brought the pendant close to her mouth and gave it a warm kiss. Now filled with confidence, she once again looked forward with burning intention. What she saw was a vast amount of gold.

"Here we go." She cursed under her breath, distractedly putting her pendant back inside her diminutive pouch. The dragon was near, and she was fully aware of that. Raising her shield, she started slowly approaching the hoard, paying attention to her surroundings ready to fight at any moment. The hum was now alarmingly loud, and keeping her concentration was slowly becoming a difficult task. All of a sudden, she tripped and fell to the ground. Her pouch opened with the impact, and her pendant slid away into the darkness. Whatever it was that she had tripped on started moving with a slithering sound, and as she followed the shiny pendant with panicking eyes and a loud gasp, two red lights suddenly appeared in the darkness. She grabbed her torch and jumped away, realizing that he had just tripped on the tail of a sleeping dragon. The glowing red eyes of the now infuriated dragon moved swiftly as he reared back. She knew that move all too well. A massive fire lit up the place as the dragon expelled it indiscriminately. She could clearly see its large, scary form, covered with sharp, blue scales, with yellowish softer scales on his underside, standing on four menacing legs, with huge, leathery blue wings. His pointy head and spiky tail were clear signs that it was a recently matured dragon, and he stood at least two or three meters above the woman. What Diana didn't know, however, despite her incredible knowledge in dragon-slaying, what that the blue dragon mating season had just started. She once met a biologist who offered to teach a lot of useful information about dragon behavior and habitats, but she refused under claims that she hated dragons too much to waste time learning about them. Offended, the biologist told her that her ignorance would cost her someday. She shrugged it off, unaware of the frightening truth in his prediction. Easily dodging the incoming fire, she ran towards the dragon, knowing that it would have trouble hitting her from above inside the cave.

"I'll make this quick." She said, almost jokingly, as she slashed its chest. The dragon flinched back and tried to claw at her, but she narrowly dodged the swipe and cut open its front leg. The dragon let out a desperate roar as blood poured out from its wounds.

"Just as I thought, you've not very good at this, are you?" Diana said, mocking the panicked creature. It looked back at her and gave her a fierce stare, as if thoroughly examining her. It then reared back once more.

"Stupid be-"She was interrupted as she fell to the ground. The dragon faked out its flame breath so she could run to either side and he could trip her once again with a tail slap. "Clever" she thought to herself as the dragon turned around to face her. Her torch rolled under the dragon. It was then that she saw it. A large, red, and pointy appendage coming out from the dragon's crotch; it was violently throbbing and dripping something white. She was stunned for the single moment it took her to realize she was currently staring at a dragon's penis, and the dragon took that single moment to jump over her and keep her on the ground with a clawed, heavy foot. Drooling with unbearable lust, the dragon sent her sword flying away with a strong tail slap and tried to remove her armor. Diana, struggling to free herself from his weight, watched in terror as he forced her armor out with brute strength.

"LET ME GO!" She screamed as it, still firmly grasping her, lifted her up and turned her around. The male dragon rammed his cock inside her without further ado. He finally released his grasp, but the woman could do nothing but moan in inhuman pleasure as his meaty dick penetrated her. Now mounting the woman, the dragon repeatedly humped her, with low huffs of pleasure and his large reptilian tongue sticking out, dripping lust and saliva. Diana moaned louder and louder as the dragon started picking up the pace. His dick pleasured her in ways no man could ever hope to do, despite barely fitting inside her. She felt as if her vagina was getting slightly larger and he was going further inside with each fierce thrust, but her mind was blank and she was unable to care. By the time he could fully insert his meat inside her, she was already a drooling mess, blurting bestial, demented moans as he dragon played with her insides. His thrusts started slowing down as he was reaching the climax, and with a mighty, deranged roar, he came extremely hard. The woman let out a wild scream as his warm semen hit her uterus with draconic strength. The dragon un-mounted her and gave her face a lick, while she was lying down on a puddle of serpentine spooge, then went back to sleep. The woman, with warm cum still dripping from her quivering, violated vagina, just hugged her knees in a fetal position and passed out.

She woke up lying right next to the blue dragon, under his wings. She released a loud gasp as soon as she realized what had just happened and quickly got up, hiding her naked chest and crotch. The cave was still incredibly dark, but she assumed it was already day time. The dragon, waking up with all the noise, turned his head around and simply stood there, patently observing her with calm red eyes. She gave him a terrified, traumatized look, opening her eyes so wide it seemed they could pop out at any moment. Noticing her fear, the dragon rested his head near her in submission, like a really big dog, and embraced her with his wing. Were not for the previous turn of events, even she would find it somewhat adorable. She wanted to just walk away, but surprisingly enough, she was having some difficulty not getting captivated by the humbled dragon. He even looked legitimately sad when she finally managed to turn around and start looking for her equipment. "At least he's not attacking me, at least I'm not dead." She thought over and over again, trying to forget what just happened and convince herself, stumbling around the pitch black cave. The dragon silently observed her as she wandered around in the dark, struggling to see anything. All of a sudden, things became slightly brighter and she could see a lot easier. Unbeknownst to her, her eyes had acquired a bright red color. She turned around towards the cave entrance, in full hopes that it was a rescue team, but the cave was completely silent, and she knew there was nobody who would come for her. Disappointed and confused at the suddenly clarity of her view, she finally saw her equipment, lying on top of the gold pile, sticking out like a sore thumb. She gave the dragon a quick look. He was still carefully watching her, resting his head on the ground. That moment, for the first time in her entire life, she couldn't hate a dragon. It looked almost mellow, just observing her, as if begging for love. She refused to acknowledge these thoughts and averted her gaze, heading for the hoard without looking back. Reaching it, she noticed her equipment was farther away than she previously thought, and she would have to actually climb the mount of countless coins and treasures to get it. As soon as she started climbing the hoard, however, she suddenly noticed the beauty of that gold. The shine of the glossy coins charmed her to no end. She felt an indescribable, immense joy just looking at all the brightly shining gold. It was only when she scooped some coins in her hand that she remembered she was never really the greedy kind. The realization was enough to stop her and make her climb down from the pile. As she let them drip down from her hand, she slowly noticed the palm of her hand had a slightly yellow tint to it. It also looked drier, as if it was about to crack. Confused, she turned around. The dragon was now right behind her. Surprised, she fell backwards onto the hoard. The coins cushioned her fall, but she felt something wrong inside her. "What did you do?" She wanted to say, but only a garbled mess came from her mouth. The dragon answered telepathically:

"I really hope you like dragons." He said, with a terrible mocking tone and a smug grin. The message was in some cryptic, ancient language, but Diana was somehow able to completely understand it. Getting away from the dragon, she grabbed a piece of charcoal where she presumed her torch had been and tried to write on the ground. Discreet tears rolled down her cheeks when she could no longer write in her familiar calligraphy. Anything she tried to write came out in weird wording and strange letters. Then she finally realized it. She was no longer thinking in her usual language, but instead, in the ancient draconian language.

"It's mating season, you know. You're a perfect pair." He told her telepathically, staring at her from across the cave.

"What did you do to me?" She answered back, telepathically as well.

"I'm making you my wife, of course. We need to copulate again for the transformation to complete."

"Like hell I'd let you do it again." She said; ready to run for her life.

"That's what you think."

Naked and terrified, she started running towards the exit. Before she went far, uncontrollable lust took over body, and she was forced to stop. Her juices dripped down her leg, and clutching her stomach, she fell on all fours. She tried pleasuring herself on the spot, failing to think about anything but her carnal desires, but whatever small pleasure she could get from masturbation wasn't nearly enough. She wanted his dick inside her again, and she wanted it now.

As if answering her wished, that moment the dragon appeared behind her and once again, mounted her. She felt pleasure filling inch of her body as his massive cock entered her. With increasingly louder moans, she felt her vagina get slightly tighter. Her insides scrambled and reconfigured themselves, and soon her anus disappeared while her vagina became a functional cloaca. The entirety of her skin was slowly drying up and cracking into sharp, blue scales and soft, yellow scales. As she started gradually increasing in size, her scaled cloaca could accommodate more and more of the dragon's pointy penis. The end of her spine suddenly burst outwards into a scaly tail, and as it grew, spikes formed near its tip. Her tongue slid out as it grew too large to accommodate inside her current mouth. Her cheekbones and lower jaw painfully relocated themselves as her nose vanished and her upped jaw pushed itself outwards into a reptilian muzzle, while her teeth became increasingly sharper. Draconian thoughts started to take over her mind, and her human thoughts fought back in fear that she could become nothing but a beast. Sharp, black claws grew from her hands and feet. Her hair begun to fall out while pointy blue scales covered her head. Her ears got pushed inside her head into small holes. She could feel her insides change as she grew in size, with muscle spasm as they got reinforced with draconic strength, and her bones cracked and snapped with disgusting noises as they thickened and accommodated themselves to her new-found shape. She slowly lost control of her human thoughts, forgetting all about her past her hate for dragons. Even the reason she originally went inside the cave; as her entire body changed into a monstrosity, in her head, the reason she even ventured inside the cave was for reproductive purposes. Leathery blue wings burst out from her back, and her breasts slowly vanished in her plated chest. Giving the woman a satisfied look, the dragon grabbed her sides as she was now big enough to support his weight and started intensifying his humps. She released small puffs of fire with every fierce hump as her scaly neck elongated itself. Drooling in pleasure, she was now completely a dragon, incapable of any human thought, and instead very satisfied that she found a pair for mating season. The male dragon once again let out a majestic roar as he ejaculated inside her, but this time she let out a roar of her own as his hot cum filled her recently adapted insides. She could feel something form up inside her. The male dragon retracted his cock and stood there in a pleased daze. Being a young dragon, he had never fucked another dragon, and the sensation of sticking his dick inside an appropriately shaped cloaca was even better than he had previously imagined. The dragon lady left him, walking further inside the cave, where there were still marks from their illicit activities the previous night, and with a particularly horny look to her face, she sat down and struggled as a large egg forcefully slid out from her. Her newfound husband gave her an approving, satisfied look and there they stood, simply appreciating each other.

Diana lived on as a dragon, surviving with her loving husband and getting rid of the occasional bounty hunters sent to kill the couple. She now had someone that would come for her, she had found a place. That was the cave she was looking for.