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Nyxillis the master thief knocked on the wooden door thrice and then kicked the bottom twice. A shutter in the door opened, a single squinted eye staring from it.

"The peacock?" the eye's owner asked.

Nyx shook his head. "No, the hen."

The shutter closed. Nyx tapped his feet impatiently as he heard someone working on the other side to unlock the complex mechanisms that kept the door shut. The master thief had considered dealing with the locks himself, but it was more fun to guess the password.

A few seconds later, the door came open with a groan. The man holding the door motioned for Nyx to come inside. Nyx stepped into the den of thieves, cloak swirling as the door slammed behind him. He put his hands on his hips as he surveyed those around him. There were plenty of his ilk here tonight, mostly petty burglars that didn't even come close to matching his reputation but these were not who he was looking for. Instead, he set his sights on those that might have jobs for thieves like him and they were easy to identify because of their dress and the fact that many thieves clustered around them, asking what they wanted stolen and for how much. Nyx chose one contractor he knew by name and face, Hedley.

"Hedley," he said, approaching the man and taking a seat by him. "What do you have tonight?"

The thieves around Hedley departed, retreating to dark corners of the room where they could whisper about Nyx without being quite heard. Hedley sighed when he saw Nyx but still managed to put on a smile.

"Ahoy there, Nyx," Hedley replied. He pushed a drink towards Nyx. "I've got quite a few contracts lined up but..."

Nyx raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"It's just..." Hedley shrugged. "The Princess of Aerimea is visiting this week and it's rumored she's brought the Ruby of Aerimea with her, a beautiful jewel the size of a man's fist."

"Aerimea?" Nyx snorted. "That tiny kingdom? The Ruby can't be worth much. I doubt it's bigger than your family jewels."

Hedley's smile almost dropped at this comment, but he merely nodded and scratched his head.

"Fine, then the watchmen have been extorting a bit here and there and they've built up a big repository of bribes and lucre. Many would like to see that money taken back and rightfully redistributed."

"I don't do charity work, Hedley."

"I understand, I understand. Well, have you heard of Pazuman?"

Nyx shook his head.

"Ah, then this might interest you. He's an inventor from the west and he claims he's made a lock none of us would be able to break. Non-magical too! The reward is a small fortune--"

"I have many fortunes," Nyx said with a sneer. "Why are you wasting my time? Surely you have something worthy of my magnificent capabilities."

Hedley raised up his hands. "That's what I got, Nyx."

Nyx scoffed and stalked away from the man. He looked around to the other contractors and considered speaking to them. He quickly decided it was a waste of time. There was nothing here for him, only petty jobs of the like only a novice would take. He set his path upon the exit. Just as he reached the door, he felt a tugging on his cloak. He spun around, hand on the dagger by his side. Glancing about for whoever had touched him, his gaze fell upon a hooded creature crouched in the corner. He couldn't see its face from beneath his hood, but its bandaged hands told him enough about it.

"Don't touch me again, leper!" Nyx said. "It would bring me no happiness to end your pitiful life."

"Wait!" the creature croaked. "I have a proposition."

Nyx tilted his head. "I'll hear it."

"I am like this because of a curse inflicted upon me," the creature said. "A curse from Rathian. I have heard you have stolen from him before."

Nyx nodded.

"I can offer no payment--"

"Then you waste my time!"

"But I care not what you do with what you steal. Rathian has let of his mage friends borrow one of his artifacts. It resides here in the city now at the Chapel of Carth!"

Nyx folded his arms across his chest. "What artifact?"

"The Rose of Paradise."

Nyx's eyes widened. The Rose was worth much, more than what he already had tenfold. Still, he narrowed his eyes at the leper.

"And you want none of what I may garner from the sale of such a thing?"

The leper shook its hooded head. "No. All I desire is revenge. He took something priceless from me, so I shall take something priceless from him. It is not an equal exchange, but I think it will hurt him."

"And benefit me," Nyx mused. "Yes, yes. I think I will steal this Rose, leper. I thank you for your help. You may rest assured that your vengeance will be carried out and I will be much the richer for it! Think of it as already taken."

"Perfect," the leper wheezed. "I thank you. I do not think any other here could do as I ask. Without your services I might never have had reprisal."

"You're right about that," Nyx said, raising his voice for the next few words. "The lot around here is pathetic, petty novices. None match me."

With this, Nyx twirled his cape and left the den of thieves.

An hour later, Nyx sat atop the roof of the Chapel of Carth. He had spent a little time confirming what the leper had said and then had spent the rest retrieving some supplies and traveling to the Chapel. It hadn't taken much effort to avoid the zealous warriors that patrolled the holy site, for they seldom lifted their gaze up. Apparently the most devout of them guarded the Rose itself, but Nyx didn't worry. He was a master thief, after all, and had plenty of tools at his disposal.

Nyx snuck across the rooftop until he came to the tall spire of the chapel. He climbed up its height with the aid of his jumping boots and the balconies that were intermittently placed higher and higher up. He climbed up halfway before drinking a stamina potion and then continuing up. Finally, he reached the top, sweating a little bit but exhilarated. He climbed up and over the highest balcony's railings and crouched as he peered through a stained glass window to the inside. A singular heavily armored zealot stood with his back to Nyx, his hand resting on a heavy sword that was pointed to the ground. Nyx reached in his bag and procured a small tablet. He popped it into his mouth and chewed, wincing at the taste and the feeling of lightness it brought him. The thief stood up and snuck towards the window. Still chewing the tablet, he stepped through the window and into the small room. He spit out the tablet at the zealot. It clinked off the holy warrior's armor, causing him to turn around.

"Hey!" he growled, lifting his heavy sword.

By the time the zealot had readied his weapon, Nyx had taken out something else from his bag, a dart. He threw it at the zealot. It lodged in between the space between his armor. The zealot's movements immediately became stiff and clumsy. He dropped the sword and fell to his knees before keeling over, audibly snoring a few moments later. Nyx smiled and stepped over the sleeping warrior. Now that the big brute was out of the way, he had clear line of sight to what the zealot had been guarding: an iridescent rose encased in glass that sat on a small pillar.

Nyx reached into his bag and took out glasses with lenses of amber. He put them on and squinted. A purple aura surrounded the rose, indicating a magical trap of some kind. Whether it was an alarm or something harmful, Nyx didn't intend to find out. He put on a pair of rough gloves flecked with orange stones. He took a step towards the rose and reached with the gloves. When nothing happened, his smile grew deeper as he removed the glass. He reached for the rose, already imagining the riches he might reap from its selling and all at nearly one hundred percent profit!

As Nyx touched the rose, it dematerialized, fading away into nothingness. He blinked uncomprehendingly. Then he heard the scuffle of robes behind him. He spun around and saw a robed figured crouched in front of the window he had stepped through. In its bandaged hands it held the rose.

Nyx frowned and took off his glasses. Without them on, he was still seeing the same thing--the leper he had spoken to not even more than an hour ago about stealing the rose and now it had the rose.

"Leper," Nyx said. "How did--"

The leper stuffed the rose inside its pocket and rose to its feet. It threw back its head, revealing a clean and healthy familiar face.

"Rathian!" Nyx gasped. He had never met the mage face to face, but he had seen it from a distance twice before, both times before he had stolen something away.

"It is I," Rathian said, nodding.

"You had me steal your own rose?"

Rathian guffawed. "Of course not. I had you walk into a trap. I know you, thief. Your reputation does you disservice as does your arrogance."

Nyx looked furtively around the room. When he saw no immediate escape, he quickly tossed a readied dagger at the mage. Rathian raised his hand, the weapon stopping in the air before it even had a chance to hurt him.

"You won't get away," Rathian said. "Not this time. You've stolen from me enough. Twice is two times too many. Did you really think you'd get a third opportunity?"

"Yes," Nyx said, backing up and reaching into his bag. "I am a master thief. I've stolen from a single king a hundred times. You are no different."

"Master thief?" Rathian scoffed. He pointed a finger at Nyx's searching hand and it froze. "Not after I'm through with you."

Nyx struggled to move his immobilized hand, but it was all for nothing. In fact, the immobilization began to spread up his hand and to his arm and then to his shoulder and so on. He fell to the ground, twitching while Rathian nonchalantly walked up to him. The last sight the thief was privy to before losing consciousness was Rathian kneeling down and grabbing him by the shoulder.

Nyx awoke sometime later to the feeling of many hands grasping and pulling at him. He forced his heavy eyes open and slowly twisted his head around. He was lying on marble floor and there were three humanoids standing over him, bent down as they tugged at his vestments. He blinked. Those standing over him were female humanoid dragons of different scale coloration. One had white scales, another gold, and the last one black. They wore skimpy, lacy maid outfits that showed off their cleavage and bound their wings together. Each dragoness's dress was a bit different, with the white's outfit sparkling with an icy blue hue, the gold's possessed a solemn silver glow, and the black's fabrics pulsed with a venomous green. The black dragoness was the biggest and bustiest of the three while the white dragoness was petite yet still well endowed with the gold having the most average attributes of them all. At any other time Nyx might have enjoyed staring at their feminine forms, but at the moment the dragonesses were undressing him. The only reason this bothered him was that he knew he had been captured by Rathian so this must be their minions and also because they were taking things quite valuable from him.

"Hey!" Nyx yelled as the white dragoness took his bag from him. He turned over on his side and slumped, helpless as the black dragoness snatched the dagger from his side. "Give that back!"

The gold dragoness giggled as she unclasped the cloak from around his shoulders, giving a twirl before throwing it to the side.

"That's my favorite cape! Give it back you--mmph!"

An invisible force closed Nyx's lips and kept his legs and feet stuck to the floor.

"No need to be rude," Rathian said, stepping into view. He wore elegant brown robes now instead of the dark rags from before when he had played at being a leper. At the sight of him, the three dragonesses turned their heads and squealed in unison: "Master!"

"Keep up the work, girls," Rathian said, pointing at Nyx. "Get rid of this man's clothes."

"Mmph!"

The dragonesses happily set back to work tearing away Nyx's clothes at a faster rate than before. They tore away his boots, gloves and overcoat then threw off his pants and waistcoat off with aplomb. Left in just his underclothes, Nyx felt equal parts ashamed and angry. When the dragonesses pulled at his underwear, he couldn't help getting a little aroused. This showed when his underwear was completely off and his genitals were exposed to the air. Afterwards his undershirt was taken off, leaving him totally naked.

"Back away, girls," Rathian said. The dragonesses complied, stepping away from the naked thief. The mage approached Nyx. He pointed a finger at the ground walked around the man in a circular fashion. Where his finger pointed a red line formed so that once he had completely finished his rotation around the man a crimson circle was formed. He checked over his work once before taking a step back and considering the thief.

"I do thank you for you granting me revenge," Rathian said. "Though I'm sure you'll see it as something sweeter eventually: a new beginning for a wretched parasite. You cost me much but you'll repay those debt eventually."

"Mmph!"

"Struggle as much you like. It won't make a difference." Rathian scratched his chin. "Maybe it does. You are fiery." He nodded. "Yes...red will suit you."

The mage reached into his robes and took out a vial of red, bubbling liquid. Nyx's eyes widened at the sight of it.

"MMMPH!"

Rathian raised the vial high.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you," the mage snickered. He shook the vial lightly. "I would ask if you knew what this was but I already know you don't. So! In this container is the essence of a red dragon, essence I stole from its owner. Where do you think I got that idea? The theft part, I mean?"

Nyx glared at Rathian.

"You inspired me to steal the essences of many dragons of varying colors and shapes and do you know why?" Rathian chuckled. "I stole so that I may have my vengeance. When you first took from me I wanted to kill you, but you evaded me. When you stole a second time, I realized I could come up with a more fitting punishment. I decided long ago that one day you would serve me." The mage grimaced. "You did manage to evade me for a long time. I meant to turn you first. At least your soon to be sisters helped me perfect the process. Now though...now I have you."

The mage smiled then casually tossed the vial onto the ground. It shattered and burst into flames. The fire lit along the lines the mage had drawn. For a second, Nyx was merely surrounded by the flames. Then an inferno burst from the ground. These flames did not consume Nyx but clung to him, changing him as it caressed him. In the fires, Nyx's hair seared away while his pale, naked flesh bubbled and reddened into tough crimson scales. Released from the mage's binding magic, Nyx writhed and scrabbled at the ground with digits that extended into short black talons. His face rubbed against the cool floor, pushing out in a draconic muzzle as his ears melted into the side of his cranium. Smoke poured out of the slitted nostrils his nose had once been. He groaned, human teeth falling out while sharper ones grew in and his tongue grew long and forked. Muscle and mass shed from his body, causing him to shorten and shrink overall. At the same time, a tail pushed itself out of his back while wings sprouted from his narrowing shoulders. His hips cracked wider apart and his waist pushed inwards. He tried to crawl away from the flames, but it was difficult to move on his now digitigrades legs, his clawed feet digging and scraping against the ground. He rolled over on his elbows and knees, huffing and puffing as his chest swelled, heavier but softer scaled flesh puffing out into a pert pair of breasts.

Suddenly the flame lashed out at his groin. Nyx squeaked as his genitals retreated into his crotch with a wet slurp, the emptiness below quickly flowering into womanhood. Nyx blinked his eyes, pupils shifting into golden reptilian slits. Finally, her rear plumped out and the changes were complete.

Exhausted from the transformation, Nyx fell to the floor. This turned out to be a poor choice for her new breasts squished uncomfortably against the ground and her sensitive nipples didn't appreciate the cold surface. So, she sat up and nearly fell over again so unused was she to the new weight on her chest as well as her tail and wings. Still, she remained upright by gripping onto the ground with her clawed hands. In this position, she stared down at her chest, her eyes widening at the sight of her firm and supple breasts, her scaled skin, the bit of her muzzle that was always somewhat visible, and finally the scaled cleft that lay in between her legs instead of the male equipment that had once rested there. Nyx lifted a clawed hand and felt her reptilian snout. She couldn't believe her eyes. She was--she had a--

Nyx yelped as she felt something burn the right side of her rear. She looked over her shoulder and saw she had been marked as a small purple rune carved itself onto her right butt cheek--the mark of Rathian. She looked up from her rear into the eyes of the mage.

"You--" Nyx began, stopping when she heard her voice. It was sweet and feminine and not very threatening. She grabbed at her throat, feeling that her Adam's apple was gone. "You--I--"

"I did to you what I've done to some other meddlesome individuals," Rathian said. "I've repurposed you into something more useful. No longer will you leech off of honest society. You will serve me now." Rathian turned his head. "Girls, why don't you meet your new sister?"

Nyx followed Rathian's gaze to the three dragon girls from before. They stood smiling down at Nyx.

"Oh!" the gold pouted. "She's got bigger boobs than me!"

"She's so cute!" the white squeaked. "She's almost as small as me!"

"Humph," the black dragoness grunted, arms folded up to her chest to push up her breasts. "I think I'll still be the master's favorite."

"Girls," Rathian said, smiling softly. "Why don't you introduce yourselves?"

"Of course, master!" the white said, jumping up and down happily. "I'm Rime!"

The gold curtsied. "I'm Finna."

"I'm Sull," the black dragoness said. "Master's favorite."

Rathian laughed. "Thank you, girls. This is your new sister, Nixxie."

"NO!" Nyx squealed, getting to her feet. She shook a little, unused to her digitigrade stance. Her own wobbling breasts mesmerized her for a moment before she returned her attention to Rathian. She pointed a clawed finger at him. "I'm not your bitch!"

"Oh?" Rathian raised an eyebrow. "I don't condone that sort of language from one of my servants, Nixxie."

"I'm not one of your servants either!" Nyx protested. "I'm a master thief!"

She glanced around and grabbed her discarded pants. She pulled them up and folded her arms over her breasts. She stared at Rathian defiantly at least until her pants, which were too loose for her widened hips fell to the floor. She let out an "eep" and grabbed at them, but it was too late. Her nethers were exposed again and so were her breasts.

Rathian chuckled. "Girls, why don't you get your sister her proper clothes?"

"No!" Nyx yelped, pulling her pants up with one hand. Next she picked up her undershirt and tried to get it on. Her wings made such a task impossible, leading her to rip her shirt apart on them. While this happened, her pants fell again. Already permanently red faced, Nyx still felt her face grow hot in embarrassment.

"Damn it!" she swore.

"Nixxie!" Rathian said sternly. "Language."

"My name isn't Nixxie!" Nix shrieked, taking a step towards the mage. She tripped over the pants around her clawed feet and fell. She caught herself on her hands and knees, glaring at her jiggling mammaries before transferring her hateful stare to the mage. "And I say whatever the hell I want to!"

Rathian shook his head. "Manners, manners." He looked up. "Oh, girls! Why don't you get her dressed?"

Before Nyx knew what was happening, the dragonesses surrounded her. Sull got her up on her feet while Finna lifted one of her legs. Nix stepped through something, raised the other legs, and then Rime pulled a pair of black panties up Nyx's waist. The red dragoness stared down at the feminine underwear in disbelief. It felt good to have something on, but the way it hugged her hips and nethers reminded her all to well that she was no longer male. The apparent flatness of her crotch didn't help either.

Nyx yelped in surprise when Sull squished their breasts together and then Rime did the same thing. The alien sensation of the soft flesh mashing together caused Nyx to shudder in pleasure.

"See?" Sull said, sticking her tongue out at Finna. "You're still the smallest. It's good I brought another size."

Sull held up a bra to Nyx. The red dragoness shook her head.

"Nixxie, sister, master doesn't like us naked unless we're in his bedroom," the black dragoness said. "Let's see how this fits."

Nyx tried to hold on to Sull, but the black-scaled dragoness was taller and stronger than her. If she had been her former self, she might've had a chance, but not now. Now Sull did as she pleased, finagling a bit with the bra until it fit to Nyx snug and comfortable. Nyx didn't like wearing this piece of feminine wear any more than the panties. At least her girls weren't jiggling around so much anymore.

Next Rime shook a maid dress in front of Nyx. It glowed orange with the embers of long dead fires. Nyx shook her head again at the sight of it. The bra and panties she could deal with, but the dress...the dress was too beautiful and unbefitting of her--

"No, no!" Nyx cried, clutching at her head. "I'm not a maid! I'm not a girl! Put that away!"

"Y-you don't like it?" Rime said, her eyes suddenly huge and liquid. "I sewed it just for you! Well--" she looked sheepishly around. "It was originally for me, but it's too big so I thought my sister--"

"I'm not your sister!" Nyx snapped, then turned to face Rathian. "And master, I'm not your--eep!"

Nyx grabbed her snout with both hands. Rathian smiled sardonically.

"You were going to say, Nixxie?" he chuckled.

"I'm not Nixxie! I'm Nixxie! No, I'm Nyx! Nyx!"

A mixture of emotions--shame, embarrassment, sadness, and a little bit outrage--washed over Nyx, causing her to burst into tears. As the tears rolled down her muzzle, Finna embraced Nyx, patting her lightly on the back.

"There, there, Nixxie," Finna whispered. "I was upset at first too."

Nyx sniffed and wiped her tears away. "What?"

"Yes, sister," Finna continued softly. "I was a brash bard who lied as well as I stole. I entertained master one night and stole away in the early morn with one of his prized possessions. He caught me and changed me. I was upset, so upset!" She glanced over to Sull. "My breasts were smaller than my sisters! I understand if you are envious of Rime and Sull, but we are all special in master's eyes. I sing for him! I sing at dinner and I sing for him in bed! What is your talent?"

Nyx pushed Finna away.

"It's not about the size of my tits!" Nyx sobbed, grabbing at her chest. "I'm upset because I have them in the first place! I'm upset because I'm not some dainty dragoness! I'm Nyxillis the master maid! NO! I'm Nixxie the master thief! No, no, no..."

Nyx fell to the ground sobbing. Sull growled and stepped forward, hauling the red dragoness to her feet.

"Why so rude, sister?" Sull said. "And so upset! You are a fiery one. Is it because you don't like competition? Don't worry, I can spread the love."

Sull leaned forward and pressed her muzzle to Nyx's. The surprised red's mouth was already open, leading to a full on kiss. Nyx sputtered at first, but it wasn't soon before they were both locked in. Sull's tongue flicked in Nyx's mouth while she reached toward Nyx's crotch. She slipped a talon under the red's underwear and gave Nyx a quick tweak. Nyx moaned and nearly collapsed from this new and wonderful sensation the caress gave her. Sull then pulled her head away and stepped back from the dazed dragoness.

"So naughty, Nixxie!" Rathian taunted. "Would you like to share the bed with me tonight?"

"Master!" Sull huffed. "It's my night!"

Nyx shook her head as she tried to clear her mind of the pleasure the intimate contact with Sull had brought. Despite her feelings a few moments ago, she found herself wanting more of that kind of attention. It felt so good...

"No, m--" Nyx cleared her throat. "No, you son of a bitch! I'm my own woman! I only sleep with men." Nyx blinked. "Men..."

"Why not both?" Sull asked with a wink.

Nyx hugged herself tightly, feeling suddenly vulnerable. All of this was wrong, so wrong. She didn't want to end up as Rathian's slutty servant, right? Why was that even a question?

Rime walked up to the shivering dragoness, maid dress still in hand. This time Nyx didn't care when Rime and Finna worked together to put it on the inconsolable girl. It actually felt good to be more covered, the lacey dress warm and comforting like a fireplace on a cold night. Even the straps at the back that bound her wings together only made her more secure even if they did restrict her flight. Insulated and clothed, Nyx's outlook improved.

"Like the uniform?" Rathian asked. "It looks good on you, Nixxie."

"N-no," Nyx stuttered, shaking her head. She then yawned, long tongue lolling out of her mouth as she exhaled a tired sigh. The red dragoness closed her mouth and blinked her eyes. The physical and mental toll of the transformation and conflict was starting to weigh the dragoness down.

"We'll see how you feel in the morning," Rathian said. "Why don't you get some rest, Nixxie? You too, girls. Except you, Sull--you're right; it's your night. But after tonight, the schedule is shifting. You have to give Nixxie here a chance."

"I will," Sull said. "But I wonder what she thinks about a threesome, hmm?"

Nyx shuddered at the thought, both because she found it repulsive and appealing at the same time. She yawned again and would have collapsed had Finna not caught her. Nyx mumbled something and pushed away from the gold dragoness, but Finna held onto her tightly. The last thing Nyx remembered before falling into unconsciousness was being thrown over Finna's shoulder to be carried elsewhere.

Bumps in the night returned Nyx to the realm of consciousness. She sat up in her bed, rubbing her eye for a moment as she wondered what the sound was as well as why her chest felt so funny. She looked down at her bountiful bosom, a sight clearly visible down the slightly glowing reddish-orange nightgown she wore. A fine silken blanket blocked the rest of the view of her body, but she could feel the palpable emptiness between her legs. She wondered how long it would take her to get used to it, to being a woman...and a dragoness too she supposed. She didn't intend to find out.

More bumps from above echoed through the air. She looked up and heard more than just bumps--also hisses and moans. She shook her head in disgust, knowing all too well what was going on up there.

Nyx looked around the rest of the room. There were three other beds similar to hers, but only two of them were filled with other sleeping dragonesses, Sull being the obvious missing candidate. Satisfied that the other dragonesses were actually asleep, Nyx rolled out of bed. Absentmindedly she made the bed while she thought about her plan of escape. She wanted to retrieve a weapon, of course, as well as some different clothes. If possible, she planned to recover her possessions too.

The red dragoness crept out of the room, walking slowly to ensure her claws did not click on the floor too much. When she was at the door, she opened it, stepped forward, and silently shut it behind her. To her right was a winding spiral staircase that led to many floors, upon one of which contained her master and Sull. To her left was a small stand with a lantern upon it. And in front of her was a tall glass door--a way out.

Nyx stared at the door. She could leave now without anything she had meant to take but also without the risk of being caught. The more she thought about it, the better the idea sounded. She had to get out of here now. The longer she stayed, the greater chance she would fall into her new role and new form and become as complacent as the other dragonesses. She wouldn't let master--she wouldn't let Rathian win. She was going to get out of here and have this spell be reversed one way or another. It couldn't be permanent, right?

Nyx grabbed the lantern and moved to the exit. She took a deep breath, opened the portal, and then stepped outside. It was definitely night. A full moon hung ominously in the dark sky for there were no stars shining tonight. A gust of wind blew past Nyx, making the dragoness shiver as she pulled her warm nightgown close to her. She closed the door behind her and stepped forward. Ahead of her was a forest filled with tall, looming trees. Nyx looked at the forest and wondered if this was the best idea. She was a master thief, not a ranger. She was used to the confines of the city, not the openness of the wilderness. Still, if it were what she had to do, she would do it.

The dragoness walked solemnly into the forest, keeping the lantern high and her eyes wide open. If she spotted anything dangerous, her best response would be to run and hide. She came to a sudden stop when she realized that would almost certainly get her lost. She shook her head and kept on moving.

For some time Nyx walked through the forest, only coming to a stop once again when she spotted a tree that looked awfully familiar. She squinted as she examined it. Hadn't she passed that one ten minutes ago? Now a little worried, she looked over her shoulder. All she could see was trees, more and more trees. She had no idea where she was.

Suddenly Nyx heard something stamp through the underbrush to her left. She turned her head and only saw a fleeting shape dart between trees. The dragoness let out an "eep" and held the lantern towards where she last saw movement.

"H-hello?" she stuttered, hating her sweet, weak tone. "Anyone out there?"

Nyx immediately regretted talking. She should be hiding, not giving away her position! Quickly she dropped the lantern and darted behind the closest tree. Hearing something move again, she peered around the tree but saw nothing. The dragoness held her breath as she waited, but in the new few moments she heard nothing.

Then something growled behind her. Nyx spun around and screamed. Standing in front of her was a werewolf, tall and muscular and most assuredly male. Nyx screamed again and ran.

The dragoness didn't get far. Nyx yelped when she felt strong paws on her tail. She sobbed when she was pulled back towards the werewolf and then pushed down.

"What's a scrumptious little thing like you doing out here all alone?" the werewolf said, ripping away at her nightgown with his claws. It came apart in pieces, leaving Nyx lying on the ground next to scraps of her torn clothing with only her bra and panties on.

Nyx squirmed as the werewolf placed both paws on her breasts, kneading the soft sensitive flesh for a few seconds before ripping off the cloth that enveloped them. He tweaked Nyx's nipples while he shoved his nose at her crotch, sniffing and pressing into her sex. With his canine mouth he gripped her panties and pulled her down, exposing her swollen sex.

"Oh ho ho!" The werewolf chortled. "You're ready, aren't you? "No!" Nyx yelled, futilely pushing away the werewolf. He laughed again and sat up, moving into a better position to make use of his member. Nyx stared at it in horror, unwilling to imagine being penetrated.

As the werewolf moved in on the dragoness, sudden fire welled up in her throat. Nyx opened her mouth and fire spit out, engulfing the werewolf in flames. He howled and stepped way, swatting at this alighted fur. Nyx crawled back and got to her feet. She gave the werewolf one last look and then ran. "BITCH!" she heard. "Come back here! You're mine, mine!"

Nyx sobbed.

"Help!" the dragoness screamed as she ran, her breasts bobbing and her wings flapping. "Help!

"Nixxie?" A new voice spoke from far away. "Nixxie, are you there?"

Still running, the dragoness looked around for the source of the new voice. She new it only could be one person and she wasn't sure she wanted his help...but really, what choice did she have?

"Stop running!" the werewolf growled. She looked over her shoulder and saw that he was loping not far behind.

"Help!" she called again. "Someone help!"

"Nixxie, I'm coming! Nixxie?"

The werewolf grabbed her, his claws digging painfully into her shoulder. She yelped as she was spun around. The werewolf's fur looking singed but he looked angrier than anything--angry and fearsome. Nyx quailed.

"Master!" she wailed. "Save me!"

"I'm here!" Rathian answered.

From seemingly out of nowhere the mage appeared, tall and handsome in the moon's light. The werewolf turned to him and growled. In response, the mage lifted his hand and a silver beam of light lanced towards the werewolf. The werewolf howled in great agony, let go of Nyx, and ran off with his tail between his legs. No longer held up, Nyx fell sobbing to the forest floor.

"It's ok, Nixxie," Rathian said, bending down and picking her up so that she was cradled in his arm. He stroked her face, wiping away her tears on his sleeve. "Shhh, it's ok. I've got you."

Nyx looked up to the mage's eyes and set off into a new round of tears. Rathian smiled down at her and muttered something. There was a flash of light and then they were elsewhere. With Nyx still in his arms, the mage stood before a luxurious bed upon which sat a naked and grumpy looking Sull. The black dragoness glared at Nyx.

"Running away, sister?" Sull said. "You ruined my fun!"

"Don't upset her further," Rathian said. "Just leave, Sull."

Sull's eyes widened in shock. "Master! It's my night!"

"I know, but this is an exception. Sleep downstairs tonight. You can join Finna and I tomorrow."

Sull narrowed her eyes at Rathian but nodded regardless. She picked up her discarded clothes on the floor and stalked out, tail raised high. As she left, Nyx saw that she too was branded on her rear.

Rathian walked up to the bed and laid Nyx on it. The dragoness clung to the warm bedding and began to shiver, not from cold but fright. Aware of her nakedness, she rolled onto her front and glanced over Rathian. When she saw that he was undressing, she began to shiver even more.

"Oh, Nixxie," he said. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm not going to force myself upon you like that brute nor am I going to even try anything with you tonight. Get under those covers and get some sleep. I'll join you soon."

Nyx quietly did as the mage commanded, slipping under the covers and resting her head against the pillow. She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep, but all she kept seeing was the werewolf standing before her. She whimpered and hugged the pillow closely.

"Shhh," she heard as she felt Rathian get into the bed next to her. He laid a hand on her stomach and pulled her close. In his grip Nyx began to relax a little. Rathian had saved her. He was looking out for her. He was her protector. He was her master.

With these thoughts in mind, Nyx drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Nyx awoke when Rathian sat up and climbed out of bed. She blinked back any remaining sleepiness as she watched the mage get dressed. For a mage, he wasn't quite that bad looking, not frail and weak like the majority seemed to be. In truth, Nyx thought he might even be a little handsome.

"Good morning, Nixxie," he said once fully dressed. He snapped his fingers and a set of clothes appeared in his arms. He laid them on the bed in front of Nyx. "Get dressed and then we can have breakfast with your sisters." He sniffed. "Smells like Finna's pancakes."

Nyx got out of bed, modestly covering herself as she sifted through the clothes. They were much the same as she had worn yesterday, a bra, panties, and her maid suit. This time though there were stockings too. Aware that Rathian was watching her, Nyx put on the bra and panties and stayed just like that for a moment, glad she was no longer naked. It took a little bit more will to actually grab the maid outfit. She looked at it and then to master.

"Go ahead, Nixxie," Rathian said. "You look wonderful in that."

Nyx gulped and then slowly put the maid outfit on. She even bound her own wings. Once she was dressed, she turned to the mage but kept her gaze on the ground.

"The stockings too, Nixxie," Rathian said.

Nyx nodded and put the lacey stocking on her legs. When she looked up to Rathian he smiled, which filled her with such joy.

"Come on now," Rathian said. "Let's go downstairs."

Nyx followed the mage out of his bedroom and down the stairs, stopping at the second floor. They entered a dining room where the other dragonesses sat. Nyx took her place by Rathian's side at the table's two empty places.

"Sull said you tried to run away last night," Rime said, her eyes wide and concerned. "Are you okay, sister?"

Nyx nodded and smiled, focusing more on the delicious stack of pancakes in front of her than Rime.

"She'd better be," Sull grumbled. "Master and I didn't even get to our third round."

"Let it go, Sull," Rathian said. "Why don't we eat?"

And so they ate. The breakfast was quite delicious. Along with the pancakes, Nyx also dined on bacon, peaches, and eggs. When all was consumed, Finna stood up and began collecting the plates.

"Did you like it?" Finna asked Nyx after taking her plate.

Nyx nodded.

"Good!"

Rathian abruptly stood, placing a hand on Nyx's shoulder.

"You have all been good to Nixxie so far, girls," Rathian said. "Still, she needs more of your help. Rime, would you train her today at the library?"

"Yes, master," the white-scaled dragoness replied.

"Very good. I will be back for dinner--have what you'd like for lunch, but not too much! I hear Finna is making steak today!"

"Good," Sull said. "My favorite."

Rathian gave the dragonesses a nod and then promptly vanished. Rime got up from her seat and motioned at Nyx.

"Come on, Nixxie!" she said. "Follow me!"

Nyx trailed after the shorter white dragoness, climbing the stairs a few levels until they ended up in vast room filled with shelf upon shelf of books. Rime pointed Nyx to the center of the room where an assortment of tomes lay on the table. They were all dusty and in need of some cleaning. Nyx made her way to the table before Rime moved, stopping when she heard the white dragoness giggle. Nyx turned her head.

"What?" Nyx asked.

"You walk like a man!" Rime said. "You have hips, sister! Use them!" When Nyx looked confused, Rime giggled again. "Watch me!"

Rime walked forward a few steps, her hips subtly swaying. Nyx blinked and then tried to do the same thing. She managed it a bit but apparently still looked funny if Rime's giggling told her anything.

"Don't think about it so much," Rime offered. "Just walk."

So Nyx did and soon enough she was walking in much the same fashion as Rime. Rime nodded excitedly and rushed up to Nyx.

"Good, good!" Rime said. "Master will be pleased."

Nyx blinked. Was that what she wanted? She wasn't sure anymore...

"Come on!" Rime squeaked. "Let's clean these books. Master is allergic to dust and hates coughing so much especially with these magic ones. He's had a couple of accidents a few times."

Nyx followed Rime to the table. Rime pulled a white-feathered duster from her outfit and began to dust off the books.

"Um, Rime?" Nyx said.

"Yes, sister?" Rime said, looking up from her work.

"I don't have a duster."

"Oh! Master hasn't given one to you yet. It usually takes a couple of days."

"Why?"

Rime shrugged. "I don't know. I think--oh! I got mine when I accepted."

"Accepted?"

"Yes!" Rime's eyes widened with happiness. "I was a brazen barbarian who came crashing in here one day. Master wasn't happy about that so he changed me into this cute little form. I wasn't happy at first being so small and having boobies, but I don't mind now!" She pushed up her breasts and giggled, watching as they bounced a bit. "They're so fun to play with!"

"But accepted?"

"Oh yeah! Master gave me it when I figured out everything was ok! I'm happy this way!" Rime squinted her eyes at Nyx. "Are you not happy?"

Nyx stared back at Rime silently and then looked down at herself. Was she happy? She wasn't really sad. She had nice and comfortable clothing, shelter, good food, a caring master...but this still wasn't her. She hadn't forgotten what she'd looked like yesterday. She still knew everything about her own past, well, as complete as memory was. She remembered thieving, sneaking about, selling stolen goods for money, and also...also bedding many women, many of which she didn't have to pay because of her reputation. She had been good at that and now...now she couldn't really bed women, at least not in the same way as before. She couldn't steal either, not like this, not in this uniform but did she really want to?

Nyx looked back to Rime and spoke: "I don't know."

"Ok!" Rime chirped. "I don't know what to do about your duster...maybe master will give it to you tonight! Until then..." Rime tilted her head. "Just blow some of the dust off and don't scratch the books. We can switch off or something."

And so they did. For a few hours the dragonesses toiled together in removing the dust from books. They took a break at lunch, eating a meal of warm soup. Afterwards they returned to the library and continued to work until Finna rang the dinner bell. They returned to the dining room and Rathian was there to greet them. He gave them all a smile and they all sat down after him. The promised steak was there and it was delicious. While eating, Rathian told tales of what he had done that day. The dragonesses listened intensely because many of the stories were daring and exciting.

"Wow, master!" Finna said, clapping when Rathian finished a tale about how he had tricked a troll into relinquishing its toll. "What else?"

"That's it, girls," Rathian said. "Thank you for the fantastic meal, Finna. Would you and Sull join me tonight?"

"Of course!" Finna and Sull cried out in unison.

Rathian chuckled and motioned to the plates. "Rime and Nixxie, you can take care of the dishes, I'm sure. Well," he stood up, giving Finna and Sull a wink. "I'll see you two shortly."

Rathian vanished again. Finna and Sull stood up and rushed out of the dining room and up the stairs. Nyx watched them go and felt something she hadn't expected--jealously.

"Come on, Nixxie," Rime said. "Let's get this cleaned up."

Nyx nodded. The two dragonesses gathered up the dishes and took them to the kitchen. They cleaned up the mess of the meal and then went downstairs to their room. They changed into their nightgowns and went their separate ways. Nyx sat on her bed thinking while Rime read through a book. Nyx found it difficult to think when she heard Finna begin to sing upstairs, for the gold dragoness's voice was beautiful and the words even more so. So, she lay back on her bed and listened to the singing. It didn't last much longer than an hour and then sounds similar to what she had heard the night before replaced the sweetness of singing. She listened not in disgust, but jealously. She huffed, a small bit of smoke rising from her nostrils.

"Is something wrong, sister?" Rime said, looking up from her book.

"I--" Nyx paused, not really even believing what she was going to say next. "I want to be up there."

"Oh, me too!" Rime said. "Me too! But it's nice to have a break!"

"Break?" Nyx snorted. "I've never even had a chance."

"Oh." Rime put down the book and rolled off her bed. She walked over to Nyx. She looked sheepishly to the side.

"What?" Nyx asked.

"Nixxie, I could--" Rime's white face scales blushed blue. "I mean, we could--"

"What?"

Rime climbed onto Nyx's bed so that she sat in front of Nyx's bent legs. She looked away again and then pulled up Nyx's nightgown a little.

"I could give you one..." Rime muttered. "If that's what you'd like."

"What?" Nyx repeated. She blinked and it was her turn to blush. "Oh."

"Yes..." Rime said. "Master said it's ok with you as long as you don't mind...? It's better with the master, of course, but..."

Nyx shook her head. "Yes--I mean, I don't know if..."

Nyx searched her mind. Is this what she wanted? She wouldn't have minded being eaten out by the dragon girl when she was a man, so why should it matter now? Because it was a bit different? Because she didn't have a--

" Go ahead, Rime," Nyx said, pulling her nightgown up so her panties were exposed. Rime nodded and leaned forward, slowly and gently removing the underwear. For a brief instant Nyx was reminded of the werewolf doing the same to her the night before, but then it was gone. Rime wouldn't hurt her. Rime was nice and sweet, something she had found out after working a day with her.

When Nyx's underwear was totally removed, she looked down at her sex. It was puffy and had become a little slick due to Nyx's growing excitement. It no longer seemed entirely alien, but neither was it too familiar.

Rime looked up to Nyx. The red dragoness nodded. A second later, Rime licked at Nyx's folds. Nyx shivered. Rime's tongue was a little cold, but it felt good, so good. She let out an involuntary moan as Rime continued her ministrations. Nyx's tail lashed out and she gripped at the bedding, her arousal and pleasure growing with each of Rime's licks.

"Oh, Rime--!" Nyx squealed.

For the next moments, Nyx moved closer and closer to peak and then she climaxed. She shivered and let out another moan, falling flat against her bed. Rime pulled away and meekly walked back to her bed, a little smile on her draconic muzzle. So overcome with pleasure, Nyx barely managed to move. Still, she managed to whisper one last thing before she fell into unconsciousness a few minutes later after falling from her state of sexual bliss:

"Thank you, sister."

Nyx was shook awake the next morning. She yawned and opened her eyes to see Sull standing over her, already dressed and looking a little pissed.

"Come on, princess," Sull growled. "We're making breakfast today. Up and at 'em!"

Nyx rolled out of bed. She grabbed at her outfit before remembering she had to remove her nightgown first.

"Hurry up, Nixxie!" Sull said. "We don't have forever."

Nyx quickly got dressed, the whole ordeal of putting on her feminine clothes no longer seeming to be such as big a deal.

"Finally!" Sull said, grabbing Nyx and dragging her out of the room. "Let's go!"

Nyx was forcibly taken up the stairs and into the kitchen. Here she followed Sull's gruff orders, working as fast as she could to prepare breakfast. Under the black dragoness's direction, the two managed to coax up quite a feast of croissants, sweet meats, and cut melon in record time.

"Good work, sis," Sull said as they laid out the food for Rime, Finna, themselves, and of course their master. "Didn't think you had it in you."

The dragonesses and the mage ate their breakfast rather quietly for it seemed all were a bit exhausted from what went on the night before. Rathian stood when he finished, nodding graciously at Sull at Nyx.

"Very good, girl," he said. "Perfectly delicious. Sull, I want you to work with Nixxie for the rest of today."

"I already worked with her this morning!" Sull protested.

"It is what it is, Sull," Rathian said. "And Nyx, don't exhaust yourself too much with Sull. I'd like you to join me tonight."

Nyx's eyes widened. She stared at the handsome mage as excitement blossomed in her stomach. He was inviting her? She had to say yes.

"Of course, master," Nyx said in the most even tone she could manage. "I would love to."

Rathian nodded with a smile and promptly vanished. Nyx sighed. She wished she could be with him now. Rime had been nice, but she wanted something more in her. She rested her snout on a clawed hand as she thought about what the night might bring.

"Quit daydreaming, Nixxie!" Sull said. "We've got some work to do."

Nyx nodded and stood. She followed Sull out of the room. They climbed the stairs all the way to the top. Nyx had to catch her breath for a minute or so before they entered the dark room ahead. Reminded of her journey into the forest, Nyx clung to Sull.

"Where are we?" she whispered.

"The repository," Sull said, pushing away Nyx. She nodded to a huge brass cabinet that had at least a hundred drawers of varying sizes. "It's where master receives some of his shipments. Come on, open them up and let's see what he got."

Sull opened a drawer and grunted as she lifted out a heavy metal box. She laid it on the floor and pointed to a few small drawers.

"Most of the lighter packages are in there," Sull said. "You should be able to handle those."

Nyx opened one of the indicated drawers and found it filled with scrolls covered with strange writing she didn't understand. She took them out and placed them where Sull directed. For a time Nyx and Sull worked in silence, opening drawers, taking out their contents, and organizing them as Sull saw fit. Eventually, a question popped into Nyx's mind.

"Who are you?" Nyx asked.

"I'm Sull," Sull replied with a snort. "Did you really forget my name?"

"I mean..." Nyx paused. "Before."

"Oh," Sull said. "A princess. I was a dainty little thing. When master went to retrieve the essence of the black dragon, I was there as its prisoner. After dealing with the dragon, he rescued me and then used the essence on me. So, here I am." "Oh," Nyx said. "You were a girl?"

Sull nodded and laughed. "I still am, Nixxie. I may be a little bigger and rougher than you or our other sisters, but I'm a girl. Now get back to work."

For the rest of the day Sull and Nyx worked, not even stopping to have lunch. By the time it was dinner, they had not only emptied the cabinet, but had also delivered its contents to its appropriate room on each floor. They had also bathed together in the meantime and to Nyx's surprise, Sull had fussed over the red-scaled dragoness to ensure she smelled exactly as master liked it. Afterwards, they went to the dining room and ate with the others. Nyx could barely contain her excitement as she dined. Though Rathian told stories, she scarcely listened, instead imagining what might happen at night. She kept glancing to Rathian while she daydreamed and a few times he winked back at her much to her joy. After dinner, he motioned to Nyx and she followed him out of the room.

"You know, Nixxie," he said as they climbed the stairs. "You've really come far and so fast! Finna was recalcitrant her first week here and Rime for double that time! It's been a few days. How do you feel?"

"Happy," Nixxie said. "I feel happy, master."

Rathian smiled, opening the door to his bedroom. She felt her heart leap as she stepped in. She had been here before, of course, but this time was different. With her back turned to her master, she eagerly stripped until she was naked. When she turned around, she saw he had done the same. He smiled, grabbing her by the shoulder and giving her a deep kiss that she returned. Then he was pushing her onto the bed, laying her flat as he position his member near her puffy vulva. Before Nixxie knew it, he penetrated her and she loved it. He pushed into her, groping her breasts, and kissing her draconic muzzle as he thrusted and thrusted deeper into her willing passage...

Nixxie couldn't have been happier and the night had only just begun! As it turned out, Rime was right--it was better with the master.

Nixxie came into consciousness thanks to a strong feeling of dread. She sat up and shivered. She was naked and lying next to her was her sleeping master.

"No," she whimpered. He was Rathian the mage, not her master. He was her captor if anything. She clasped her head in both hands. What had she been thinking? She had just slept with the man that had kidnapped her and changed her beyond recognition. Her sex was sore from their lovemaking and it had felt good, but...

Nixxie slipped out of bed. She instinctively reached for her discarded outfit but managed to stop herself. No. She wouldn't wear that anymore. Not again, never again. She didn't care if her breasts jiggled with every step or if she walked with a sway to her hips, she wouldn't wear that. She was a woman yes, but...

"No," she repeated. She had been a man. No! She was a man even if her current form said otherwise. She was a man even if she had been taken like a woman, she was a man even if she had breasts and a vagina, and she was a woman--

"No," she said for the third time. She had to leave here. She was almost completely lost. Then again, that wasn't true. She just wasn't completely adjusted. She was nearly there, but that last bit was resisting. She was still Nyx, master thief.

She blinked as she thought of her plan. She had seen her possession in one of the rooms that she and Sull had delivered to. Which was one it? It didn't matter. She would find it, put on her proper clothes and cape, and then get out of here. She would go into the forest--

"No!" she said, her voice a little higher than a whisper now. She shook as she recalled the werewolf. Perhaps there was another way? Maybe if she went around the house--

"No!" she sniffed. Leaving here was foolish. She would be leaving behind shelter, good food, her sisters... and master. She had a home here, and love. She could be as she was meant to be, a beautiful dragoness who served her master willingly in more ways than one.

"YES!" she shouted. Behind her, she heard the bed rustle. She turned around and saw her master sitting up.

"Mmm, is everything ok, Nixxie?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Yes, master," Nixxie said, nodding. "I'm sorry I woke you."

"It's ok," Rathian said. He blinked and stepped out of bed. He took something from the dresser on his side. "I realized I forgot to give you something." He held out something. Nixxie squealed when she saw what it was--a duster with feathers as red as her scales. She rushed to her master and embraced him.

"Thank you, master, thank you so much!"

"You're welcome, Nixxie," Rathian said, smiling. "Hmm, what do you say about another round? Perhaps we can break Sull's record..."

"Of course, master! Of course! I love you!"

In the next few months Nixxie continued to pair up with the other dragonesses for work until she found out that she had a skill of her own--sewing. Her quick claws made the work easier and she ended up a better tailor than Rime, who happily ceded the job to her. On some nights, Nixxie would spend her time with master and sometimes Sull as well. At other nights, she and Rime made their own sort of love and eventually she did the same with Finna as well. The house was safe and comfortable, her sisters were the best friends she could ever ask for, the food was delicious, and master was caring and protective. Nixxie was truly happy.

One day Nixxie was eating lunch with her sisters when Rathian called from above for them all to come. The dragonesses hastily abandoned their meal and made their way upstairs. They came into a room familiar to Nixxie, the one she had been changed in. Upon entering the room, they saw master but also someone lying on the floor surrounded by pieces of discarded plate armor: a humanoid dragoness with scales the color of a clear sky. She looked confused as she squished her breasts together, her green eyed gaze alternating between her bosom and her slick sex. Nixxie liked her immediately. She looked so cute in her helplessness! The red dragoness was already thinking of what outfit she might be able to give her new sister when Rathian turned to the dragonesses and spoke.

"Girls," her master said. "Why don't you introduce yourselves to your new sister Alcadeas?"

Nixxie stepped forward first.

"Hello," she said with a smile and a wink. "I'm Nixxie."