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The sun was beginning to set in the west, just over the tall, canopy line of vibrant trees, not too far from the smithy where Tango worked. Golden beams of radiant light poured through the small cracks formed by the leaves, and illuminated the ground around a small courtyard, one of the few remnants of the old city foundations. It was surrounded on all sides by overgrowth and greenery, and truth be told, many of the people living in the city nearby had no idea that such a place even existed.

Tango knew, however, and was sitting on an old, tired bench, carved right from the stone bosom of the earth. His patience was growing every bit as short as the amount of daylight left, but he'd been instructed to wait in the old courtyard, and given no further instruction. It was just slightly confusing, to be sure, but he rested his chin in the palm of his paw and tried to keep a vigilant eye out. Initially, he was nervous and worried when he arrived, but he'd been waiting for so long, he found it difficult to experience anything other than boredom.

"I really do think this was just a test of your patience, Tango. We'd better get going."

Erna was sitting on Tango's shoulder, resting in one of her favorite places. As much as Tango was skilled at giving himself something to do and occupying his own mind, Erna was insatiable in her need for entertainment, and the small marks of her fangs were still evident on the back of Tango's horns.

She'd gone so far as to resort to chewing on Tango just to pass the time.

"I've gotta wait it out, Erna. Trust me, I'm not enjoying this anymore than you are..."

"But I thought you liked it when I chewed on your horns!"

Tango rolled his eyes. "Is now really the best time for that brand of sarcasm, Erna?"

"I thought it might help to pass the time a little bit. You never know, right?"

"Touche...though your witty comment only ate up about seven seconds worth of time."

Erna let out a heavy, melodramatic sigh and shook her head. "Hey, at least I'm trying to help the time go by, instead of sitting around and sulking!"

"Neither one of you should be sulking, when you're burdened with such an important purpose."

Tango and Erna were so wrapped up in their conversation with each other that they hardly noticed the rustling in the overgrowth, or the presence of an arm, coated with fur and slipping through the lingering touch of the ferns.

"Important purpose?" Tango asked, his voice full of wonder as he edged his rump along the bench, scooting further away from the probing arm and tensing his legs, just in case he had to run.

The rest of the body came through the overgrowth rather easily, slipping through nature like a set of fingertips through shallow water. Thick, gray fur, aquamarine eyes, and a suit of very simple leather decorated a typical timber wolf, though the massive chunk of flesh that was missing from his right ear was anything but typical. "Yes, Tango...that's why you were called here in the first place, after all."

The wolf wasn't quite as imposing as Tango had originally expected, and he was grizzled with age, but still spry enough to have snuck up on the young dragon and his familiar. "So I've heard...just who are you, anyway?"

"I'm Arthon. Sorry that we weren't able to meet somewhere a bit more public, but I didn't want to jeopardize your safety, you see."

Erna started to open her maw to speak, but Tango put a single clawtip to it, knowing that she might come off as a little more than abrasive. "Just what are you asking of me that could be so dangerous?" Tango asked, as he stood up from the bench.

Arthon approached the green and red dragon, reaching out and offering his paw in greeting. "There's a little something that you need to find, Tango. I'm a good friend of your family, and the message has been passed along to me...to let you know."

"Know what?"

"You need to find the Idol of Transcendence, Tango...and only you can find it."

**

"Mrnnf...nngh...t-the hell is all that noise?"

Erna was a bit of a heavy sleeper, and three days into a journey that she didn't particularly want to be a part of, she wasn't exactly thrilled to be brought awake by the sounds of clutter nearby. Her eyes were tired and bloodshot, and her body was still more than happy to stay put in the hammock, all with one exception.

The sound was just the precursor to a wonderful, enticing aroma that drifted across the small campground that the pair had set up, and Erna found her wings subconsciously fluttering and carrying her tiny body over to the source of the scent. Her eyes stayed so lazy that they refused to open, however, and she ended up fluttering right into Tango's backside, with a quiet, dizzied thump.

"I see someone is finally awake."

Erna rubbed the bridge of her muzzle and covered her nose, trying to massage the mild sting out of it. "And I see someone else still isn't sleeping enough, despite my telling them a million times that they need to sleep more."

"Early to bed and early to rise, Erna."

"I'm fairly certain that the guy who originally said that is dead."

"Mortality is kind of a bitch like that. Can I interest you in some breakfast before we pack up our things and move out for the day?"

Trying not to rub her tummy and ultimately failing, Erna flickered her wings just enough to let her claws touch the ground, and stood next to the fire. "I guess you've won me over for a bite to eat...but I am getting more than a little tired of this adventure, y'know."

Tango rolled his eyes just a little bit, before gathering up a bowl and pouring some of the heated contents of his breakfast stew into it. He set it on the ground in front of Erna before pouring himself a bowl of the steaming concoction, and satisfied with the aromas that spilled over, he sat down next to his familiar and started to slurp some of the stew, right from the edge of the bowl. "Mnnn... don't tell me you're thinking about giving up already."

"I was thinking about giving up long before we started," Erna admitted, "But you keep on getting me up in the morning and going for ridiculously long hikes through the woods. Don't you want to just stop and spend a day out in the wilderness and take advantage of the privacy?"

Ever the timid one in their relationship, Tango tried to keep his maw filled with the breakfast stew so that he wouldn't have to reply, but Erna recognized the excess heat that was coming from the larger dragon. She knew that his body generated quite a bit as a natural part of his unique heritage, but this was a kind of bashful warmth that it seemed only she could detect.

"Forget the silly treasure...we can just stay here in camp for the day and fool around a bit...there's nobody within miles of us!" Erna kept pressing at the subject, though she could tell Tango wouldn't give in that easily, and from experience, she knew it would take a lot more than verbal persuading to get the job done. If not for her being so sleepy, and the distracting growls within her tummy, she might have made a proper move, but instead, she started to eat her portion of the stew, and gave Tango the chance to speak without bursting into flames of embarrassment.

"The treasure is the entire reason we're out here," Tango reminded Erna, narrowing his eyes at her just a little bit. "I know you're not such a big fan of this quest, but we've already come this far, and we saw the peaks of the mountains before we stopped yesterday. The monastery that we're looking for can't be far from where we've stopped, and I've got a really good feeling that we'll find it today, before night fall."

"You seem to have a really good feeling about it every day," Erna suggested. "If you weren't such a skillful cook, I would have gone on home and left you out here to get lost a long time ago!"

Tango could tell that Erna was teasing. She might come off as abrasive to some, but it was truly just her nature, and over the years, Tango had become familiar with her attitude, and even found it a little refreshing. "Getting such a high compliment from you makes me wish that there were people around so I could have witnesses."

"Even if you told everyone you knew, I'd deny it up and down."

"I know you would," Tango shot back, offering up a rare jab. He was often so serious that people questioned if he had a sense of humor at all, and Erna was one of the few beings in the world that could confirm that he did indeed have one. "But...in the meantime, we should probably focus on our plan for the day, and not how much you like talking trash about me."

"I only do it because I love you, Tango."

"So you say."

The green and red dragon set his empty bowl next to the fire pit, and began to stoke the wood, causing it to collapse on itself and drain away some of the oxygen. Water was scarce out in the wilderness, and he didn't want to waste too much of it on drowning out the flames.

"Whether or not you actually do, Erna...I looked out from the cliff by our camp site this morning and saw what looked like an old church of some kind, carved into the side of the mountains we saw on the horizon. They can't be more than an hour away on paw, and if we really hustle, we could even be there before this fire is out."

"That's probably not the best idea, Tango."

"And why is that?"

"You'll end up burning the whole forest down."

Groaning and realizing he'd walked right into the sarcasm that time, Tango rubbed one of his temples and nodded. "Right. We'll make sure the fire is nice and cold before we get going, and then, we're going to investigate those ruins. Just based on the descriptions in this map, I'm sure it's the monastery that we've been looking for."

"I could probably take care of the fire in a few seconds, if you would just step away from it."

Tango let out a quick, rare chuckle as Erna reminded him of her abilities. He was surprised at himself, but from time to time, he would forget the kind of powers that Erna possessed, and especially, he forgot in the times when they would be the most convenient. "All right, all right. If you wouldn't mind dousing this fire for me, we can leave camp that much faster, and get you back to your precious civilization. We wouldn't want to risk you dying because you were too worldly."

As usual, Tango's sense of humor was as dry as the far reaches of the desert and as sarcastic as it could be, but Erna still chuckled along, knowing to take what she could get. "You still haven't learned any manners yet, either. Would it kill you to say please?" Erna asked, even though Tango had actually been quite polite in the way that he asked.

All the same, the tiny familiar fluttered up over the edge of the flames that radiated from under Tango's cooking pot and sucked in a deep, full breath. The scales on her chest spread out wide and puffed up a bit as she held the breath in for a few moments longer, and when she finally released it, a hail of icy mist spread around the fire, and as the crystallized air came into contact with the fire, it immediately melted into a stream of cool water. The fire stood no match against the opposite element, and a small wave of the mystical spray took out the heat of the blaze in seconds, leaving it as nothing more than cracked, smoldering logs and ashes.

"Maybe it's the fact that I can't do it myself, but that never ceases to amaze me," Tango admitted, as he tilted the pot over and poured the rest of the boiling contents out to the side. It created a small river of waste that carried over the dirt and left a mark for other travelers to know that the place had been used before. "Thanks for taking care of that. I'd ask if you were ready to get moving, but you've made it pretty clear that you're all out of patience."

"Well, now that you mention it-

"You did not forget anything, so don't even try to lie about it."

Erna snickered and fluttered her wings, flying up and coming to rest on Tango's shoulder. "I was just gonna say that you should let me take my perch before we started moving again."

"W...well all right, then," Tango muttered, having truly expected some sort of snark out of Erna. Of course, she was every bit as wise as she was cheeky, and she made sure to keep Tango on his toes about her sense of humor whenever she could. It seemed that she didn't have a serious bone in her body...but she might wish that she did, as Tango marched forward, toward a monastery that jutted so violently out from the side of a cliff face.

Even if Erna was putting on a goofy facade, even she was taken back at the beautiful wonders of the nature sprawled out in front of her. As Tango carried on, and his paws became familiar with each patch of dirt, each blade of grass, and each overgrown fern that dotted the ground, Erna looked up and around, able to see trees and wildlife that she'd never dreamed of, and a peaceful canopy decorated with vibrant leaves and colorful fruits. The valley outside of the monastery was every bit as peaceful a place as one might imagine, and Tango found his thoughts wandering away from his body as his legs carried on unconsciously.

For its part, the monastery was entirely out of place in such a serene setting, as it carried with it a haunted air of days gone by, and yet, the outside of it was still in pristine condition. Columns lined the outside of the building with such natural spacing that they appeared to have been born in such a way, rather than carved from the side of the mountain itself. Even from a distance, Tango and Erna could see the way that the monastery stood the test of time, looking as though it had been built only the day before. Such was impossible, of course, and according to the map that Tango carried, the place was actually hundreds of years old, and yet, Mother Nature herself seemed to stay away from the place, as if it carried a curse that even the laws of the Earth couldn't govern.

"How on earth could the place be in such amazing condition if no one has been in it for hundreds of years?" Tango asked, knowing from his work in the smithy that creating a building with such longevity was nearly impossible.

"Things were made a little differently back then, Tango. Perhaps there truly is some sort of mystical property to this place that keeps it from aging with the world around it."

Tango shuddered just slightly as they continued to walk through the valley, as though he'd been touched by the fingertips of a ghostly spirit. "I won't lie, I'm not really looking forward to going inside..."

"Heh. Feeling a bit chicken now, are we?"

"N-no! It's nothing like that! I just...just don't know if it's safe, that's all..."

"The fact that every animal in this wilderness has decided to take residence in the forest around it and bear the wrath of the elements, rather than going to live inside, under the cover of its walls is probably a good indication that you're onto something...but you're the one who pushed us all this way, Tango. You'd better not back out now."

Tango let out a quiet, grumpy huff and crossed his arms. "We are not turning back. We're so close at this point, I can't even imagine turning back without the idol."

"Perhaps you should give it some thought. I really don't know if you're up to the task."

Whether Erna was trying to tease Tango, or whether she was actually trying to convince him to turn around and head home, he really couldn't be sure. All that he knew at the moment was that the monastery was calling him closer with a voice that he couldn't hear...one that terrified the wildlife in the area, but somehow, it appealed to him in a way that he couldn't hope to describe.

"You might want to grab on, Erna. We're close enough that we can fly up, from here."

"You mean you don't want to take that massive, long staircase up the side of the mountain, with no sort of handrails or safety regulations?"

"Knock yourself out, if that's your style, but I think this will be quite a bit easier. Probably far less deadly, too."

Erna snickered to herself. "I thought you weren't afraid, Tango?"

"This isn't about being brave, Erna. It's about not being stupid."

Tango spread his wings wide apart and looked around for a tall tree that he could climb. With a vocation that didn't call for much use of his wings, they'd grown a little bit tired and weak over the past couple years, but they still worked; he just needed a good point to jump from to get himself moving. A tall tree next to him made for the perfect launch pad, and it was covered in smaller branches that made it perfectly easy for him to climb. Within seconds, as claws dug into bark, and wings knocked loose leaves from the tree, Tango was standing up at the top of the canopy, able to see almost as far as he had from the cliff side that morning.

"T-Tango...are you sure you ca-

"Don't care, trying anyway!"

" Taaaaaangooooooo!!" Erna cried out in panic as Tango threw himself from the canopy of the trees, and his wings began to flap as rapidly as they could. He began to fall almost immediately, but with the warmth that his body generated, heated thermals began to form in the wind around him, giving his body the kind of lift that he needed to ascend, rather than fall crashing into the ground. Erna squealed into the air as she felt their bodies plummeting at first, and her tiny wings covered her eyes the whole way through, even when she could feel Tango starting to soar up toward the monastery, rather than fall to the ground below. "You are such a reckless, arrogant jerk sometimes!"

Tango focused on keeping his wings flapping when they needed to, only trusting the rising currents of air to a certain extent. "You still love me."

"Oh, shut up."

With a playful snicker, Tango kept his eyes on the prize and stayed on course for the outer gates of the monastery. He was actually regretful about arriving, as he found the warm caress of the winds upon his body and the kisses of the breeze in his hair to be quite to his liking, but he knew that they couldn't last forever. Worse still, Mother Nature was a fickle mistress, and would happily turn on a dime if Tango became too content with his flight path, keeping him from enjoying the experience as much as he could have.

As far as places to fly into, however, the monastery was one of the most beautiful sights that the pair could have asked for. The closer they came, the more minute details came to life. Mystical inscriptions rested around the base of every pillar, and up above them, there were clearly rooms for people to live in, before. Large windows with perfectly straight sides and rounded tops covered the entire top of the monastery, with smaller windows dotting the lower levels of the building, hinting that there may have been a hierarchy of power that resided there, once upon a time.

It was all more than Tango could hope to take it before his wings flipped back slightly and slowed his speed, allowing him to come into the outside walkways of the monastery rather easily. Just past the pillars and the open deck that surrounded the building, the pair of dragons could see an open archway, one that certainly lead into the center of the building.

"No better place to start, right?"

"No better place to get eaten by a giant monster, or possessed by some evil demon, or g-

"I already told you I'm not turning back," Tango cut Erna off. She couldn't keep from giggling, and had to wrap her paws around her muzzle to try and muddle out the sound as Tango began to walk forward.

The sun was placed perfectly overhead, providing enough light for Tango and Erna to see their way around as they finally entered.

The inside of the monastery was no reflection of the outside.

Plant life that wasn't visible from outside of the old building was rampant inside the walls of it, digging up through the floors and cracking the tiles upon the walls. Such overgrowth without food or water seemed impossible, and nightmarish scenarios began to play out in Tango's mind as he looked around, seeing vines upon the wall that seemed to creep and crawl up over the main hall of the building.

They're not really moving, Tango. Your eyes are just playing tricks on you. Relax.

Of course, it was easier said than done, and reassuring himself was getting to be that much harder as Erna tickled her claws along the back of Tango's neck. "Sure is spooooooky in here," she teased, wobbling her voice as she spoke to imitate every horror cliche that she knew. "I don't think either one of us is going to make it out alive!"

"Oh, knock it off!" Tango growled, narrowing his eyes at Erna for a moment, before turning them back onto the map. "According to this, there's a library at the end of this long hallway to the right. We should find what we're looking for within."

Erna was still trying to cover her giggles. She was struggling mightily with it, showing that she actually wasn't the least bit afraid of the place. "Does the map list where all of the demons and monsters are? That would probably be good to know, so they don't catch you peeing yourself."

"There. Are. No. Monsters." Tango said, allowing his words to stammer out to show just how fed up he was with Erna's teasing. That wasn't going to stop her, of course, and even as they walked across the dimly lit hallway, with only tiny beams of sunlight to guide their path, Erna was trying to think of others ways to mess with her friend.

"That. You. Can. See," Erna shot back, mimicking his serious tone and pace word for word. Tango could only roll his eyes at that point as they drew close to a large set of double doors, carved from oak wood. Just one touch upon them with a paw showed to Tango how heavy they were, and as hard as it was to believe, he fathomed they must have been whole, solid tree trunks at one point.

With just a gentle push, however, they came open, accompanied by a creeeeeeeeeak that told the age of the building. "Well, would you look at that! Not a single monster within the damned place," Tango made a point of looking right at Erna as he spoke, before keeping his eyes squarely ahead of him, in case there was one that he'd missed. "And...wait. Seriously? That's it?"

The library was a long and massive room, with shelves adorning either wall. They reached all the way up to the ceiling, and the ladders that were used to fetch books from higher in the shelves were still sitting on their tracks, untouched after years and years of sitting dormant. The books were quite wide in variety, and though they captured Erna's interest, Tango was obsessed with a small figurine, perhaps only a foot tall, sitting on a small table against the back wall of the room.

"That's it? That's the idol?" Tango groaned, feeling already that their quest was a waste of time. He still approached with caution, however, worried that the room might actually be rigged with some sort of trap to protect the tiny statue. Erna rubbed her paws together menacingly, having thought of an excellent way to scare the poor dragon...

WHAM!

...But she jumped just as high as Tango did when the pair whirled around at a sound so great, it could have been a gun shot. Shivering upon Tango's shoulder, Erna looked around the room with wide eyes, only to see that a book was laying on the middle of the floor, the source of all of the commotion.

"I...I think maybe we should take this thing and get going," Tango suggested, gulping back his fear the best that he could.

Rapidly, the green and red dragon dashed across the rest of the floor, staying as centered in the room that he could. Nothing else seemed to happen, and yet, his paws hesitated as they came to wrap around the base of the idol.

"Well don't just stand there, Indy! Grab the damn thing so we can get going!"

Erna's command would have made Tango snicker at any other time, but in such a tense moment, he could only thin his lips and snap up the idol...and wince.

Something had to happen. There had to be a trap, or a guard, or something waiting for them...but nothing ever came.

The silence was just as unsettling as the alternative, however, and Tango made quick work of stuffing the idol into his travel pack. "Whew...t-that's about all the adventure I can h-handle for one week." Tango said, mostly to himself as Erna was looking over his shoulder, having been distracted by a sound she wasn't meant to hear.

"Tango...look at that."

The book in the middle of the room that had fallen was now turned open to a page, but there was no one in the room to have turned it, and not even the lightest hint of a draft or breeze coming in through the walls.

"O-kay, this place is haunted," Tango confirmed, even if it was only for himself, as he started running for the door. Erna was trying to read through the pages, seeing a passage that truly spoke to her: 'The power of familiars...'

She dug her claws into his shoulder to try and get his attention. "Tango, wait! Grab that book!"

Not even breaking his stride, Tango leaned over and deftly gripped the book from the floor, tossing it into his pack in a fluid motion and making a break for the front entrance of the monastery. Even if it was all in his imagination, and even a little bit in Erna's neither one of them wanted to stay there any longer than they had to. Tango's wings were spread the moment he saw the wrap-around of the outside walkways, and he jumped desperately away from the building, allowing his wings to catch the air and glide the pair back down to the ground, as far away from the monastery as possible.

"S-should...should we keep going?" Tango asked, trying to catch his breath, and running the second that his paws came to hit the ground.

"Are you kidding? I don't want us to stop until we can't even see that place anymore!"

"Works for me!" Tango yelled back. He barely had a chance to catch his breath before they tore back down the path they'd followed into the valley before, sure that something was chasing them the whole way, even if they'd never seen anyone who could be.

**

The golden ocean that was the sky was beginning to fade into obscurity when Tango and Erna finally came to a halt. Gorgeous as the sunset was, neither one of them had a real chance to appreciate it; Tango was out around a new campsite, gathering firewood to last them through the evening, and Erna was supposed to be scouting around the area for berries or some other sort of food that they could eat.

Instead, she was muzzle deep into the book that they'd found. It was hard to blame her, being a familiar and seeing that there was even a passage about her kind within the dusty, old tome, but before long, she was rapidly flipping pages, finding that there was an entire wealth of knowledge about familiars within, and the different kinds of powers that they might possess. Some of them, Erna had never so much as heard of, and her curiosity was at a peak as she continued flipping through the book.

"So...those are some tasty looking berries, Erna," Tango muttered, gritting his fangs just a little bit as he dumped an arm's worth of firewood next to her tiny body. It hit the ground with such a force that it bounced her form from the ground, and yet, she didn't even give the usual rude gesture at Tango for what he did. "I'm gonna go get a little bit more firewood...try not to strain your eyeballs, eh?"

Even then, Erna didn't reply, and Tango just shrugged his shoulders as he disappeared into the thick greenery once again. He allowed the occasional cuss word to slip past his muzzle as he broke tiny, dead branches from trees and gathered them up, and back in camp, Erna's eyes went wide as she came across a passage that truly jumped out at her.

"Transformative magics...could there be some that I didn't know about?" she wondered aloud, knowing that Tango couldn't hear a word she was saying from the distance.

The sound of a spell being cast, however, heralded by a loud, echoing Foooooosh, and the brilliant flash of emerald light that followed it were more than enough to get Tango's attention. He whirled around and looked into the night sky, able to see the flash of the green glow from hundreds of feet away, playing itself upon the blanket of stars above.

Panic set in within moments as Tango ripped through the overgrowth of the forest and came back, throwing his sticks at the ground and preparing himself for a battle...only to drop the last of the sticks from his limp arms. If they could have moved, they'd be picking his jaw up from the ground, as it dropped, hung and stayed there.

Sprawled upon her back in a much larger body than Tango was used to seeing, Erna was grinning from ear to ear, and her eyes twinkled with a renewed sense of mischief. "I'll take that as a good response," she mused, before pushing herself up off of the ground with a new set of arms. Typically a familiar in the form of a small, feral dragon, Erna was now almost as large as Tango, with a set of arms that mimicked his own. Heavy, swollen breasts hung from her chest that were never there before, and even the crest of her womanhood had turned to fit the new body that she was showing off. She was quick to stand up and try out the new, slim legs that held up her figure, all while making sure nothing was kept from Tango's view. "Whatcha think, Tango? You like?"

Tango had to shake his head out a couple times before he was sure that his eyes were still functioning properly. Convinced that he wasn't seeing things, he managed to pick his jaw back up, but a coherent sentence was still a bit of a struggle. "Y-you...what... how did you do this?"

"Oh, I'm just experimenting with that delightful book that I told you to pick up. Wanna help...?"

"Erna, I c-...mnnnf!" Tango wasn't sure just what he was going to say, but Erna didn't let him finish the thought regardless. His voice trailed away as the dragoness walked closer to him, having a surprisingly natural saunter in her step for having just formed such a body. Her hips popped each and every time that she took a step, and even when Tango tried to speak again, she reached a paw up to his cheek, gazed deeply into his eyes, and pressed her lips tightly upon his own, banishing his words and invading his every thought with her overt sexuality.

Having been so panicked and fearful earlier on in the day, sex was the farthest thing from Tango's mind, but Erna was plenty skillful enough to change that. Her nude figure pressed up against his own clothed body, and any time she felt him pulling back, she deepened the kiss and swirled the smooth, cool tip of her tongue along his sensitive lips. If he so much as tried to protest, her paws rubbed gently against the tension in his lower back and relieved his stresses, until she couldn't feel even an ounce of resistance from the other dragon.

He finally pushed his lips back into hers, and the moment he did, she grinned against his flesh and pulled away.

"Wh...wha...Erna, why did you-

"We can't really experiment with you covered in all of those pesky clothes," she was quick to point out, as she cut off his words yet again. "Wouldn't you join me in the hammock...in place, and in state?"

Normally, Tango would have put up a little more resistance, but his body wouldn't allow his mind to be clouded. The new form Erna had taken appealed to him in more ways than he cared to admit, and his shirt lasted only a moment as he tossed it over his head. Erna snickered at how hasty and gracelessly Tango pulled the clothes away from his body, and even giggled when he almost tripped stepping out of his shorts. When only a tight, clinging pair of briefs remained, however, she took her seat in the hammock and spread her legs just enough to give Tango a view that most men would kill for. "C'mere, Tango...let me help you with those."

Bright, orange eyes closed in a silent nod as Tango came closer to Erna. As usual, she controlled the pace between them, and she licked her long, slick tongue over her lips as Tango's crotch came to settle right in front of her face. Greedy paws yanked down at his briefs and left them around his ankles, and wanting to experiment a little bit further, Erna spat into her new, skillful paws and wrapped them around Tango's cock, knowing she could bring him fully erect in seconds.

"I gotta say, having paws like this is truly a blessing," Erna admitted, as she began to stroke and gently pull on Tango's member. The green and red dragon groaned out in a low, desperate pleasure as he watched his transformed familiar go to work on his body, and in her larger, different form, it was even more obvious just how much she lusted after his manhood. Her eyes were so wide and clear, sparkling with a need that could only be satiated by him, and her breasts, full as they were, heaved with each and every pant of her breath. Tango could only imagine how sweet the tiny, perky nipples upon them might taste, but Erna kept his thoughts elsewhere as her top paw stroked his cock toward her, while the other rubbed in circles around the base.

Her technique is so fucking good...how could she have figured all of this out already? Tango wondered, barely able to speak through his gritted fangs. He reached out and braced himself on the tree behind the hammock and looked down, watching on with eager eyes as Erna leaned a little closer, only ever allowing the flat of her tongue to just barely kiss at the tip of his length. Anytime she caught sight of a drop of precum, her tongue was quick to whisk it away, and from her throat, a rumble of delight was always heard, all helping Tango to build toward a rapidly growing orgasm. "E-Erna...damn... you're so...so fucking g-

"Good?" Erna asked, knowing just what he was going to say, and taking her own twisted pleasure in finishing his lewd thought. She could feel a familiar throbbing in the underside of his cock, knowing that it was primed to unload on her, and Tango dug his claws through the bark of the tree as his sack began to contract...

...And Erna stopped entirely, pulling her paws away. Still throbbing and pulsing, Tango's flesh bounced in the air around it, begging Erna to reach out and finish the job, but she simply set her paws between her legs and tried to look as cute as possible.

Tango let out a gasp of exasperation as he tried to lunge his hips forward, but Erna stayed back just far enough, holding a breast in one paw and spreading her slit in the other, tempting Tango to step up and make the next move, but instead, his member just stabbed at the air, still dripping and glistening with a thin layer of her saliva, untouched. "P-Please, Erna...wh...why would you stop?!"

"Maybe I just felt like watching you squirm, Tango..."

"Nnngh... what do you want from me, Erna?!"

There you go, Erna thought to herself, finally hearing the words that she wanted to hear. Truth be told, she would have been just fine with Tango pinning her into the hammock and filling up her new form as it was, but she always had another trick up her sleeve, and another area of her sexuality to explore. "Oh, I do want to finish you off, baby, but I think it would be a little bit more fun if we tried one more spell, first."

Tango was huffing as he glared down at Erna, losing his patience with the moment and drawing that much closer to slamming her under the ground to bury her under his cock. "Which one is that?"

"Size play."

"But...we're the same size now...how...?"

Tango wanted more of an explanation than the one he was going to get, but Erna was already grinning devilishly when she started to rub her paws together. A small concentration of the same emerald flash that had filled the forest before was growing inside of her paws, and as she moved the together, the aura began to spread, until her paws could no long contain the whole of it. Wanting to ask and feeling uncertain, Tango started to open his muzzle to speak, but Erna beat him to the punch, shoving her paws into the center of his chest and tossing him easily to the ground.

" Erna! What the hell was that for?" He asked, as he landed flat upon his back with an ugly THWUMP. He looked up from the ground to see Erna sitting in the hammock and giggling at him as she continued to masturbate openly in front of him, and he was of a mind to punish her for it, but before he was able to stand, he felt a terrible weight in the bottoms of his footpaws, and a strange tingling that spread up his legs and into the rest of his body, like the kind of numbness that one might feel when a body part fell asleep. It spread up his thighs and into his groin, and then exploded upward into his tummy and his chest, filling every inch of his being with the unusual sensation. The emerald glow was spreading slowly behind the tingling, and Tango gulped fearfully as he wondered just what Erna had done to him.

The weight in his footpaws was a solid place to start looking, and as he glanced down, he could see his paws beginning to grow, rapidly spreading apart and rippling in such a way that his entire body looked tiny compared to just one paw. The claws grew forth, and flesh spread wide until it was coated with rippling muscles. The skeletal structure came next, and when the flesh was just at the right point, the bones within began to shift and spread apart as well, filling in the gaps and altering the pose of his body just slightly. His legs shifted in such a way that his paws came to feel more natural behind his body instead of underneath them, and his hips jutted forward as his flesh expanded there, as well.

"Looks to me like the spell is working even faster than I'd guessed it would!" Erna admitted, still using Tango as an improvised exhibitionist. She was shameless in the way that her pawtips dipped into her newly-shaped cunt and spread her wetness around, allowing it to soak her paw so that she could bring the dripping strings of liquid arousal to her breasts. "You were so worried about all of the monsters in the monastery, Tango...how's it feel to know that you're gonna be the big, scary monster?"

Tango tried to stand himself upright, but he fell forward, and his arms barely managed to catch, but the lower half of his body was far more massive, and the change had to spread. His paws braced the ground, and pawtips dug in as the flesh around them expanded, turning small divots in the dirt into deep, full chasms. His claws sprouted forth, and along the back of his torso, he could feel his spine thickening and elongating, forcing his body to stay on all fours as the process continued. Scales expanded and thickened as Tango finally caught on to what he was turning into, and his muzzle began to stretch out longer all the while, until it was nearly long and wide enough to fit Erna's new body inside of it.

The scales upon his chest expanded to meet with the rest of his form, and slowly, Tango leaned forward, bellowing out a heated breath at Erna for being so sneaky. "This...this feels incredible..."

The member between his legs had grown to suit his new figure, and hanging down, Erna could see the precum it spilled into the dirt...each and every burst of the pre-ejaculate was the size of a normal cum shot at Tango's regular size, leaving her tail to flutter with delight as she gave Tango a quick, pushing gesture. "All right, mister. On your back...I wanna see just how much of a big, scary dragon this body can take..."

At his size, Tango had no business taking an order from Erna, but she seemed more experienced with her new form than he was with his own. Slowly, he rolled over onto his back, his tail thrashing about as the massive, feral dragon failed to contain his excitement. Erna left no part of him untouched, as she climbed up over the length of his tail, crawled between his legs, allowing her breasts to massage along the underside of his massive, swollen sack, and finally, she came to settle around his cock, literally wrapping her arms and legs around it. "Y'know, I bet I could make you cum just by hugging it into my breasts," Erna suggested, "But what fun would that be? I bet you'd much rather spear my tiny, aching cunt on this thing instead..."

It was all unnecessary teasing from Erna, who knew that Tango was ready to burst, and thanks to her own playing, she was straddling the edge just as much as she was straddling her overgrown friend. "I d-don't think...you can even handle this," Tango challenged her. His voice was so loud and powerful that Erna couldn't help trembling at the sound of it, but further still, she wanted to prove that she was up for the challenge. With a quick flutter of her wings, she brought herself to hover over the massive girth of flesh that was his feral cock, and set the very edge of her slit upon it, using her wings to keep her placed precariously on top of it.

"You think j-just because you're bigger than me, you can outlast m-me?" Erna asked, able to feel her whole body shaking, and her lips failing to speak as she began to spear herself on the sizable flesh. "I'm...g-gonna fuck your brains out, silly dragon..."

Tango leaned up just a little bit, allowing the gigantic space of his chest and his torso to act as a backboard for Erna. She leaned in against his body and continued to lower herself, biting down her lips the entire time and grunting as she tried to cope with feeling full in such a way that she never had before. Even when they mated when he was at a normal size and she was miniature, this was different in a way that she couldn't entirely explain...but goodness, could she feel it as she watched the flesh upon her tummy begin to bulge, as her body did everything it could to accommodate the massive cock inside of her.

"Who c-care about lasting?" Tango asked, as he gave an extremely gentle buck with his hips, worried that he might tear the poor dragoness in half if he forced himself too fully upon her. "I just w-want to cum...just want to fill you so fucking bad!"

Erna braced her paws into Tango's stomach and kept pushing down, knowing that her body could handle at least a little more than that. "Then...f-fuck me like you mean it, Tango...fuck me the way you need to! Don't you dare hold back that tasty cum from me!"

"You're insane," Tango grunted, as he placed his paws over Erna's hips, keeping her perfectly placed upon his cock and limiting how far up she could bounce. Each thrust slammed so deeply into her body that she could feel her womb struggling to keep the tip of his cock from invading it, but the pleasure was beyond anything she'd ever known in all of her years.

She was going weak from it, trembling and shaking in Tango's grasp as her inner walls began to flutter and clench around his manhood, knowing that only the flow of his seed could complete the experience for her, even if she wasn't sure that she could take it.

The first, overflowing burst of his seed was a sign that her spirits could take it, but her body stood no chance; she was overfilled in an instant, and her womb was drowning in the excessive flow of the gooey, thick cum as it poured into her without restraint. Tango threw his head back and howled so loud that the sleeping beasts of the forest would flee in terror, and his member sprayed into Erna with such force that it nearly bucked her from his length. Only the desperate clench of her paws kept her upon him, and as her own climax took hold, she looked down to see a gushing mess of Tango's seed spilling back down over his body and making a terrible mess of the larger dragon.

"Y-yes, that's it! That's it! Ooooooh yes... cover me, Tango! Paint me with your seed, you...nnf... you fucking magnificent beast!" she cried out, knowing that Tango could feel every inch of her inner walls clenching around him in a way he'd only dreamed about before. Seeing the excess spilling as a waste, she finally and regretfully pulled herself free from the massive shaft and wrapped her arms around it, allowing the tip to spread her breasts and finally, her mouth opened to take in as much as he could offer. By now, it was just a slow, gentle ooze, but with such volume that Erna had to leave her throat wide open so she wouldn't drown on the sheer volume of it.

Grunting in delight and nearly going limp at such a tight, perfect fuck, Tango let his head slam against the earth with a thunderous WHOOMF. His cock spewed out of his control and painted over the soft, cool gray scales of Erna's body with a fresh coat of white, leaving her in such a mess that almost no part of her scales were exposed. She could feel the mess even running down and over her back as the excess spilled past her muzzle and over her neck...and she made a note to take a bath like this at least once a week, finding it to be a hedonistic ritual that she couldn't pass up. "Erna...s-squeeze it...squeeze it, p-please...get all of it out!"

Arms that were tiny by comparison were plenty strong enough to wrap around Tango's cock and squeeze it near the base. Using his own cum to keep herself slick, Erna smashed her breasts in tight, clenched Tango's manhood and massaged it up from the base to the tip, forcing the last, fleeting drops of his seed free from the shaft. Though she couldn't hope to clean all of it off, Erna continued to slurp the mess from the tip of his manhood, only wishing that her tummy had more capacity for the warm, tasty treat.

Further still, she wished that she had the energy to keep going, but she'd underestimated just how exhausting it would be to take such a massive rod, and apparently, Tango made the same mistake. It was truly a breathtaking experience to penetrate something so tight that the first touch alone could make you climax, and each of them had learned the lesson well; neither of them would dare to complain.

Sinking into the gooey, spread mess, Erna collapsed across Tango's chest and settled in, not caring that she was still coated with his seed. In turn, Tango didn't seem to mind his own mess, knowing he couldn't get away from it. "Uhm...Erna...I forgot to ask: do you know how to reverse these spells by chance?"

Giggling in the seed, Erna shook her head. "Oh, I'm sure that I'll figure it out, Tango...but why rush it?"

Tango could only chuckle quietly to himself. "I should have known..."

Erna nestled in close to her favorite dragon and curled up, allowing the sweet embrace of sleep to take her to the most perverted dreams her mind could conceive. She was looking forward to taking two baths tomorrow...and perhaps a third, if she felt like getting messy again.