G S P Chapter 11 13 Fang and the Spirits of the Dead
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Isaac stared at the tiny glass bottle that had hung undisturbed around his neck for so many years. He had never thought to open it. Not once. But now it and a family legend were his only chance of surviving the night. In his other hand was the tiny dart which had pierced his skin. The rest of his squad had died in the ambush - twelve good men and women, dead at the hands of the Dark Mage's nightmarish creatures! He had survived, somehow, with only the dart in his shoulder. He might as well have died with the others. The tiny projectile was coated with a most deadly poison. Even now he could feel it spreading slowly through his system. There was no antidote; any other man would have had only the choice of slow death by the poison or quick death by his own knife. But Isaac was not just any soldier.
From his earliest years he had been told the stories about how a shape-changed dragon had fallen in love with a human woman, form to live a immortal life with her, he gave her the gift of being a dragon.
The bottle and its contents (supposedly pure dragon blood) had been passed down through generations of family to come at last to him. He wondered how his family got dragon blood in the first place. If the legend was true and he drank it, he would become a powerful magical dragon, immortality, immune to all poisons...including the one that was killing him, the best of all he grinned, unimaginable sexual pleasures. And he would be able to change to his human or dragon form which ever he liked, when he liked. Isaac pulled out the stopper. What did he have to lose? He was a dead man anyway. It was probably just an old story, but why not give it a try? And so thinking, he placed the bottle to his lips and drank it off. The warm liquid therein was like nothing he'd ever tasted, peculiar and not very pleasant in flavor.
Nothing happened. Of course. As he had thought, it was just a story. The soldier drew his knife and grimly set its point over his heart.
All his muscles spasmed at once, causing him to drop the blade.
"What the...?" He trailed off, surprised. His stomach gave an audible rumble and a sudden dizziness swept over him. "What's going on?" He began to sweat heavily and shake with cold, all at the same time. Another muscle spasm shook him. Then, as quickly as they had begun, the strange sensations stopped. Isaac scowled in confusion.
He became aware of an ache at the base of his spine. Reaching back to rub it, he gave a shocked gasp. Right above his buttocks was a rapidly growing bump. It was actually this that hurt and not his back at all. In seconds it had expanded to the point where it burst through the worn seat of his pants. Craning his neck, he was amazed to see that the 'bump' was actually a fast developing tail. It ached steadily as it continued to lengthen...a quarter, then a half, and then finally a full meter long before it stopped. It was covered in small, neat gray scales that broadened and flattened along the underside. The aching was soon replaced by a pins-and-needles sensation as new bone, muscle and nerve made itself known.
"Gods," whispered Isaac, awed. "The story was true..." Cautiously he tried to move the tail. It responded easily to his effort, curling around him so he could get a hand on it. The scales were warm, smooth - and alive! His tail felt his hand every bit as much as his hand felt the tail. "The story was true," he repeated even more softly.
His feet were pressing against the insides of his black boots. Alarmed, he bent to remove them. Too late. His changing feet burst through the old leather, completely separating the uppers from the soles. At the same time his insteps cramped badly, forcing him to roll his weight onto the balls of his feet. The outer toes were merging, the inner ones thickening, and deep gray scales were appearing on his flesh. Forward of the insteps his feet had widened, allowing him to balance better with his heels raised so very high. A great deal of skin showed beyond the hems of his pant-legs, for his feet had almost doubled their length. Scales already covered his legs from toes to knees, and his old toe-nails had vanished beneath them.
Isaac staggered a few steps, trying to adjust to this new posture. His tail automatically helped him balance, but still he nearly fell. It was tough to stand with only the lower halves of his legs changed.
There was an odd surging sensation from the underside of his tail, between his legs and continuing up his torso to the base of his jaw. His tunic tightened sharply across his body as his chest seemed to deepen. Strange ridges stood out against the cloth, running from his collarbone down to his groin. Putting his hands to his throat, he found that the 'ridges' emerging from the collar of his tunic were actually wide, flat scales identical to those on the underside of his tail. These 'scutes' covered on him what would be the equivalent of a dragon's underbelly. His chest deepened just a little bit more, and it was too much for his tunic. It split open down the middle, revealing the ashy gray scales running up his torso. As the rest of his skin was still human, it looked really peculiar.
Before he could examine himself further a burst of awful burning pain in his gut doubled him over. His innards were twisting into new shapes, a terrible, nauseating sensation worsened by the fiery pain which accompanied it. Isaac crashed to his knees, retching miserably. The burning rose higher and higher, into his chest and then slowly up his throat. Just when he thought he could bear it no longer, he coughed up an enormous burst of flame that withered the grass before him. Immediately the pain and nausea began to subside - much to his relief! His eyes had teared up involuntarily from this most recent bout of change. When he went to wipe them clear, he was startled to feel smooth little stones come away from the corners of his eyes. In his hands were several tiny, tear-shaped gems. He swallowed hard. Like a dragon, he now wept diamonds.
Shakily getting back to his feet, he shrugged off his ruined tunic.
"Okay," he murmured, noting that the scales had climbed from his knees to mid-torso, "Okay." He would absolutely not panic. No matter that the change was much more unnerving when in the middle of it as opposed to when contemplating it!
His hands began to ache, and there were very sharp pains in his elbows, heels and toes. His fingers began to merge rather like his toes had. In this case it was the inner two that joined, leaving him only three fingers and a thumb per hand. Concerned, the soldier drew his sword, noting the new awkwardness of the grip. With one less finger, the whole balance of the weapon was thrown off. Grimacing, he drove the blade point down in the soft earth. It was worse than useless to him now.
The piercing pains were worsening, and had appeared in the tips of his fingers as well. Frowning, he examined his hands closely - and came very near to losing an eye as sharp black claws burst from his fingertips. He gasped as similar ones emerged from his toes, heels and elbows. Well, if his sword was no longer an option, then maybe these would serve as decent weapons? Experimentally he scraped his claws on a nearby tree. Barely any pressure applied, and still he cut centimeter deep furrows. A faint smile touched his face.
"Yes, these should do nicely," he murmured, pleased.
The change picked up speed again. The scales began to spread, climbing up his chest and back and then down over his arms. He gritted his teeth as something pushed out of either side of his skull, just above and behind his ears. Reaching up gingerly, he found himself to be in possession of two thick, back-curving horns. There came an abrupt and awful wrenching in his shoulders, and he arched his back against the force of this new change. It was like his shoulders were splitting in two! He threw back his head and screamed aloud...only it emerged not a scream but a full-blooded draconic roar. His skin rippled and new muscles moved as his back seemed to just...unfold. Isaac fell into a crouch, gasping, and it was several moments before he could gather his wits enough to realize what had happened. His shoulders had, in fact, split; there was now a second pair just behind and below the originals. From these double-shoulders sprang two paper thin, fragile looking wings. Like his too-short tail, they were not yet fully developed.
He was so amazed by these new appendages that he hardly noticed his teeth grow sharp, or his tongue narrow and fork. Only when he tried to speak, and it emerged as, "Sssplendid!" did he take note.
"What'sss thisss?" While he could still speak, there was definitely an involuntary accentuation of the sibilants.
His jaws began to crack and shift - and that he did notice, immediately. His nose and upper jaw sort of fused, and his face began to push outwards. His muzzle was beginning to form. His nostrils were carried further and further away, and new teeth quickly appeared in the extra space in his enlarging mouth. The scales were now climbing up his face, and he was very careful not to scratch. Gods knew what his claws would do to whatever human skin he had left!
Isaac also realized that his pants had grown very tight. His waist was thickening...as were his arms and neck. New muscles were weaving over his body, changing the human proportions. His thighs shortened and his suddenly bulging leg muscles split the seams of his much-abused pants from waist to ankle. Much as he desired to watch these last stages, he was unable to keep his eyes open as his neck and torso lengthened, as his ears shrank away and his hair vanished beneath the scales. He could feel, though, as his tail and wings lengthened and broadened, powerful flight muscles criss-crossing his chest and back. His breath came faster as his brow ridges became very pronounced and his eyes moved further apart. This heated up his internal furnaces and he spat another burst of flame before he could get himself under control. Already crouching, he leaned over further to grip the cool earth in his claws, trembling as hips and pelvis altered and his spine became infinitely more flexible. Sharp spurs developed along its length, from the base of his neck right down to the tip of his tail. His wings opened to their full span, then dropped back into smooth folds against his body.
And then everything stopped.
Isaac stayed where he was for several minutes, afraid to move. Finally, cautiously, he opened his eyes. They glowed bright light blue slit orbs Right away he noticed that his field of vision had widened, he can see perfectly in the dark note that he can also see in the dark in his human form as well. Oh, well, at least his eyes were still pretty much on the front of his head. Next he came to the surprising realization that he was standing comfortably on all fours. Startled, he reared up on his - hind? - legs, only to find that either stance was perfectly natural. He settled for crouching on his haunches so he could feel his head and muzzle. It was extremely disconcerting how...well, how good he felt. All the pain of change was gone, but so too was the dull ache of the spreading poison. His body was compact and healthy...and had an amazing amount of power inherent in every tiny movement. He had become a sturdy young orange-and-red dragon perhaps ten or twelve meters in length. His fully grown wings were double that when fully spread. Almost hesitantly he opened them, gaining confidence as he moved them up and down.
"It worked," he said, half stunned. Even his voice was different, coming from a much larger and deeper chest. "It really worked!"
A tremendous magical powers, relief and exultation coursed through him. With a wild cry he launched himself skyward, pumping his wings furiously. Steadily he climbed higher and higher, leaving behind only a battered sword and shredded remnants of clothing as traces of his human existence. With a youngster's awkwardness he caught a warm updraft and soared eastward, toward the rising sun. That part of his life of a weak normal human was over. Now and forever, he was a dragon!
Isaac deliberately spat a two-meter jet of flame into the air and flew towards the mountains.
Isaac was flying towards the mountains he spotted a near by lake, curious he wanted to see his new dragon form in the reflection of the water he descended towards the sandy beach his claws dug into the sand as he landed, he grinned showing his razor sharp teeth and fangs of how wonderful it is to be a mighty dragon.
Isaac sat comfortably on the sand and traced his clawed hands slowly over his smooth scaly chest, his clawed hand went down to his crotch he began to rub, his sheath was starting to swell and lit out a long his of pleasure as he began to rub faster and faster, his cock slip out of his sheath growing bigger than a hoarse and continues to grow. Grasping the gigantic veined member with his clawed hand while the other clawed hand rubbed his melon sized balls
He let out deep growls as he stroked his dragon meat fast and faster. With a thundering roar he came covering his entire body with red orange-golden cum some of it landing on his snout he traced his soft wet smooth forked tongue he licked it to his surprise it taste sweet like honey and cinnamon, he licked himself allover his body until every ounce was swallowed down. He bent down to wrap his forked tongue around his gigantic member and began to suck hard and slow. “Hmmmm..” Was Isaac’s only deep rumble response as he sucked hard, his claws was dug deep into the sand. Bobbing his huge reptilian head up and down the pleasure was to intense and he growled flooding his mouth with that delicious sweet cum. When he was finished licking himself clean, he still notice his monstrous dragon meat was still rock hard he began to ponder thinking what to do next .
-“Perhaps I can be of an assistance-” Isaac was startled as a soft lovely feminine voice sounded inside his head, he looked around the area trying to find out what kind of creature was speaking to him. To his left the thick bushes rustled and the most beautiful shimmering silver-blue dragon he’d ever seen came into view walking towards Isaac. Her lustrous violet slit colored orbs focused on him. Isaac gasped softly as she approached in front of him.
“Um. m.a.…hi” muttered Isaac, his fork tounge picked up the smell of her rich musk she smiled at him and looked at his rock hard cock.
“looks like somebody had a little fun”, she cooed softly and sat right next to him. This time she spoke out loud instead of telepathically. He wondered if she had watched him the entire time. “Yes I have” she hummed “Flying overhead” He blinked at her.
“God’s your beautiful,” he spoke softly. “M.my name is Isaac what’s yo…” His voice trailed of as she laid her chin on his shoulder. Two silvery-blue arms encircled him from behind, drawing him close against her soft scaly chest. He let out a small, shivering moan and closed his eyes.
Who is this beautiful and mysterious female dragon that is really pleasuring Isaac out.
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