Dragon Gwendolyn

First among them was the valiant Prince Guillaume of Galcondra. Fair in hair and fair in heart, he was born to lead. Even when his family was ousted from power by a wicked usurper, he would not be robbed of his destiny. Charismatic, clever, and with a wit as sharp as the steel by his side, he was able to rally his people, storm the palace, strike down the tyrant, and take back what was rightfully his! His kingship was close, so close her could nearly feel the hefty weight of the crown on his head and the comfy goose-down plush of his throne on his handsome posterior. But he was missing one thing. One very vital thing that every man must have by his side before he can become king.

Watching his back was the brave Sir Merek the Brave. Clad in shining steel armor that he kept polished to a mirror sheen without a squire (somehow), he was a warrior of great renown. Many terrifying foes had fallen by his blade; hundreds of bloodthirsty bandits, dozens of fearsome monsters, seven wicked demons, and one very mean-looking windmill. Selfless, strong, and ruggedly handsome, there was nary a man, woman, or child who hadn't heard tales of his many victorious deeds. But still, Sir Merek couldn't help but think there was something missing in his life. Something that would bring him more victory than a thousand won battles.

Last and most certainly least was the cunning rogue, Daniel the Deathly, and never was a man more cutthroat and devious than he! He stole from the rich, gave a smidgeon to the poor just to keep them quiet, and kept the rest for himself, and no prize was too rich for his tastes. He pilfered gold coins, precious gemstones, ruby-encrusted brooches, and delicious sweet rolls with frightening regularity. But the things that Daniel loved to steal more than anything else were hearts. With a flourish and a sexy wink, maidens fair would swoon into his arms left and right, completely enraptured by his handsome devilry. But no matter how many hearts he took, Daniel could never be satisfied. For he knew there was always a greater prize just over the horizon. And he would not settle for anything less than the valuable prize imaginable.

How they met is a long tale fraught with peril, hardship, and a few stubbed toes. But the important thing was that they were all drawn together to fulfill a common goal: to find a rescue the fairest princess in all the land! Or at least the best one they could find. And as they marched along the road, as they had been doing for many weeks now, they saw it: a great ivory tower rising up in the distance. Their journey...was finally nearing its end!

"Finally, we have done it! Finally, the princess we have been seeking is finally in sight! Our journey...is finally nearing its end!" Guillaume cheered with absolute finality and redundant aplomb.

"Do not be so sure, your Excellency," said Merek, who was swift to draw his sword. "They say a witch dwells in these parts. If she is around, and she finds us, we will have a fierce battle on our hands."

"Witches aside," said Daniel, who was idly balancing a dagger on his fingertip, "there's still ONE niggling, insignificant little detail we haven't yet considered: who's actually gonna' get the little lady? There's only one princess in that there tower, and I don't think she's going to want to split her time up between us three. Gods know I'm in no mood to either."

"The answer is simply quite simple, Daniel," said Guillaume. "If the princess is indeed a princess, then 'tis only proper she accept the gracious hand of a prince. The prince being I, of course, the valiant and heroic Prince Guillaume IV, Fourth in His Name, and Hero of Galcondra!"

"You may be the Hero and Crown Prince of Galcondra for casting down the Usurper Baron Varon von Valdour," said the knight, "but how well known are you in the duchy of Melgin? Or the Enrian Republics? Or Wine Valley? Any man can kill a king or a usurper, but how many can bring down a Cyclops, a Griffin, or a Knight of Hel? The lovely Princess Gwendolyn deserves a strong and humble champion, and there is no champion stronger and more humble than I!"

"Bah!" scoffed the unimpressed Daniel as he sheathed his blade. "The only thing you both prove is that you're damn good at killing things. But how is that going to translate into making the lady happy in the home? Or in the bed? After being cooped up in that tower, let me tell you what she seeks more than anything else: freedom and adventure! And that's what she'll get when she falls for me!"

"You may be a talented sneak-thief, but you are no less of a dishonorable knave," said Merek. "What you call adventure, society calls petty crime. And we all know a lady as fair as Princess Gwendolyn deserves better than to sleep in the gutter wondering when she'll get her next meal because she can't afford a crust of bread."

"Now, now, my friends and Daniel! There is no need to argue just yet. Behold, we are but minutes away from our destination...!"

The heroes' argument was cut short when the tower suddenly exploded.

***

Oooh, Gwendolyn really wished she hadn't done that. The concoction was so bitter on her tongue, it hurt, and it didn't taste any better going down her throat. It was all the naked princess could do to keep herself from gagging as the congealed mass slithered its way down her esophagus. Things didn't get better when it hit her stomach like a punch to the gut, which was enough to send her toppling to the floor. This time, she couldn't suppress her gagging, but she made absolutely sure not a drop of liquid squeezed its way back up to her mouth and out her lips.

Keep it down...must keep it down...must keep it down!

"UURRRGGGHHH!"

She punched the floor. Once. Twice. Three times! Gods, her stomach burned; it felt like someone struck a flint in it and set it ablaze. But she had to endure. It was a natural part of the process. It would be painful, initially. Spells as powerful as this always were. Especially when they caused as great a change to the body as this one promised. But it would all be worth it. It had to be. She had a lot riding on this!

And like a hammer...the discomfort stopped. The burning sensation ceased, and for a few seconds, Gwendolyn felt normal. As if she hadn't drank anything at all.

It would be the last time she ever felt such a sensation.

Small pinpricking feelings began to flare up here and there on the princess' body. On her left shoulder blade, her stomach, the small of her back, her medium-sized breasts, her thighs, her right forearm. It took only a cursory glance to reveal why: her creamy white skin was disappearing inch by inch as more and more stormy blue scales sprouted over it like blooming flowers. They were by no means painful, just peculiar, like being tickled with an iron nail.

Gwendolyn took a deep breath. It was beginning.

The scales spread. Both ways down her arm, in circles around her nipples, spreading across her thighs and working their way around her buttocks. But that wasn't the only change Gwendolyn was experiencing. From the inside, she could feel herself...stretching almost. Like her bones were growing thicker and longer within her flesh...she gasped! That was exactly what was happening, at least in her feet. Everything about them was lengthening, looking sharper and more spindly. Her toes in particular expanded at a rapid pace, elongating along the flood at sinister angles as her toenails grew longer, curvier, and blacker. Had the princess been wearing shoes, they most certainly would have burst into a thousand pieces, unable to hold the great bird-like talons her feet were becoming.

But it was no mere bird that she was becoming.

Gwendolyn's focus on her feet shattered as a pleasurable shudder wracked over her form. Scales were beginning to slither down the delicate flesh in her heart-shaped derriere, which had always been smooth and sensitive from a lifetime of being around soft plush cushions. It wouldn't be so smooth anymore as scales formed on both of the princess' round cheeks. She couldn't help but giggle at the sensation, which was very ticklish, especially as the scales began to work their way down the cleft between her buttocks. Nothing had ever touched her down there like that before. And most likely, nothing else ever would.

That wasn't the only erogenous zone being affected. Scales were spiraling in tighter circles on her breasts, where the skin was getting increasingly more sensitive. Her rosy pink nipples stood erect and in stark contrast to the growing field of azure surrounding them. They too turned a dark shade of cobalt as the scales encircled the areolas, and as they did so, small pinpricks of electricity seemed to dance off the hardened nubs. It was enough to make the princess shudder again and give them a nice, healthy pinch with her fingers.

"Mmmmm, that feels so nice."

At last, scales began to work their way down to her mound, forming small triangular shapes that almost seemed to point towards her womanly slit as the blond hair above it began to flake off, leaving it bare and beholden. The little flash of pink peering from within too turned an especially dark shade of blue as more changes overcame Gwendolyn down there. As did more tingles.

"Ahhh, that's so nice. But I wonder...how...do I look?"

Pushing herself up to a standing position, Gwendolyn couldn't help but waver a little as she stood to her full height. It wasn't an unfamiliar stance; as a princess, high heels were the only kinds of things she could put on her dainty little feet, meaning she spent a lot of her time effectively walking around on her toes. No heels were required here though; her feet had taken on a digitigrade structure that forced her to stand on her tiptoes. But it was different from the heels Gwendolyn had grown up wearing. Those were always tight and confining, bunching her toes up into a sharp little point at the end. These feet were far more free. Her elongated toes spread every which way, and the princess couldn't help but be amused at how much surface area of the floor she could feel with them while her soles and heels freely tasted the air. Even walking felt more natural, something that became apparent as she took her first step.

I could grow to rather enjoy this, she thought as she walked to her mirror, maintaining a very feminine swagger in her scaly hips even as her talons clicked on the floor.

She certainly rather enjoyed the sight that greeted her in the mirror. Even though her feet were notably more monstrous, Gwendolyn otherwise still had her graceful figure everywhere else. She still had her slender arms, she still had her trim stomach, she still had her wide hips that gave her body an ideal hourglass shape, and her breasts were as nice and bouncy as ever! She was just now nearly covered in shimmering scales, and had a lot more blue going on, particularly in her nipples and sex.

About the only part of Gwendolyn that wasn't covered in scales was her face, but even that wouldn't be the case for long. Waves of blue were steadily crawling up from her jawline and down from her scalp. The only part of her face that wouldn't be blue would be her eyes, which had shifted to a brilliant golden hue with long, slit-shaped pupils. They matched her hair very nicely, which was largely unchanged as it hung halfway down her naked back.

Gwendolyn licked her lips hungrily at the sight, quite enjoying the sight of her body transforming before her. Something about it made her feel hot, hotter than she ever felt reading some of the steamier romance stories in this tower. It was enough to make her loins tingle. Idly, the princess groped a scaly breast in one hand, and ran the other one down the groove of her sex. Her nipple was suitably hard, and there was a hint of dampness in her slit. Gwendolyn grinned. It was nice that even as she took on a more beastly form, some parts of her were still working as normal.

"It feels divine," she whispered as the last bits of fair skin vanished from her face. It was over; Gwendolyn's humanity was gone, buried under an expanse of hardened blue scales. No one would ever consider her a princess if they saw her, and no one would dare expect her to act like one. But the former princess knew her change was far from complete, partially because the book said there would be more physical changes, and partially because she could feel them coming!

Like how her teeth were sharpening in her mouth, and how her canines were growing longer into fangs. Or how little horn-like protrusions were beginning to sprout just above her eyes to signify her new eyebrows. Or how she was tingling more intensely in her sensitive spots. Or was that because she was squeezing her breast more firmly? Flicking her azure nipple more frequently? Running her finger deeper into her slit, stroking her swollen clit with circular motions, harder, faster, with increasingly wetter sounds—

"Ahhhhhhhhh...ahhhh...AHHHH!"

Her orgasm came out in several bursts, and each one was enough to make her whole body jolt where it stood. Her talons dug notches into the floor, her breasts bounced, and things...moved in and on her head and lower back. Gwendolyn dared to open her eyes to see what was happening, and was delighted to see she sprouted a few new things while she wasn't looking. On either side of her head, two ram-like horns spiraled out from her golden mane, and from her forehead, a single larger horn extended skyward, curving only a little at the end. And on her lower back, just above her behind, a long slender tail whipped back and forth as if it had a mind of its own! Like the rest of her body, it too was covered in blue scales, and it was crowned with a spade-like tip at the end.

The spell had worked! It had transformed Gwendolyn, changing her from an ordinary helpless princess into a mighty dragon-girl! And it was awe—

"Wait," she said as she started to realize something wasn't quite right about her new form. Something was off. "Where are the wings?"

The wings! They were the whole reason she even underwent this transformation in the first place. Where were they? Gwendolyn turned around to look at her back through the mirror, see if there was something, anything, growing back there. She saw an expanse of blue scales, a more defined tone in her muscles, her pretty tail waggling back and forth in agitation, her tightly clenched buttocks, a hint of some moisture dripping down her legs...and nothing else. Not so much as a tiny little bump on either of her shoulder blades.

Gwendolyn wanted to cry. She was close. She had been so close! She destroyed her room gathering all the reagents for the transformation potion, went through the trouble of brewing it, choked it down, changed herself into a monster, likely for good...and she was still a prisoner in this tower! This was, this was...this was bullshit, to use a crass commoner word.

"It's not fair!" she wailed, throwing herself onto the bed. "It's not fa-AAAHHH!"

BOOM! The bed almost immediately collapsed under her weight, its legs snapping off and flying into separate directions as the mattress crashed through frame, taking the dragon girl with it. Bewildered, Gwendolyn pushed herself to her clawed feet. What brought that on? Why did her bed suddenly break like that?

She only had a few seconds to ponder that conundrum before her head suddenly bumped into something very hard. "OW!" she cried, instinctively craning her neck and rubbing the throbbing skin up there? "What was that all a...bout..."

The dragon girl trailed off as another realization dawned on her. The floor was looking a lot more distant than she was used to seeing, and the ceiling was looking a lot closer. "Am I...growing?" A sudden upward jolt sent her poor head crashing into the ceiling again. "Ow!"

The scaly princess dropped to all fours, not wanting to suffer another concussion anytime soon, but she quickly realized that wasn't going to do her much good. She was still growing. Her talons scraped into the stone tiles of the floor as her legs grew longer, a startled whip of her tail sent one of her armoires crashing to the ground, and before she knew it, her head was zooming dangerously close to the wall. Thankfully, Gwendolyn was ready that time, and avoided hitting her head against it as she underwent another growth spurt, but it was a temporary reprieve. She was still growing, bigger and bigger, and this chamber was getting more and more cramped by the minute.

"How long...will this keep going?" she groaned pushing her head up and wincing at the sound her horn made as it scraped against the wall. This was...not what she thought would happen. The spell said nothing about growth. Not that she imagined that was outside the realm of possibility, considering how big dragons purportedly were, but this was not something she considered. Gwendolyn didn't want to be big, she wanted to fly! She wanted to spread her wings and leave this dreadful tower behind once and for all.

There was a sudden crack beneath her, and a groan all around that sounded much like the wailing cries of a beast of burden that was too weighed down to keep walking. That could mean only one thing, and that one thing caused two conflicting thoughts to circle through the dragon girl's head. One was that she was not looking forward to the pain she was about to endure.

And the other was a relieved sense that maybe she would be able to escape from the tower after all. Just not in the way she intended.

***

The three brave heroes bravely fell backwards as the tower before them exploded! Chunks of great stonework and enchanted masonry flew into every direction and rained upon the ground. How not a single pebble so much as hit the prince, the knight, and the questionably dashing rogue would be a riddle for the ages. But when they finally recovered from their surprise and braved a look up, Guillaume, Merek, and Daniel were struck dumb by the sight that greeted them.

A great creature was sprawled on the spot where the tower once stood. A creature covered head to toe in sapphire scales, with horns on its head, a great tail that stretched out over the horizon, and great bestial feet marked by claws that looked like they could cut through steel like butter. It was surely a monster to be feared. And yet, something about it was quite enchanting. Maybe it was the golden locks that spilled from its head, the oddly supple feminine figure it sported with its somewhat widened hips, the bubbly behind, and sizeable bosoms on its chest that stirred feelings of confusion in their loins, or the fact that its oddly human-looking face looked more startled and confused than genuinely monstrous.

"Ha-hok-kok-kok-kok!"

And she was coughing! Quietly of course, or at least as quietly as a giantess could cough, while she shook dust and debris from her form.

Guillaume was the first to speak. "Is that..."

"...A dragon?" said Merek, finishing his companion's thought.

"It can't be...it looks so humanly...human."

"And graceful."

"And gorgeous."

"And regal."

"I'd take her," said Daniel. The knight and prince shot him with a confused glance. "What? Don't act like neither of you would. Look at her! You said it yourself: she's gorgeous, and graceful, and regal, and completely naked!"

"I never said that!" protested the valiant prince.

"An-and I would do no such thing!" said the knight in as resolute a tone as he could muster. Sadly for him, everything about his face said otherwise. His cheeks had turned red as that last fact became abundantly clear to him, especially when he noticed the pair of very blue and very un-reptilian nipples capping both of the dragon girl's breasts. "I am a knight! It is my job to slay fearsome monsters, not lay them. Marry them! I meant marry them!"