Dragon Gwendolyn

"Yeah, just tell that to the Sirens we dealt with two weeks ago. You were totally going to 'propose' to that one with the red hair."

"I was magically enthralled by her voice! You know how sirens are!"

"You had a love letter in your hand that you were going to give her!"

"Knave, how dare you assume something so slanderous of a knight! You cannot even read!"

"Ohhhh, that hurt," the dragon girl moaned, rubbing her horned head with one hand, and her round posterior with the other. "My head hurts, and my feet hurt, and my tail hurts, and my behind hurts...why does growing have to be so painful?"

"Quiet, my friends and Daniel!" gasped Prince Guillaume. "She speaks!"

"Wish I could have just grown some wings instead," she continued. "That would have been so much more...con...ven...ient...AHHHH!"

The giant draconic woman gritted her teeth and clutched her sides, showing off her fangs and causing her great scaly breasts to jut out. The three heroes looked on in awe as she shook and trembled, her every muscle clenching and rippling with immense strain. Something was happening to her. Something big. But they couldn't be concerned about that, not when the largest pair of bosoms they ever saw were jiggling oh-so-tantalizingly in front of them! It was a sight none of them would ever forget.

"Uhhhhhh...ahhhhh...ohhhhhh" The sounds were almost as wondrous as well. Her moans were surprisingly sultry and erotic as they echoed across the valley. If they didn't know any better, they would have sworn she was in a state of great arousal. Actually, they did know better; her nipples were growing erect, sticking out of her breasts like two great spheres of azure!

"Ahhhh...ahhhhh...AHHHHHHHH!" and with one final shudder and cry of pleasure, the dragon girl screamed. From her back burst two great wings, each as long as a drawbridge, blue as a moonlit sky, and leathery as a brothel. The heroes nearly fell again at the sight.

For a moment, no one said anything. Not the valiant prince. Not the brave knight. And not the dashing rogue. They all stared transfixed at the great dragon who remained similarly silent.

Finally, after taking note of her wings, the giantess smiled widely and let out a great cheer. "I've got wings...I've got wings! Finally, I've got wings!" She stood up to her full height, stumbling slightly on one clawed foot, and showing her full figure off to the three heroes. "I can go anywhere, now. I can do anything. And no one can stop me!"

She flapped her wings. They blew a great gust of wind that was strong enough to send the three heroes sprawling for the umpteenth time. "No more waiting around for me. No more hoping for some brave hero to come to my rescue! From now on, Princess Gwendolyn is her own woman...her own dragon...her own dragon-woman! Whatever! Dragon Gwendolyn flies FREE NOW!" With a few more flaps of her wings, the draconic giantess, who apparently identified herself as Dragon Gwendolyn, took to the sky.

"What in the world?" exclaimed the valiant Prince Guillaume in a most decidedly not-so-valiant manner as he gazed at the great dragon woman as she flew in circles above them. "What is...who is...how is...what phenomenon were we just witness to?"

"If I was a betting man...and I am," said Daniel, "I would say that was our princess."

"That cannot be!" said the knight. "Princesses wear jewels and dresses! They don't prance around...naked!" Looking at the flying Gwendolyn overhead, he then added: "They also don't fly. Or have horns, tails, and scaly hides. And I seem to recall them being much smaller."

"Well, it didn't stop this one," said Daniel with a shrug.

"That is not important!" said Prince Guillaume. "The important thing is that the princess just seemingly turned into a monster, freed herself from her tower, and looks like she is about ready to fly off into the horizon any moment. What are we to do now?"

"Well, I would say this princess was a bust, unfortunately," said Daniel with a disappointed sigh. "A shame too, because I wouldn't have minded seeing how I'd fare with a dragon princess. I suppose we could try rescuing another one then. Like the one out east. What was her name...Princess Gwenevere or Genieve or something?"

"Princess Genevieve," Guillaume said with a wistful sigh. "Oh, how my heart longs for her! How I wish I could run my fingers through her black tresses!"

"I though she had red hair?" said Daniel.

"What does the color of her hair matter?" said Merek. "The important thing is that Princess Genevieve is clearly in danger. And as a noble knight, it is my sworn duty to rescue her!"

"Not before I charm the knickers off her!" said Daniel.

"You're both wrong!" said the valiant prince. "She is a princess, and as such, her hand is only worthy of a prince!"

And so the three mighty heroes set off. Princess Gwendolyn may have freed herself, but there were still plenty of princesses out there. One way or another, the heroes would accomplish their heroic duties, rescue a princess, and live happily ever after!

"Don't try pulling rank on us, prince! It didn't do you any good against the harpies!"

"Your words offend my honor! Need I challenge thee to a duel again?"

"You and what sword? The one that I'm holding right now?"

"THIEF!"

...Assuming they didn't kill each other fighting over her first.

***

Flying was amazing. It was like nothing Gwendolyn ever experienced before. She could roll in the sky, do flips in the air, fly in place, or simply just ride the winds. It was her first time to ever flap her wings, but it honestly felt like she had done it a thousand times.

She had done it! She had broken free from her prison. And she didn't need no stinking hero to save her. Oh, if only Cordelia could see this, could see the magnificent beast her captured princess had become. Gwendolyn was half-tempted to just wait around for the witch to return. Give the wretched woman a look at her magnificent new form before she crushed her into a fine red paste between her claws.

But Gwendolyn was through waiting. She just wanted to see the world for all its wonders, and now she could. She could go anywhere, do anything...

But where do I start?

Finally deciding to return to the earth, the dragon girl laid down on her back, wincing slightly as she accidentally sat on her tail, and started thinking. She was a dragon now...so what could she do? Could she go raid a village for sheep? No, she wasn't that hungry, though the thought of incinerating a few of the wool-producing little monsters did tickle her fancy. It was all their fault her pillows weren't the plush ones filled with goose feathers. And if sheep hadn't been around, then clothes as she knew them likely wouldn't have ever been invented either! If there were no sheep, then a princess like her would never have to worry about dressing all fancily ever again.

For that matter, if she ever found any silkworms around, she'd burn them too for the same reasons. No princesses should ever have to put up with the nonsense of silken dresses and ruffs and knickers and...

Gwendolyn's golden eyes lit up. Princesses? Dragons loved princesses! No dragon horde would ever be complete without a princess. If there was one thing she had learned throughout her career as a professional princess, it's that there were a lot of princesses in peril and they all needed to be rescued. Rescued from their captors, rescued from their prisons, and most of all, rescued from all those wretched, horrible clothes!

"That settles it!" she exclaimed, leaping to her feet with excitement and inadvertently shaking the earth in the process. "I shall go rescue me some princesses! So they will not suffer the same fate I had to undergo!" With a flap of her wings, the princess-turned-dragon girl took to the air again, and disappeared over the horizon, excited for her new journey.