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Converted Dragoness
Join Date: Mar 2012
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Rebirth She made it to the bottom a couple hours after dark, winding through the main trails carefully, stumbling a few times, but never falling. Rusty was nibbling at some grass near where she left her and whinnied when he smelled her. It was a smell he was programmed to avoid, but it was mixed with the smell of his caregiver, and in his confusion, she easily mounted him. After realizing he was in no danger, Rusty shrugged off his discomfort and galloped home, anxious to meet his mate Lissa and see if they could manage to get a foal this time. The weight of Arak?s gifts hardly registered to the powerful stallion, and they made it home as the sun began to rise. Exhausted, both mentally and physically, Kara didn?t bother to undress, she merely dropped the bag of treasures inside the front door, locked it, set the powder bag on the table next to her bed, and passed out. Arak watched her ride off from his perch up near the peak. He sighed moodily and licked his tail, trying to see if he could pry any more of those feminine juices from between his scales and finding none left. A shame. She had been quite the flesher, and the unexpected romance had greatly pleased him. It saddened him to see her go, he would have much liked to have her as his mate, but the estimates he had given her were a sham. He knew he had only hours left, yet he spent much of them watching her ride off and get home safely. Knowing she was safe, he slowly worked his way back to his home, pain wracking his body. He snorted angrily and gathered up all his treasures. Setting them down in a pile pained him, he prided himself on his neatness, but the time had come. He would not know in this life if his kind would survive, but if any life after this existed, perhaps he would find out there. Arak took well to this idea and with a final burst of flame, set his precious collection ablaze, watching it melt in a hot puddle of molten metal. He scooped it up and slowly began to apply it to his body, wincing as it burned past his scales, filling the cracks between them. He roared in agony and continued the death ritual. No one would see it, at least no one who could appreciate just how much dedication such a ritual took. Meant for other dragons and none left to appreciate it. Arak sighed and continued to apply the liquid metal, listening to it cool as it hit his cold scales. His sight flickered and his breathing became shallow. Gathering up the last of his melted possessions, he began to dribble it over his head and finally applied the last of the coating. As it began to harden, he curled up best he could, resting his graceful head on his golden claws. No longer able to see, he instead pictured the naked human, who had given him so much in his final hours, smiled, and hissed one word. Flaus. In the middle of her sleep, Kara rolled over, crying out in agony, writhing on the bed, and suddenly stilled and smiled. Her mouth opened, and the voice that came out was not her own, and in her dream, she heard him say it. Flaus. When she awoke she immediately knew he was gone. She cried for a few hours, throwing a few things in the beginning and then settling down and going outside to look up at his cave. She would visit and pay her respects regardless of her decision, but for now she would look up at the creature that had given her just as much as her father ever had. That beautiful, wonderful creature named Arak. She had gathered up the bag of powder and had gone outside to draw some water. Now she looked at it miserably. Sitting in the warm sun, she looked over at the mule in the nearby stable and glared at him. ?What Albert? Don?t look at me like that. It?s a hard choice, okay?? She stopped and looked at Albert, who seemed to be grinning. ?And now I?m talking to a dumbass mule, great.? Unsure of what to do, she set down the small bag and paced around it, closing her eyes and summoning a picture of Arak in her head. Then her father. She spoke at length with both, knowing neither was there but feeling their presence as a physical force. The moon was high in the night sky when she came to her decision. By now tears were streaming down her face again as she saw the images of her few friends, her dead family, and her one time scaly lover. Returning inside, she decided to wait until the next day, to make sure. She would go and try to talk to the few people she had quarreled with and left relationships unresolved. All her humanly ends would be severed, no regrets. She would be a beautiful dragoness and keep Arak, and her, species alive. As she twisted and turned in bed, attempting to sleep but finding it eluding her. After almost an hour of fruitless efforts she got up and stripped from her rough cotton clothes. There was no hesitation as she grabbed her cup of water and poured the powder into the cup, watching it fizz and send a couple sparks flickering out before settling back down. This gave her pause, but she took a deep breath and put her trembling lips to the cup, tilted it and let it slide down her throat as it worked to swallow the slightly viscous liquid. She gagged, but continued to down it, making sure there was nothing left at the bottom. With a little burp, she slammed it down and went over to her bed and awaited her fate. For almost an hour nothing happened, no tingling, no changes, nothing. She grew frustrated and began to pace nervously, wondering more and more if perhaps she had made her decision rashly and maybe she could simply go outside and stick a couple fingers down her throat and be done with this whole business. If given perhaps a few more minutes she might have gone this course, and dragons would fall into legend forever, never to return. As it was, she was not given any more time to think of turning back. She managed no more than two steps toward the front door when her body began to tingle, as a foot that has fallen asleep does. Numbness permeated every cell in her body, an act of kindness from Arak, a bit of numbing magic to protect her from the pain. Sluggishly she made her way to the bed again and flopped down onto it, working her jaw and rubbing her arms to try and get some feeling back in. For a moment she considered that the dragon had been toying with her, just another victim and he hadn?t really died, he would be outside, smirking and waiting until she couldn?t move so he could devour her whole and alive. But her mind knew this was not so, Arak was no more, the dragons were no more for this brief interlude, and she would be the one to usher them back in. A salty, coppery taste leaked into her mouth, and she furrowed her brows in confusion. There was a brief prick and something came loose. She opened her mouth and one of her teeth tumbled out, a bit of blood oozed down her lip. She gave a startled cry and felt another come lose, the taste of blood now filling her mouth as more and more teeth simply fell out and rattled to the floor. Her tongue probed the inside of her mouth, feeling the numbed cheeks register a bit of pressure. Suddenly some of the numbness was gone and was replaced instead by small pricks of pain. Kara was no stranger to pain, but each felt like a pinprick on her gum. Hesitantly, she reached inside her mouth and felt the tip of sharp teeth coming in and growing through her gums. On the verge of panic, she took in a deep breath, pausing to spit out another flat tooth, and pushed it back out, freeing her mind and feeling the panic settle down. As the small fangs began to push through, her skin began to itch. The itching was worse than the pinpricks by far, so she scratched at it and stared dumbly as a large, thin sheet of skin came off in her hand. But damn it felt so good, like scratching an itch at that small spot on your back you can never quite reach. Now with deep satisfaction she began to scratch all over her body, watching with fascination as her frail sheet-like skin began to peel away from her. With it went the exterior numbness, beneath that skin she could feel a smoother layer of scales. As she continued this strange rite, the tingling intensified along her arms, shooting into her hands. Her nails grew thick and downward over her fingertips, melding into the fleshy tips, which she tore away to reveal beautiful, glistening scales. They grew longer and thicker, tapering into a sharp point, nearly three inches long. No longer afraid, she now reveled in her transformation, accepting that this form was more beautiful than any human one. ?Flaus Arak, flausfather,? she whispered, and it came out as a hiss. She spat out the last of her teeth and ran her new claws over her scales, listening to the soft whisper that sent chills down her spine. As those chills swept down her spine, the tingling followed immediately behind them, pushing her tailbone out through her still human rear, tearing away a bit of the skin as her new tail grew and extended, gaining muscle and scales following soon after. Bits of her old body?s skin lay dangling on her still growing tail. Unlike Arak, her tail ended it in decisive point rather than a rounded knob. It whipped behind her of its own accord, knocking over a lamp, which, luckily enough, was not lit. Kara lumbered carefully to the door, trying to grip the handle and finding her new muscles to not be fully under her control. Instead she took a few steps back, aware now of the tingling spreading down her legs, and charged the door, tumbling through the flimsy food and onto the ground below her face first. She laughed, which instead came out as a huff as her vocal chords changed. Her insides churned and she felt ill and doubled over, placing her claws over her still flesh laden thighs, tearing small holes in the skin with her claws, and retched. A small burst of brilliant flame leapt from her mouth, startling her and Albert alike, who had been woken by the loud crash of the twisting shape of Kara through the door. Her feet now stretched. Once dainty toes grew longer, and the nails grew out, stretching nearly five inches from her more slender toes. As her feet grew longer, the skin tore easily, shredding it to pieces and leaving the tattered remains on top. There was a prick similar to the one in her mouth at the back of her foot. She twisted her head and saw a large spur growing out the back. Muscle was added on beneath her already muscular legs and this caused the skin to split and slide down as her thighs thickened with rippling muscle. Using her whole body, she shook vigorously to get the remains of the already torn skin off of her. She felt as though the moon was spotlighting only her, giving its blessing to her rebirth. In the light she could see the scales now. Over most of her body were soft blue scales, running down the length of her arms and legs. She brushed her stomach and revealed creamy white scales running down from the bottoms of her breasts to the inside of her crotch, an oval along her belly. She then brushed over her breasts, shivering at the touch of her smooth scales over perky nipples. The flesh ballooned out slightly, giving her profile a nice firm, round bump just above those glistening white scales. Her hands dwelled on her nipples for a moment before there was a slight tickling on her shoulders. Cautiously, she reached up, trying not to scratch her face, still covered in the skin of another life, and found a clump of hair sitting on her shoulder. She ran her hands over her head, shedding the remaining hair and feeling the gently wind atop her naked scalp. The only remaining skin now was over her head and her back, the rest shed in her metamorphosis. Her face tingled wildly as it began to push out. The flat human expression bulging and narrowing as it did. Her lips retreated and her mouth pushed together to form a narrow reptilian grin. She licked her tips and noticed her tongue had grown a little narrower while gaining some girth, as well as bifurcated into two tips. It slithered out almost four times longer than before. Suddenly the world began to focus in, small details on the side of the mountain she now stared at coming into view even from this distance. The color from her irises began to leak out, infecting the whites and turning them a glowing, emerald green. Her pupils narrowed and became narrow slits. She gaped at the marvel of this vibrant new world and wanted sorely to climb to the top and gaze down at everything and everyone. Her ears melded into the side of her head, leaving small holes that were coated with a thin membrane. In the distance she could hear her neighbors making love and she chuckled. Smells washed over her as her nose melted into the forming snout, leaving two large nostrils at its tip, sampling the air quickly as her chest heaved with growing excitement, her breath becoming rapid. The dirt, the animals, their food, her food, the remnants of her old human life, all no longer hers. She ran a clawed hand over the top of her head and felt two nubs growing. Expecting to feel two sharp tips, she was surprised as they spread backward in thin lines and grew out, forming twin fins. They extended beyond the base, growing back and free for the last few inches, growing little spines on their undersides that tickled the top of her head when they bobbed down to meet her scaled scalp. As her face finally finished pushing out, rounding out her sleek muzzle, her neck twinged as if she were having a muscle spasm. The world began to slowly drop away from her as it grew longer, pushing her view up another two feet as her neck narrowed into a slender, graceful tube, widening as it reached both her head and her torso. Rusty and Lissa were awake now too, whinnying quietly in fear even as Rusty?s cock was shoved deep within his mate. The smell of their arousal made Kara laugh in a deep rumbling voice tinged with a higher pitched undertone. Her voice had a deep lusty quality to it, the kind that makes men?s knees weak at just the sound. Her voice contained a passionate, less gravely noise as she spoke. ?Well,? she said to herself, running gleaming black claws over her skin, ?This is?? She was cut off by the strongest tingling so far. It caused her to double over as it assaulted her nether region. She had dared not touch this yet and saw the dark pubic hair was now gone, fallen out, and she slowly scraped the skin away from her entrance. The skin of her lips remained a pinkish color, but she saw it starting to turn a lighter red color as the scales crept over it, leaving a tiny slit in their wake. With a shaking hand, she curiously spread it open slightly, dipping a claw into herself and gasping as the pleasure burst through her like a bomb. Nothing had ever felt more pleasant and she moaned lowly, feeling herself getting wet, as her finger slid past the white scales and into her lusting self. Despite being out where anyone could see, she couldn?t help herself and thrust the claw in deeper, moaning louder as it pushed deeper into her very being. The tip of the claw brushed against her walls, feeling them to be tougher, while still remaining flexible and retaining their ability to cause her a great deal of satisfaction. No longer caring who saw, she slid in a second long finger and discovered her clit, rubbing it with the back of her claw slowly, gasping as juices trickled over her finger and down her leg. Her breathing became shallow and quick as she toyed with her rediscovered sex. Close to an orgasm, her whole body suddenly seized and she cried out, a larger burst of blue fire leaping from her mouth. She could feel, as well as hear, the remainder of her human skin split and slid off her back as her back twitched and small protrusions began to jut out. First one wing burst forth, stretching to full length behind her and then folding up just as the other one burst through and stretched out. Her body shook and the pleasure within her erupted like a supernova, her claws curled into the ground, leaving large holes as they punched through the soil. Her wings shot back out and began to flap wildly as ever nerve in her body lit up in ecstasy. For miles around people could hear her cries and a few lucky souls saw the tower of flame shoot up into the sky as Kara craned her neck and shot a blinding white inferno straight up. Juices flowed freely down her leg, cascading over her hand and coating her scales with a glittered sheen as the moonlight doused her with its glow. For a few seconds, or maybe hours, or maybe years, she stood panting and grinning, revealing her sharp teeth and forked tongue as it snaked out and licked her lips. Her eyes closed and she slowly removed her hand, moving to the pump and carefully washing herself off, but not before she got a taste, curious as to what she might discover. It was pleasantly sweet while also seemingly spicy, it burned inside her mouth and she realized steam was rising off her as she covered herself with water. If she hadn?t realized how hot she was before, she did now. Kara made a mental note of that and went back inside, ducking to keep from hitting her head on the frame of the busted door and grabbed the few treasures Arak had gifted to her before she left. She made to leave and then stopped. She turned and looked sadly back at the house of her family. The house of Orina lay in a state of near perfection, minus the broken lamp on the floor. There was one last treasure she needed to take. Walking carefully over to the bookshelf, willing her tail to be still for just a few moments, she grabbed the book that had once hidden a map that changed Kara?s world. Inside were drawings, pictures of magnificent dragons and stories not of knights defending the realm, but of a time of peaceful coexistence between the two races. It was then that Kara vowed she would attempt to mend that broken peace, for the sake of her father, and for the sake of her one time lover Arak. She reached up and grabbed a picture of her family that had been drawn when she was just a child. Husband and wife sat casually on a couch, while two children smiled restlessly and played with their toys. A big grin was splashed over the man?s face, and his wife?s head was rested on his shoulder. The kids sat at their feet, so easily satisfied by the few toys that lay near their feet. A reminder of her old life, one she would never forget, but one she now would leave behind as she began a life anew as the last dragon, a beautiful, graceful dragoness, hybrid of two fathers, one of flesh, the other of scale. These two things she added to the sack, which she carefully tied around her neck as she stepped back outside. Kara considered the animals. Albert seemed frightened but resigned. Rusty, now dismounted from his trusty mate, backed up with Lissa and made frantic noises. She had loved these animals for years, and even though their smell elicited a primal hunger in her, she instead broke their pens and stepped back, whispering words of affection in her low tone and turned toward the mountain. She owed this mountain a visit. Arak, no matter what state, deserved to see his daughter in magic. Bunching up her legs and haunches, she pushed off the ground, flapped her wings, and soared off into the night sky, streaking upward like a rocket and into a new life
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Karen = The Editor = Last edited by The Editor; 05-18-2012 at 08:39 PM. |
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