Author's Note: This story contains a very demanding woman, a horny dragon, human-to-beast transformation, breeding, and more. All characters are over 18, and none were harmed in the writing of this piece. It is not necessary to have read the previous installments in this series, however, doing so may give you some background on repeat characters. ©WednesdaysCoffin2019. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior authorization in writing from the author.
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Sneakered feet trudged along a path that meandered through the woods as Mother sat in the third tier of branches in a gigantic oak. In the distance, she could peek through the foliage and spy her drake waiting patiently for his reward. The dragon was being an utter bitch. When a dragon needs to rut, a dragon clearly needs to rut and that was the crux of the problem: her pet necessitated sexual release and few females would be able to accommodate such a beast.
The young jogger paused to trot in place, sipping from a water bottle as she ran in a tiny circle. Auburn curls bobbed around her head in a well-secured ponytail as she continued to move without ceasing. Her deliciously feminine figure was a perfect hourglass with full breasts that bounced inside her white sports bra, and thick thighs that cupped her luscious rump. Yes, now Mother understood the male obsession with what human's called yoga pants: they formed around the derriere like a glove of henesteform.
Mother admired the female, a stunning representation of her human gender, one who was cut from the cloth of Morvana's unduilleia. Considering, Mother allowed her tiny feet to swing through the autumn breeze. A human such as this would not be able to sate her pet's frantic needs, and to attempt such would only kill the pitiful being. She would have to consider beginning her project early if she chose to gift this female wings.
As droplets of spring water cascaded down between the jiggling globes atop the female's chest, Mother chewed on her bottom lip in an alarmingly human response to the visual stimulus. Still undecided and frustrated with her lack of certainty, Mother allowed her form to gracefully tumble from the branch and land in a whisper-soft flutter of white robes. All this and the female still shrieked, jumping back and raising her hands in defense.
"Do not fear," Mother cooed in her creamy alto as she held her dainty hands up in surrender. Her robes flowed around her voluptuous form in a breeze that radiated from within, and she pressed a sincere and welcoming smile to her supple, peach lips. "I am your Mother," she began as she paced around the female specimen. "With only the most flawless creatures earning their rightful place among my collection, my menagerie is the finest upon this ball of rusty soil. My pets are crafted of the most exquisite finery, exemplary representations of their individual species and prepared to breed more of my children. While I will not take you as a pet, child, I do require your servitude."
Large doe eyes of lavender widened as the female's lips pursed in confusion. Her movements ceased as she lowered her hands to her sides, her water bottle tucked into a belt accentuating her fertile hips. "I didn't get a lick of that," she frowned, shaking her head. "You're what?"
Mother took this opportunity to lean into the female's personal space, her aquiline nose hovering beside the human's slender neck as she inhaled slowly. Cucumber melon scented body wash fought to cloak the smell of juniper and the snows of Asparj that sat like a heady musk upon the skin: her womb was ripe and her health was strong, and this female might survive. "Lovely," she licked her top lip seductively but did not step back.
"Look," the female jammed fists onto her rounded hips and huffed. "I would appreciate it if you'd take a step back and let me pass. Whatever it is that you're selling, I'm not interested."
The guffaws of a Sinsifinch erupted from Mother's lips as she took a graceful step backward. Her pendulous breasts heaved with laughter as she shook her head slowly, her lush mane of white-blonde locks tumbling about her flawless form. "Oh, my sweet child, you misunderstand me. There is no choice for you," she smiled. Spotlighted by a ray of harsh sunshine that slashed through the canopy and alighted the dry, crunching leaves at her bare feet, Mother offered a sadistically sweet grin to her newest acquisition. "You have kept your body in excellent condition, and for this I thank you. Your spongy womb is ripe for a seeding and my pet is prepared to fulfill this need. But first, there must be some alterations or you are apt to suffer tremendously."
Mother snapped her fingers and the female's pupils dilated in horror. Suddenly, she stood in the center of an immense meadow, wild grasses tickling at her hips and a massive beast blocking out the sun. Easily over fifteen feet, the silver abomination glowed with a magical aura that formed a halo around its mammoth figure. Wings like that of a mythical creature folded around the monster, cradling it in an embrace of its own making, and ghastly black horns stood with pride atop its head.
It screeched and the sound went straight through the female, bowing her spine and sending a wave of nightmarish dread across her skin. Mother nodded to her pet. "Yes, she will do."
Staring up into a scaled snout adorned with lethal fangs, the human screamed to relay her panic. Mother laughed. "Oh female, you are quite ridiculous. He is a gorgeous example of his species, a robust male Hexellia draconica. Quite ready to breed and begin a new era for this Earth. Quit your melodramatic utterances before I cut out your tongue!"
Unable to move, the female stood like a trembling statue as she watched the breathtakingly unnatural woman pace in a languid circle around her. "Hmm, yes," Mother observed as she assessed her canvas. Stepping in front of the human, she raised her right hand and sprouted a three-inch talon from her middle finger, much like a switchblade. Smirking, she flicked her wrist and slashed at the female's sports bra. The offending garment tumbled to the ground, unleashing a pair of ample breasts tipped with thick brown nipples.
The beast clicked its tongue happily and Mother nodded in agreement. "Yes, pet, I quite enjoy her breasts, as well. They are full and womanly, but she will lose them in the transformation."
This made the creature emit a series of clicks and squeals, to which Mother pursed her lips in thought. "Perhaps. Perhaps I can keep her in the balance, somewhere between her pathetic humanity and the enlightened form of your species. But she might suffer for this during the breeding, pet, and I am not entirely certain that her frail body will be able to nourish your offspring."
The dragon responded in a slow series of yowls and grunts, chuffing and rubbing its snout across Mother's back. She grinned. "Then it shall be done, pet. We shall make you a breeder and we shall hope upon the stones of Feginx she is hearty enough to survive her destiny. Now, only Morvana may control the cards of Lisprie and alter such a fate for this human vessel."
Eyes still wide with terror as she could hear the entire conversation but understood none of it, the female shivered across the expanse of her curvaceous form. When the mysterious woman in robes flicked her wrist, she crumpled to the ground, tripping over her own limbs. At this, the dragon's red, serpentine tongue lashed out and licked up her face, and she could have sworn the beast was smiling.
"Stay down," Mother warned her in her sultry tone. "You may begin your transformation, little human female. May that Morvana sees fit in her benevolence to keep you alive and allows the offspring to survive your flimsy human womb. If such is to be a reality, so begins the evolution of this Earth."
A scream of agony was wrenched from the human as she rolled in the dirt, her breasts quivering as her body convulsed. Her petite hands pressed over her beautifully effeminate face as she howled and rolled onto her side. Like a jackhammer to her skull, a pain was vibrating through her bones as her mind buzzed with fright. Shaking hands palpated her cheeks as the skin boiled and rippled, and then an explosion detonated as her jaw detached with a wet snap. Unable to cry out, she nearly fainted at the suffering brought on by her nose crunching, something snapping her septum like a dragon would a twig.
Failing to grasp what was happening to her, the female sobbed pathetically and howled in fear as her nose began to spew a steady stream of blood. It rained down into the grass and dirt, splashing onto her chest and leaving a red film in its wake. Her gums too began to leak plasma and her lips tingled with a sudden and confusing numbness. The feeling of a thousand evil migraines filled the cavity of her cranium like a drum beat and her heart began to race to keep pace.
Disbelieving, she watched as the button of her nose reshaped itself into an awkward, flat edge and then began to travel away from her face; inching forward, it elongated at a languid rate, creeping away from her confused and frightened pupils. The pain was that of being stretched too tight, of bones turning into a stew of wax, melting and reforming themselves into something they were never meant to be. Damp fear cascaded from her ducts to coat the tearing flesh, a cooling respite from the incendiary suffering. When all movement ceased, the new protuberance sat at the center of her face, a bold and regal snout that dwarfed a pair of tiny, panic-stricken human eyes.
She attempted to scream and a massive red tongue unfurled like a scroll from her beak, flopping in the grass and wildflowers and allowing her to taste the scent of October. Her fingers appraised her alteration cautiously, and she spit out a series of sounds that might have doubled as a deflating balloon. Pale and drawn across the planes of her altered facade, the human fussed, rolling onto her back and flailing her hands in the air dramatically.