Continue reading “NEW OATH”
RIBBIT RIBBIT
For those just tuning in, we join Sallya on her adventure to reunite the Crystal Kingdom. So far, she has gathered three of the mirror shards and once all seven are brought back together she can reassemble the Shadow Mirror and save the kingdom. Unfortunately, Sallya was currently not headed towards the fourth shard.
Continue reading “RIBBIT RIBBIT”GWEN’S VESTIGE
A short story of where things might go. Gwen, the android, is brought to a strange place where demons took their technology to be repaired. In there, Gwen rediscovers who she really is.
Art by: https://x.com/monstrifex
Proofread by: https://x.com/Sleepymancer
Continue reading “GWEN’S VESTIGE”STARSHINE
Introducing Desda Astrae, an idol who has taken the world by storm with her warm personality and deep lyrics. Mandy is looking forward to seeing her concert soon, if only she wasn’t stuck doing deliveries to make enough money to upgrade her PC. With any luck maybe the stars have other plans for her~
The icon art was done by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/puptini/ who also designed Desda and helped bring her to life. Thank you so much for your hard work.
Continue reading “STARSHINE”Selfmade Mana
Strapped for cash and curious to boot, a mage decides to allow a strange experiment to be conducted on himself to see if the properties or a rare variety of honeypot ant that produces mana potion can be imbued in him to greatly expand his magical capabilities. He was probably just not aware for where the mana potion would be stored. Contains a gradual journal of corruption, big sloshing blue tits, and a witty mage losing some of his wit.
Continue reading “Selfmade Mana”We Dream The Moon
Originally featured in the excellent erotic art book by Monstrifex: https://monstrifex.itch.io/beasts-within where it is superbly formatted and accompanied by a soundtrack I wrote for the project.
A woman named Shama is hired to investigate and infiltrate a strange enigmatic cult known as The Astral Watchers in order to recover a noble woman who has been kidnapped by these strange witches. She uses her social skills to persuade and deceive her way into the cult only to discover the dark grip their focus has and how easily one can be converted from apathetic to fully enraptured. The moon sings a sweet song so few can hear, what if you were to open your ears to it and join it in resonating?
Continue reading “We Dream The Moon”Out of The Smoke
Goblins are lucky and difficult to defeat and spread like wildfire. Catgirls are adventurers and very unlucky! When the two meet what do you get? Two more goblins.
Commissioned by Sabrith of course
Thumbnail art is by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/chesshire88/
WARM METAL
The New Sister
Dragon Domination
Queen’s Grace: Lair of The Dracotaur
HALF REP
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43623032 – Art and link to the Artist Puptini!
Continue reading “HALF REP”DEMON IDOL TRANSFORMATION
EUPHORIC ORBIT
A TRANSFORMATION STORY IN SPACE ABOUT TWO DUDES BECOMING TWO BUSTY BOY SPACE FURRIES IN SPACE! COMMISSIONED BY NILL
Green construction grade lasers slid through the crater ridden plates of the ship. With a steady hand, the space suit clad floating worker created a well practiced and manageable slice from this hulking armor. In the void of space he was easily able to use his gravity manipulator device on his glove to wrap the extracted shard in a thin veil of blue and move it to the side. It fluttered steadily along, floating absently in the void until it neared an active ship that looked just as abandoned as the one the man was salvaging. It automatically reached out a pair of metallic limbs and grabbed on to the metal place. Then, it lifted it towards the heavy bin attached to the ship filled with dozens of equal shape and congruent sized panels.
CHRK. CHRK. The metal arms froze half-rise. The man groaned. His black metal boots shot a hiss of blue plasma and hurriedly floated him back to the apparatus. “God damn it Gwin the things broken again!”
An audible static hiss sounded over the man’s speaker. Gwin cleared his throat on mic and said, “Well, give it another start. We’ll swap ships before we leave.”
“Fair, fair. Alright, give me a sec!” He floated the rest of the way to the device and took out his multi device. He slid the holographic portion inside one of the joints and twisted. The fallback immediately started and the broken works refound their grounding. It spun once or twice and made the most concerning noise a ship could make before finally raising the metal the rest of the way. With the only satisfying click in the entire process, the scrap was stored in the bin and the lid sealed.
A fair deal of the salvaged ship still remained, but it was considered pretty rude to take the whole thing in the free zone. Contract jobs, sure, go ham, but this stuff should always be treated delicately. The only time it was acceptable to take on a whole ship was if you were swapping.
The door to the ship opened with a pressure releasing hiss. Then, the exterior door shut behind it. The man released his helmet and set it aside. He had short pink hair with cute bangs and a little extra length on the sides. He’d be easy to mistake with, well, most girls at bars around these parts. The interior door of the air lock opened and inside was a slightly buff dude with short blonde hair with shaved sides and a short top. He was gruffer looking, a little scar on his cheek and eye giving him a charm point that was hard to deny, at least in bars around these parts.
“Hey,” The blond man, Gwin, said. “Yeah, we definitely are done with this ship. We burned through half our fuel just idling. That should’ve lasted us another two jumps.”
“Good riddance honestly, this one just sucked,” The pink haired man sighed and laid on the old couch in the living quarters. “Fuck this sucks,” He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked over at Gwin with a sigh. “The places we’ve been salvaging haven’t been all that good either. Let’s jump to the next site and see if they actually have a ship worth grabbing.”
Gwin nodded and headed for the controls at the front of the ship. “Sure thing boss, you write the checks.”
The ship prepared to enter hyper space. The pink haired man, Elis, sat up and buckled in. Metallic groans filled the air. The ship itself braced as the engines swirled to life and soon everything faded out and THWOOOOOOOOO—
–OOOOOOSH!!! They arrived! The ship orbited outside a space station covered in faded neon lights and abandoned broken hallways like the stump arms of a statue. The pair boarded the ship and worked with one of the androids aboard.
Unfortunately, with their current budget, there was but a single ship that suited their needs. Elis’s jaw dropped when the android showed them the interior. Pink carpet and dark black tile. A literal minor stage near the center back of the habitation with a stripper pole that reached the ceiling and shimmered like a mirror. Besides that, the interior was retro. Older TV, older couched, gaming consoles from way before either of the twos’ time.
“Well…” Elis smiled nervously and looked over at Gwin. Gwin shook his head.
“Just for a bit. Then we scrap it.” Gwin walked inside, not amused. Elis followed closely behind.
He knew how to cheer his friend up, focus on the practicals and the positives. “Hey hey, look! Says here that the ship has a minor adaptation system! They stopped trying to make those after the Titan Mall Crisis!”
“The space mall that turned everyone inside it into—”
“Yeah, that one! I always wanted an adaptive habitat. It means the ship AI will be paying attention to everything we do and make adjustments. Like turn the heat up in the morning and down at night. Or maybe make the mattress a bit firmer! It’s nanotech!”
Ah, the old catchall. Nanotech was basically magic a hundred or so years ago. But then The Second Titan Mall Criss came and… Well, needless to say it wasn’t as employed as it used to be.
With their new ship in tow the duo took to space. It took a bit for Gwin to get a handle on the engines and for Elis to figure out how to get their salvaging tech on the ship, but once they got the hang of it they were fairly confident they could handle this new ship.
Elis, however, was very pleased the next day at their first stop when the pair got to see the exterior. “Look!” He pointed at the rigging for the storage. “The arms got fixed!” Elis activated it and they watched as the first time in forever that the scavengers arms ceaselessly and smoothly followed their tracks and successfully clicked in place.
“Wow!” Gwin put an arm on Elis’s shoulder and tugged him in close for a playful squeeze. “Hah! Damn, nanotech really had its uses!”
“Damn straight!” Elis nuzzled his helmet against Gwin’s pec. Gwin laughed and fiercely pushed Elis away, letting him do a full rotational float.
“Alright, alright, get away from me, you can’t get that close,” But Gwin was laughing all the while. The pair went off to their stations.
Gwin floated off to one of the smaller ships while Elis was off on his own with a larger one they were going to salvage. They were mostly grabbing hull for now since freezone ships usually already have all their hyper valuables and weightless mechanisms stripped away. Gwin raised his laser saw and sliced through a segment of the smaller ship’s hull. He held the laser forward but felt a certain tension.
It started at his chest but the feeling of a squeeze, of a warm pain spread across his arms and ached in his upper arms. He was hesitating to keep himself focused as he felt something else… The warmth where Elis had rubbed against him. For some reason he couldn’t get his mind off that. He grumbled and finished slicing a sloppy rectangle with a few too many corners and slanted lines.
No, no, he wasn’t thinking that way was he? He used his gravity bit to grab the plate and slowly brought it over to the ship.
All the while, Elis had gotten through a few plates fresh from the ship. He was focused, perhaps a little too focused. He finished the last plate and turned to bring it over to the ship.
“Hey!” Gwin waved as Elis came over. “Good work, wow that’s more plates than usual!”
“Just in a good mood I guess!” Elis smirked. He turned quick, intending to get right back to it. Gwin’s eyes darted down…
Elis was back at the ship, slicing away another few plates. But Gwin… He was alone with his ship, plasma cutter floating next to him, suspended and clung to his suit with a loose strap tied around his suit. His gloved hands pushed against his space suit at the crotch.
Was… was Elis’s butt always that nice? Like, yeah they saw a lot of each other, but it wasn’t always that perky right? Elis had been working out lately and had changed his diet up a bit. Elis used to be a spoiled rich kid and now he was lithe and pretty and… Gwin struggled with his thoughts and the tension in his chest was getting concerning.
Elis wasn’t doing much better, but he was working much harder. “That praise… felt so nice!” He huffed so hard he fogged up his visor. “I need to impress him even harder! I want him to be proud of me!” He rushed back over to the ship with his heavy pile of plates. He placed it in front of the ship to be grabbed and flew back as quick as he could to the ship to get back to slicing. As he floated through space he noticed his suit was hugging him way tighter than usual. Well, he had been sneaking a few more snacks lately…
Eventually the pair returned, both worked up too much in their own directions to say anything. A thousand thoughts raged in their eyes as they boarded the ship. It was pretty hard to relax when the ship you entered had a stripper pole dead center. Elis would normally strip right out of his space suit but he was trying to hide the thing throbbing between his legs that he swore he could feel reach his belly button. Gwin was much the same.
“I need to um…”
“Yeah, um…” Gwin turned and darted for the control room. Elis darted for the bathroom.
Fuck! He normally didn’t like to take off his space suit in the bathroom but he needed to be not even slightly viewable. There were cameras in the main room and he knew Gwin could look through them. Elis tugged his helmet off and set it down on the toilet seat. He awkward raised a leg and set the boot down on the sink. He carefully slid his hand through all the securers and slid the boot off. He squinted as the covered foot below showed. Was there something sticking through his interior space suit? His feet just looked weirdly sharp.
When he unzipped the space suit he noticed how… bulging his chest looked. Both of his pecs looked very inflated and swollen. He prodded one and moaned right into the sink and fogged the bottom of the mirror. He looked up at the mirror and saw strange white blotches growing across his chest. He prodded at them. Soft feeling. Not dissimilar to fur, but artificial. “What the hell…?”
“What the fuck?” Gwin kept squeezing his own pecs as they grew in his palms. Strange blotches were growing across his chest, confusing him. “That… that’s so weird. Ugh, I need to get this looked at. Is there some sort of sickness on this ship? Bacteria?” He opened the map and started looking for something… Well there were a few hospital stations nearby. They would have to make two jumps at least. So one jump to recharge for a few minutes, and then one more.
Gwin raised the intercom—
Just as Elis was giving in. His hands were wrapped around his hard cock, hungrily jerking off. “Yesss… oh heck yes… f-fudge!” He shook his head. “I can’t stop thinking about his big—”
“ATTENTION, ELIS!”
“HHHRGH?!” Elis tripped his foot off the sink, flipped the helmet, and ended up finishing it. He squirted the last drop of his load inside with as his hand released his trembling long cock.
“We’re about to make a jump. Need to make an emergency trip to the hospital. I suggest something is wrong with me. You don’t need to worry so just stay put. Over and out.” The intercom went silent. Elis sighed and looked down… and watched as his limp, spent cock pulsed, throbbed, and raised again to full mast, ready to go all over again. It was bigger now. It was needier.
Elis blushed, his suit zipped back up, skin tight, and sat on the only chair in the living quarters with hyper jump belts. He slid the belt on over his chest and clicked it in to place and slowly waited for the jump to begin… The wait was a little longer than he was expecting. His bored hand went to his cock bulge. Inside that suit it was still so sensitive and soft to the touch. His other hand played with his chest, squeezing into the disc of muscle settled above the fat. It kept getting softer and softer, his hand raising higher as he felt more and more to squeeze.
THWOOO—Elis braced himself, eyes squinting through the blinding speed as he saw his fat growing tits bob rapidly infront of him, growing so fast that the old buckle began to become undone. He gasped and tried to hold it down. His ears grew longer and longer, moving to the top of his head. “Wait wait wait what’s—”
–OOOOOSH!!! Hyper space ended and Elis went FLYING from his seat, falling over himself. When he went to stand up his heavy needy tits weighed him down, struggling to push himself up off the floor with how big they got.
Gwin groaned, watching the recharge screen fill. During the jump the blotches had spread but not by a lot. He figured out what it was, too. The ship wasn’t just adapting itself, it was adapting everything. And this ship… it didn’t just have any nanobots. It had THE nanobots. This isn’t a normal ship, it was an entertainment transport for The Titan Mall, known for its various crises!
And at that mall, during its second crisis…
The door to the pilot’s room opened. Gwin frantically zipped his suit up over his bloated pecs and gave a nervous smile. “Elis, stay back I might be contagious—” Gwin old had enough time to look back before Elis slammed his fat tits into Gwin’s face. Gwin’s voice was muffled.
Elis moaned. “It is. Oh my gosh is it!” Elis rubbed his bunny ears as they grew long and pink and fur spread across his face. “Oh it feeeeeels soooo good! C’mon, c’mon, please tell me I did a good job!”
The tits lowered and Gwin’s face was twisted into a grin as a furry black mask spread across his face. “You did… r-really good Elis…” Gwin shook his head. “Hey, listen, we can’t do this… We need to get to the hospital. We’re just one more jump away and…”
Elis unzipped Gwin’s space suit. Gwin, this strong strong man, squirmed and moaned as his sensitive cock was exposed to the air. Elis panted on it and Gwin practically came right there and then.
“One tit job,” Elis said, wrapping his fat melons around that growing cock. “If you cum after that battery recharges, we get fixed. If you cum before…” Elis raised his tits up and slammed them down. Gwin practically cried out, squirting pre out the tip. “Oh yess, big guy do it for me! C’mon, cum quick!”
“F-fuck you Elis!” Gwin purred.
“Exactly, Gwin! Praise me pleaaase!” Elis insisted. “Tell me my tits are… are…”
“So warm…” Gwin’s voice was exhausted, excited, surrendering his defenses and just admitting it. “God damn so warm and soft and nice and I just wanna—” Elis slammed his tits up and down harder, he wrapped his tongue around the tip, he slurped so loud and so needy. The battery didn’t even get close. Gwin came.
He filled Elis’s face. Gwin watched as Elis swallowed and covered the rest of his face in fur. Elis climbed on to Gwin’s lap, shocked at how big Gwin’s raccoon tits had grown. Gwin giggled, his voice a bit higher pitched now but not too much.
“Fuck getting fixed,” Gwin laughed.
“Let’s get worse.”
“So much worse!” Gwin lifted his boy toy and slammed Elis down on to his fat dick. Elis mewled, his bubbly ass swallowing that fat cock hungrily.
“Oh gosh yes, oh my—” Elis’s face was covered.
“Just swear, it’s embarssing.” Gwin lifted his hand.
Elis smiled, riding hard as he can. “FUCK, yes!”
Gwin pushed Elis on to the control deck and slammed back and forth. If they broke anything the ship would fix itself over night. Elis’s tits bobbed up and down, Gwin’s own doing the same. He leaned forward and pressed their fat colorful boobs together into a tight and warm hug bouncy hug.
Then they kissed on the lips. “MMmph!” Elis giggled. “Never kissed a boy before!”
“Same…” Gwin laughed, plowing ever steady. His hands grasped wider across the ship as he walked forward to slide his dick forward as far inside as it would go. Finally, he rammed with a sudden flurry of thrusts and finished inside his new playmate.
The pair giggled as cum oozed out over the controls, filling the spaces between the buttons and levers. Elis grabbed his pink bunny ear and nibbled on it cutely, nervously.
“So… we’re staying like this?” Elis asked. “Can’t really get good salvaging work like this.”
“No…” Gwin smiled. “But I know what we can be.”
It was only a few days later. The ship was packed with more guys than you might figure you could fit inside. Drinks were served and lights were low. Spotlights shined on the center stage. From one side, a ringed tail grasped the pole, and from another a bunny paw emerged. The pair swung together, two fat titted, fat dicked guys. They slid over the pole and swirled around each other until their lewd orbits drew so close that their shimmering thong clad bulges and barely bra contained boobs smooshed together.
The credits went flying across the stage as the two laughed and eagerly looked out over the audience. They could already see one of the guys rubbing his chest as scales sprouted across his neck. The two needed money, of course! But there was something extra exciting about spreading it…
The Third Titan Mall Crisis had begun.
Purah’s Disregard for Safety: RE-Dragoninification
Zelda was a princess and more than that she was a defender of a realm! She was supposed to be strong and capable, always there to plan a strategy to save the realm of Hyrule! And yet…
It was always Link who did the real saving, wasn’t it? Always the sword wielding champion pulling through at the end of the day and defeating his greatest foe. It is twice now that Link with his blade aloft and armor gleaming that he defeated the dark shadow that was cast over all of the realm. Always him, always coming to the rescue. Zelda loved that about him, admired that even, and yet the guilt she felt was so incredible that it numbed her as she laid in bed. When next a threat arrives will she lean on her champion again just the same? Twice is a courtesy, thrice is a crutch.
And that was where Purah came in handy. Zelda was summoned by her late at night, a week or two after suggesting to Purah that a device might come in hand in order to make Zelda stronger than she is now. Idealistic, Zelda assumed that Purah would take the route all the chefs and tailors and poets that she had commissioned before would: They would work dutifully and then send drafts for approval and the two would gab of what might need to be changed to arrive at a desired product. But not Purah. She sent a lackey, who had been partially transformed into a horse if the hooves were any indication, running and frantically knocking on Zelda’s door. The princes dragged herself out of bed and pushed herself outside in her pajamas to find Purah awaiting her.
“There you are!” She beamed. “What took you so long? I have an idea but I need to test it as soon as possible!”
Zelda yawned, trying to hide how tired she was but it was quite difficult when she was stirred at the halfway point of her typical rest. “So urgently? But what could possibly be so urgent?”
“This is,” Purah pointed at her head. “Up here. This is urgent! When ideas come to me, they need to be tested and as soon as possible, that way I can move on to the next big idea. Besides, the sooner we figure this out, the sooner our Hyrule is safe and poor Linky can sleep in for once!”
That did stir Zelda enough to forgive any eccentricities. That was right, she wasn’t doing this for herself, she was doing it for Link! She followed Purah a little further out into the field where she had set up a tent nearer the palace than the base camp had been. Zelda stepped with her beneath the cover of the tent.
Around them were shelves and strange blue boxes covered in relics and glowing white crystals filling iron torch rods rammed into the dirt. “So,” Zelda cleared her throat as her ears blushed in the chilly night air. “What contraption have you come up with then, Purah? I was hoping it might be something from a range? Like a crossbow that is mechanized so it might shoot faster! Or perhaps something that slings bombs out! Or—”
Purah retrieved from her pack a fairly large jar that was glowing and filled with white goo.
Zelda looked at the jar. She looked at Purah. Her gaze was fixed again on the jar. The silence was deafening. Purah smiled at her jar of nearly transparent goo. Zelda turned and put her nose up in a pout. She marched to the exit.
“Wait wait!!!” Purah raced ahead. “Don’t be that way, Zeldy! Look!” Purah opened the jar. Zelda plugged her nose in caution only to release it and look down. Inside the fluid and what was causing the glow was a scale from a dragon.
There was no way…? And yet the glow was so familiar, so nostalgic. Zelda stared at it, deeply transfixed. Her green eyes drew the image in deeply and locked her head in to place. So long did she stare down into this glowing scale that her eyes began to hyper focus into slits and turn a faint shade of blue.
Snap! She was suddenly broken from her transfixion. Purah snapped her fingers and held the jar a little further way now, perhaps taking note of the reaction but certainly not stopping her current plans.
“As it turns out,” Purah walked over to one of the shelves and removed a tarp of thin green fabric to reveal a line of similar jars, “Linky had kept some Zelda-bits on him!” Purah grinned as she ran a gloved finger over one of the jars. “Said he needed them, which is very relatable. If I found you while you were in dragon form I absolutely would have harvested ingredients from your form.”
The princess went beet red, covered her chest with her arm, and turned to march out again. Purah raced over on her knees and bent her head down into a low bow so her nose kissed the ground.
“Please, please forgive your foolish hero your majesty! It was for the good of the kingdom, and so is this!” She lifted the jar. “I used a special elixir to restore the magic to these components! They were already strong, but they had begun to fade from their illustrious status when they were fresh from the exalted Dragon of Light! Now restored, I wonder if my theory holds…”
Zelda was transfixed again, staring deeply into that scale. Purah scooped her thumb into the strange fluid and scooped up the scale and flung it with her thumb. The scale thwapped on to Zelda’s bare shoulder and adhered with the thick slime like fluid. It sunk a few centimeters and left a trail of shimmering skin before coming to a complete halt.
Broken from the spell, Zelda was immediately frustrated but even her tempers did calm. “I don’t remember what it was like. I just knew I chose to do it, and my decision helped Link. If I can make that decision again… But will it not reduce me to that same beastly state? Unaware of myself, lost to base desires?”
“No no, that’s the hope! We’re going slow,” Purah reached for another jar on the shelf. “I put some other parts into this special brew in an attempt to quell the personality alteration, the beastly status! I want to give you the power of a dragon without making you no longer our princess…” Purah’s glassed glimmered. She ran her finger over Zelda’s skin. The scale would no longer budge no matter what she did. Zelda gasped and tried to pull the scale away but it was stuck in deep. Her nails slipped and she itched, revealing more white scales growing before the original planted one.
It was startling to say the least! When Zelda had originally turned into a dragon it was a very sudden and violent process, but this time she was allowed to really bask in it and feel all the little emotions. The difference between bursting into flames and slowly turning the heat up on the stove. Zelda searched in the tent for a chair and was satisfied to find one tucked away in the corner. Zelda tugged it forward as the scales gradually climbed down her arm.
Her breath became more and more visible as it grew hotter and hotter. Zelda pushed her rear back against the chair. She was agitated and excited and anxious and so painfully aware of her body as the scales climbed down her arm and reached her wrist. The scales of her forearm were darker and grayer. She looked to Purah, her shoulder aching and pulsing with a powerful feeling, and she gave an order. “I assume those jars are the other materials. Please, let’s do the next one now.”
Next was a talon. Purah fished it out of a bigger jar and smiled sheepishly. “I tried to make it a bit smaller, but all my files broke on it and even a knife couldn’t cut in to whatever material it is made of.” She leaned down and planted it on to one of Zelda’s still sandal clad feet.
“A moment, let me remove them first—” There was no moment given. The talon glued itself to Zelda with a certain oomph of magnetism. It sunk in to her, the feeling not dissimilar to a hot bowl laid down on her back, and immediately the pulsations joined in concern. Zelda felt like a body of water with two different disturbances casting constant circles of waves. Wherever the waves met there was a clash, a discordant yet embraced mayhem waged as war in her flustered body. Zelda gasped.
It felt good. Strangely good. There was power to it, as if she herself was being upgraded. Link had done something like this hadn’t he? Merged things together to make stronger weapons. “This fluid you are using… Purah? Is it…?”
“My studies of the past have bore fruit,” Purah smiled. “The sacred art of merging, once purely artificial, is finally organic. I started with steeds and… concluded it needed work, but it opened my eyes. Before, it was only traits that was my desire to transplant on to humans, but what if it was the actual animal that was the goal? Not the strength of a dragon, but the arrow proof scales and claws that can rip through armor?!” Purah smiled smugly as Zelda’s sandals popped off her growing feet, talons topping each toe, scales spreading across steadily.
Tap tap tap, she wiggled her new talons across the floor and growled. “That’s… they feel nice! Aha, well right now I can only protect Link by kicking so we may as well keep going! What’s next?”
“Hmmmm…” The scientist pushed her chin into her fingers. She marched around the princess. She rubbed Zelda’s shoulder where now accent fur was growing along the tops of her limbs. And then she circled around and ran a finger down her back. Zelda bit her lip hard, trying her best to suppress a rather unpure sound as her sensitive skin was especially susceptible to touch. She was a disturbed pool with waves clashing, and anything adding to this disturbance was, while not unwelcome, uncontrollable when it came to her reactions.
With both hands, Purah squeezed right above Zelda’s rear. The princess had half a mind to stand up and march out again! But… she knew what was coming would be worth it. Zelda lifted her hips from the chair and very gently pushed her rear out, both hands down on the stool to support her.
Something cool pressed against her back. It bit through her clothes, eager to tear apart anything keeping it from its source. The object nibbled into Zelda, like affectionate bites from a cat, before suddenly sinking in. She felt the weight, felt the object go from cold to the sort of warm you only feel in your familiar extremities.
“There… one of your back spikes is in place now!”
“Oh?” Zelda wagged her rear playfully. But then she grit her claws. Something was pushing out from her back, extending her tailbone! The skirt of her night gown struggled as a lump pushed out against her panties before settling on slipping the hem lower and lower… The tail grew thicker and longer, growing faster than anything else so far.
“Interesting… each change faster than the one before!”
Zelda moaned! She couldn’t hold it back. As her mouth was open, Purah laid another item in her maw. Zelda winced and tried to spit it out but she couldn’t. She slid her tongue around in her mouth searching for the foreign object only to wince in pain. She had cut the tip of her tongue. She opened her mouth. Each tooth was sharp now, huge draconic fangs.
Her mouth stayed open and wide as her face stretched. Her jaw pushed out first but the top follow suit. Scales covered her face and her eyes closed through the intense pressure. When she opened them they were glowing blue. She growled and soaked the stool with her pleasure.
“Purah.”
“Um… yes?” She wasn’t expecting Zelda’s voice to be that… powerful!
“Hrgh…” Zelda kicked her clawed feet and swiped her tail in the air. “I feel… good. Really, really good. And I… struggle to remain couth in this, but I must…” Zelda hissed and her eyes ignited like blue fires. “MORE. GIVE ME MORE!”
The pressure was twisted and reversed. Purah rushed to the shelf to find the other materials that were as of yet missing. Zelda was left their with her breath laboring, consuming her. So much mayhem was happening in her that the only thing she could focus on was how strong she felt, how mighty she was becoming. She rubbed and rubbed at her loins, wanting so badly to hide it but even that part of her was becoming enraptured in the loving embrace of change.
Strangely, her loins seemed more bulbous than she was used to. She kept rubbing all the same, encouraging the thicken sensation pushing against her fingers. Her hips humped her crotch into her hands as Purah returned with what would be next from behind.
Purah’s breasts pushed against the back of Zelda’s head as she leaned forward to plant two antler-like horns on Zelda’s head. Zelda cooed and immediately craned her neck forward. Those antlers plugged into her head and their pale color ignited into a cyan glow just like her eyes. The horns brought their own power for sure, but it was now Zelda who was powering them.
“Yes yes yes…” Zelda’s long ears were covered in fur and grew longer and floppier. She RIPPED her pajamas down the middle just as her lap was filled with something dark and thick. The rip revealed that her crotch had grown a thick dark sheathe and a pair of sagging nuts covered in smooth small dark gray scales.
Zelda swayed her hips, letting those heavy orbs sway between, the head of her cyan cock poking out of the sheathe to fill the room with its glow.
Purah rushed over to her notes, panic in her voice. “Oh no… I…” She looked back over at Zelda. “We went too quickly, Princess! Those items each had Monster Essence in their adhesive! I’ve corrupted the formula and got… carried away. Such is science! But, luckily for you, I have an antidote!” Purah held an orange vial aloft. Zelda snatched it with her tail and SMASHED it against the ground.
The dragoness launched forward and grabbed Purah forcefully by her shoulders and pushed her to the ground. Zelda used her tail to then stand back up immediately. She placed a talon on Purah’s chest and sunk her claws into her top, ripping into the fabric. Purah gulped as the goggles in her hair tie went loose and let her white hair cascade against the floor.
From below, Zelda towered over her scientist, her cyan glow filled the room and filling all the gadgets with power. Zelda emitted this energy endlessly. She focused on a rocket in the corner of the room and was able to activate it without any issue, sending it firing off into the air and blowing a hole in the tent. Zelda’s back grew more of those cyan spikes, her antlers grew longer as she feed each part of her with the powerful energy in her core.
“As your Queen I order you to strip, Purah. Your Highness makes a formal request as she has need to relieve herself.”
“But—”
“Does your research not need an experiment?” Zelda narrowed her eyes and frowned sternly. “You may refuse, but—”
“Yes…” Purah ripped her clothes off the rest of the way and presented herself, gloved fingers pushing her tits together and her still clothed slit drooling at the show of dominance. “Your majesty.”
Zelda quickly made preparations. With her eyes glowing, she broke the Zonai capsules hidden in Purah’s tent. A stabilizer was erected and used as a tail to bend her over. Purah was pushed over it. A glowing ghostly stake was then taken. It was pushed between Purah’s hands and her wrists were chained with spectral cyan to it. There would be no moving until her queen was done.
Preparations were complete. Zelda ripped a hole in Purah’s pants and pushed the head of her beastly cock. Purah panicked a bit, “Wait! With this bondage, I can’t write my results.”
“Oh? A pity. We shall record it instead,” Zelda smiled and hovered into being the last item she brought on her own person; Her Sheikah Slate. Purah’s eyes followed it as it was levitated in front of her and then glued to the wall. Zelda stopped holding back once it was in place.
“Go on!” Zelda laughed. “Tell the slate how you feel, I shall too! I feel amazing! I feel stronger than I have ever felt in my life! Hahahaha! Link can rest easy now, Hyrule has another protecter in me, her majesty, her Queen! I feel the power surging through me, the power of the stone I swallowed! I can’t believe it’s still there, but the dragon parts pulled it out of me. I can’t believe how effective they are at it too, it feels like… a reminder. Did you know Purah? I’ve been a dragon for a very, very, VERY long time! In fact… I’ve been a dragon for a MUCH longer time than I’ve been a princess~”
Purah moaned and quaked and broke herself upon the apparatus. “Yes… your… cock is so big and mighty! Even bigger than Link—”
Zelda grabbed Purah’s head and squeezed just a little. “Comparison is the theft of joy.”
“I mean… it’s true! You’re so much better… so much stronger.”
All the same, Zelda purred. She couldn’t help but wag her tail.
“Zelda… is thrusting hard into me!” Purah moaned. “The mating will likely not be fruitful, but I can’t rule out the possibility of heirs! Hrghh! And she’s… she’s speeding up… she’s…!!!”
Zelda came without any relenting. She roared so loud it awoke the guard in the castle and blew apart the tent, sending things flying and the tarp flying through the air. The slate fell camera down into the dirt. Zelda tugged out and lifted the apparatus that Purah was tied to with her magic and then placed it atop a Zonai wheel so she could be brought with, bent over and leaking cum from her form and a giddy grin on her face.
When the guard arrived they could hardly believe what they saw. “Your majesty! You’ve turned back?”
“Indeed,” Zelda smiled. “I’ve actually come to like this form, and I am fortunate to have a very helpful scientist,” She slapped Purah’s ass and perched her fingers into her slit. Purah moaned weakly, too tired to muster a word. “Call for Link. I require someone of his… stamina.”
Link awoke in his home, eyes wide. His time to adventure has returned, and the world had need of his… sword…
What am I doing…