'Throne of Dragons' was an extremely popular series when it aired. Brandon was a fan of the show, and so were so many others. It was a story about who was going to be the rightful heir of the throne, and there were many battles with dragons, armies, it was the medieval fantasy and it was just perfect for so many 'nerds', 'geeks', and just fans of the genre. Brandon spent quite a bit of money, but he was finally able to get a tour of the set they kept intact, namely the final episode of the series had its set still kept up for people to tour.

Tourism was a little on the slow side this season. In fact, Brandon was the only person that arrived, as it required quite a bit of money, as well as a plane ride to Greenland. He had already unpacked his belongings in the hotel, and just arrived at the tourist spot just after noon.

The location of the 'Throne of Dragons' tourism spot looked to be more like the beginning of an outside museum, surrounded by wooden fencing that measured at least 20 feet tall. It was cold and snowy, but Brandon dressed appropriately with a thick green coat and matching hat.

Brandon sighed as he walked along the otherwise empty set. All of the props and outfits amazed him, yet there was a feeling of emptiness as the cold air blew. "It's just so quiet." He said to himself. The tour was free, but he expected to see security guards, shops, instead it was just emptiness. "Hah, maybe it's cursed like it was in that one episode." He said sarcastically as he walked along. He noticed there was a castle he didn't see earlier, a castle the series used. "Or maybe they're all in there instead of out in the cold." He knew they repurposed the castle as it was still in very good shape.

Brandon took out his phone and started to record the scenery and props set on display. While he recorded everything outside, he made his way to the castle. The castle looked massive, and it also looked old, but he assumed it was just for aesthetic purposes. The outer part of the museum positioned itself in a way that he had to go into the castle from the side rather than the main entrance, and the side door had a single wooden door with a handle on it. A sign above the door indicated it led to the main part of the museum attraction, but it didn't specify what exactly it was.

Once Brandon opened the door, he noticed a room with various seats lined against the walls. The wooden seats looked as medieval as the castle itself. Torches encased in glass lit up the room.

"It looks like an old fashioned waiting room." Brandon said as he entered. He didn't feel any warmer inside the castle than he did outside in the cold. "Ugh, is there no heating or air conditioning in here? This place must be hell in the summer."

Brandon noticed there was a hallway at the end that had a path upstairs, and downstairs. There was also another door in that hallway, but the door had a lock. Brandon pulled out his phone to look at the time. "It is noon, the place should be open and there should be tons of people around." He let out a sigh. "But there's nobody."

Brandon froze as he swore he heard something come from the hallway. The noise sounded like a soft grunt of a wild animal, but an animal he never heard of. He walked over to the hallway, and turned to face the stairway that went down. "It sounds like it came from down there..."

Brandon knew he shouldn't have done what he did next, but he was just too curious. He walked downstairs to see what the noise was. He kept his cell phone out, just in case. He also had a pocket knife with him, the worst-case scenario. The hallway was thin, but well lit. "Not very handicap accessible." He joked as he walked down. He noticed, unlike the exterior of the castle, there weren't very many props along the staircase, or even photographs for that matter. 

After the first few flights, he noticed the entryway to one room had a very wide passage that lacked doors. He looked inside, and the sight amazed him.

The room had lights like a Christmas tree, but with the same colored lights all over. A plush red rug ran along the center to the main entrance, and ended at a large throne. The throne looked as if it were made of solid crystal. Spikes ran along the top, while the center had a single seat with two armrests that had two large dragon head-like figures at the very end.

The seat reminded him of the series he saw on television. It was the throne the leader sat upon once the war ended. He pictured the dragon in his head, and it made him smile. "Usually they have some kind of photo shoot for these sorts of things."

Brandon looked around the throne briefly. He didn't see any visible cameras, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was a presence in the room besides his own. "Okay, I know where this is going. You know it, I know it, anyone watching or seeing this knows it, let's get it over with."

Brandon walked over to the throne, and ran a hand across the seat. Nothing prevented, or even tried to stop him, from sitting on it. He turned around, raised his rear, and sat down on the throne. Part of him expected something immediate to change, like being teleported into a new world, or the world of the series he saw on television, yet nothing happened. He felt cold, but otherwise nothing bizarre. He looked down at his hands, and then at his shoe covered feet. "Here I was expecting to feel more...I don't know...special from this?"

Brandon let out a sigh. He tossed his head back in the throne, and felt how hard the back of it actually was. "Ow!" He pulled his head forward, and glared at the throne. "How can anyone sit in this for any amount of time? God this is uncomfortable." He felt a heat rush over his body the longer he sat. He figured he was just getting used to the temperature of the castle. It was warmer inside than out, but it was still freezing.

Just then, Brandon swore he saw something at the end of the throne room. A green lizard tail lashed out before it pulled itself out of sight. The tail looked unlike any normal tail he had seen before, but before he could describe it in detail, it was gone. He wanted to call out and see what that was, but the tail looked inhuman. Still, he had to investigate.

Brandon hopped off the throne, and he felt a brief sense of vertigo as he did. The world felt a little different around him, but as he looked around, things looked the same. He still felt warmer, almost hot even. "I guess I don't need to have ALL of these warm clothes if I'm going to be in here." He was hesitant to remove his coat, but he took off his hat and set it down on the throne. He then walked over to where he saw the tail, and turned his head.

There was a short hallway down where Brandon looked at. At the end of the hallway was a massive dining table with chairs made of stone. The room looked like a combination of a medieval dining room, and the Stone Age mixed into one. A large uncooked boar sat in the center with closed eyes, and an apple stuffed in its mouth.

Brandon glanced around for any sign of any living creatures. He could tell there was 'something' else in here, but he wasn't sure what it was. He looked up at the walls, and grabbed a decorative sword to protect himself. The sword felt heavy and clunky, but it was better than using nothing. "Okay, whoever or whatever you are, come on out now!"

Brandon heard, and felt something. He jumped and turned around just in time to see a creature's head pull just out of sight behind the doorway. "Hey!" He shouted with an angry glare. "I'm not playing these games!"

"It's not a game." A deep voice replied with an inhuman growl. "The game ended months ago."

Brandon recognized the voice. "That sounds like...Achoid?"

"In the scales." The voice replied. "The game has ended, but the changes are just beginning."

"You don't have to be in character unless this is a place that forces you to be." Brandon was all too familiar with how some theme parks 'required' people to be in character. He didn't imagine the museum would have people portraying characters granted, but he wasn't about to tell the place how to run a business.

"In character?" the voice chuckled. "I am that character. Ah, the ignorance of humans. You believe the show takes place in some fantasy world, don't you?"

"Uh, it involves dragons." Brandon couldn't help but feel a little freaked out by the way the creature behaved. Either the person was truly insane, or they were being 'very' in character. "Dragons aren't real."

There was a short pause before the creature spoke again. "You might change your mind when you see me. I will show you what I mean, but you must promise not to freak out or attack."

"Unless you try any moves on me, I won't try anything on you." Brandon said with a bored tone. He wasn't sure what this 'creature' was trying to do, but he was curious what it meant.

"Okay." With that, the creature stepped out into the clearing. The creature looked just like a male dragon anthro with a pair of ripped jeans that covered his bottom, and a ripped white shirt that covered his chest. Two large green wings folded along his back, while his long tail lashed out. He was a green dragon with pool blue eyes. "So, what do you think?"

"I think the makeup department needs a huge raise." Brandon's eyes widened at the sight of the creature. He saw two black long twisted horns at the top of the dragon's head. 'There's no way that's real, that's totally a costume!' He thought to himself. 

"You still don't believe me?" Achoid shook his head. "Come, feel my arm. Pull at it, do whatever you need to do to convince yourself that you're not dealing with a man in a costume, or some simple makeup, but a very real dragon."

"Uh... "Brandon hesitated, but nodded. The dragon looked fierce. He had very strong bulging muscles, but he seemed nice. Brandon walked over to the dragon, and put his hand on the dragon's large bulging shoulder. The shoulder felt warm to the touch, and as his hand inched to the dragon's neck, he swore he felt a pulse. "Okay, it's not a costume." It felt far too real to be a costume. "Makeup?"

"Give my face a pull and try for yourself if you're so sure that it's just makeup now."

Brandon watched the way the dragon spoke. He saw the dragon's sharp teeth, his tongue, and the way his eyes blinked, it couldn't have been a costume, so it just must have been makeup, but he couldn't complain how the mouth was so lifelike. He grabbed the mouth of the dragon with his index and middle finger inches away from the two tiny nostrils. He gave the face a gentle tug, and then a slightly harder one. "I don't want to tug so hard that I hurt you or something." He commented.

The creature glared. "As hard as you can, do it." He replied.

Brandon felt the hot breath of the creature as he spoke and even the air from his nostrils as he breathed in, and out. The scales of the dragon felt too real too, and as the dragon blinked, Brandon tugged hard as he requested, but then let go. "You're actually real. A real, real dragon." Brandon said in shock. He stepped back with wide eyes. "But how?"

The dragon let out a sigh. "At least you believe me. Listen, the longer you stay here, the more at risk you are for...let us call it, turning. You need to leave before 'it' forces you to stay here."

"It?" Brandon tilted his head. "Is 'it' some kind of creepy entity that sounds like it could come from a horror movie?"

"Yes and no." The dragon looked up at Brandon's head. "Ah, but it might be a little late for you."

"What do you mean?" Brandon raised his hands up to where the dragon looked. He paused as he felt two hard things on his head. He couldn't figure out what they were, but when he gave them a tug, they wouldn't budge. "What's going on?"

"Dragon horns." The dragon explained. "You sat in the chair, didn't you?"

Brandon recalled the one infamous chair from the series. "I thought it was a photo shoot place or something." He explained. "Like, I didn't see anything that resembled cameras, but a famous seat like that? How could someone not sit in it, especially when it's free of charge?"

The dragon let out a sigh. "Then I'm afraid it's too late." He turned away from Brandon. His long green muscular tail brushed up against Brandon's knee. "You'll turn and convert...I thought you smelled a little off."

"What?" Brandon couldn't keep his hands off the strange bumps on his head. "Smell? Convert? You're not making any sense!"

"It will all make sense eventually. For now, I suppose it will be best you get used to your new home." The dragon walked off.

"New home?" Brandon followed the dragon curiously. "What do you mean?"

The dragon didn't even bother to turn back to Brandon. He walked down a long stone hallway lit by torches, and cracks in the walls and roof that exposed sunlight. "Anyone who comes here and sits on that throne is cursed to become a dragon. It happened to me, it happened to my family, and it will happen to you. It is not a matter of 'if' anymore, but a matter of 'when' now."

Brandon was amazed by the dragon, but confused by what he meant. He didn't even pay attention to the torches, or the plain gray hard walls that surrounded them. "So you're saying I'm going to turn and convert, into what? A dragon?" Brandon remembered the show, and how there were occasional dragon transformations, but he never remembered ones that took place unwillingly.

"Indeed. You might not be able to tell with all of those heavy clothes." The dragon paused at a wooden door. "Go in here and take a look at yourself."

Brandon hesitated again, but did as the dragon told him. He opened up the door, and noticed the walls, floor and ceiling of the room looked identical to that of the hallway. There was a purple rug on the ground torn up, as well as a vanity mirror on top of a small desk. The mirror was cracked, but usable. There was also a bed with ripped bed sheets. "This place is supposed to look old, or what?" Brandon asked as he stepped inside.

"Well, when dragons use all the furniture meant for humans, it's only natural the furniture experiences some problems."

Brandon looked in the mirror, and he then noticed two small horns that stuck out from his hair. His hands looked different too. Although his hands looked human, they looked as if they were a mixture of man, and woman. "What?"

"As you can see, it's starting." The dragon explained. "Dragon horns, and...Well, the arms are a little unusual. You could be changing into a female dragon."

"What? But I don't want to change into ANY kind of dragon!" Brandon grabbed the small horns on his head, and gave them a firm tug. It felt as if he were trying to pull his skull out from his head. "Ugh! It's not coming off!"

"Of course they won't come off. Those horns are a part of you now." The dragon let out a sigh. Black smoke puffed out from his mouth. "I suppose I should show you-"

"I don't care what you want to 'show' me." Brandon cut off the dragon. Normally, Brandon was polite, but the thought of changing, let alone into something 'female' and 'inhuman' freaked him out. "I'm getting out of here now." He rushed out of the room and down the hallway. He wasn't sure where he was going to run to, he just had to get out of there.

Brandon wasn't sure where he was going. He ran down one hallway, and then another. He ran up a flight of stairs, and then down another. He swore whoever built the castle made it to be like a giant maze. He saw doorways on occasion, but each doorway looked small and unimportant with no sign of an exit behind them. He eventually found a set of double doors made of a much firmer wood and better built compared to the rest of the doors he saw in the castle, and without a second thought, he opened them up.

The large double doorway led outside, but to the courtyard. A stone walkway led down to a large open area. Decorative plants lined up the sides, but wilted from age and snowy weather. Snow littered the ground, as did inhuman tracks of full-fledged dragons. "This isn't the way outside, not unless I can fly upwards." Brandon mumbled, but he felt much safer in the courtyard than he did in the castle, though also much colder. He stepped outside, and looked down at his hands. He couldn't take his eyes off how much daintier they had become. They still looked human at the very least.

Brandon looked around the courtyard for any signs of life. He wondered since there was that one dragon if there might be others, yet he saw no living creatures outside. He saw signs of massive dragon footprints, but nothing else. "Man, this place is so weird." Brandon brushed his hand along the hard stone. Despite the gloves around his hands, he swore he could feel the chill from the stone. "Am I really becoming a dragon? That would actually be...somewhat exciting. Terrifying, but exciting."

Brandon remembered the dragon from earlier. He didn't look at him 'that' much, but he saw the humanoid form the dragon had. Scales covered the dragon, but he still had that form, and he didn't seem to be too mean to Brandon. "I guess if he's the only other living thing around here, he's the only company I have to hang around with. Plus, he'd know more about this place than I."

"Well, I'm not sure 'how' much I know about this place, but you're probably right about me knowing more than you." The dragon spoke up from behind Brandon.

Brandon jumped when the dragon spoke. He turned to him, and scratched the back of his head. "Er, sorry I ran off earlier." He felt as if his emotions just changed quickly, though being outside in the quietness was relaxing.

"It's quite all right. When I first changed, I went through quite a rollercoaster of emotions. I expect you to do the same."

"So, there's really no way to stop the transformation?" Brandon didn't think he looked any different besides his hands and horns, but he didn't want to examine his body all of the time to check for more.

"To talk like a scientist for a moment, there is never a definitive no, and never a definitive yes. The sheer fact is, I do not know. I could not stop mine as you can see." The dragon posed. "If there was a way, I'm sure the others would have found one."

Brandon remembered the throne. He couldn't get it out of his head. "Maybe it has something to do with that throne. You mentioned it earlier."

"Whether or not it relates to transforming I don't know, but from what I've seen those that sit in it change, but it could just be coincidence for all I know."

"You know where it is?" Brandon looked back at the large gates that led back into the castle.

"Sort of." The dragon scratched the back of his head. "It's very hard to explain, but basically, you don't go to the throne. The throne comes to you."

Brandon rolled his eyes. "Great, speaking in riddles." He walked back inside, and tried to retrace his steps. 

"I mean, the castle is designed like a maze. Not even I fully understand it yet, but a few left turns, a few right turns, you know you're not backtracking, but then you end up in a spot that you know you shouldn't be."

Brandon sighed. He knew the dragon wasn't bad, but he was barely being helpful. He walked along the stone hallways. He turned left, he walked, and then he turned right and continued to walk. The dragon was right in how this castle felt designed. He swore this castle shouldn't have had this many pointless twists and turns. 'What kind of designer builds a castle like this? This feels more appropriate for a video game than it does real life.' He thought to himself.

Brandon eventually found his way back to the throne room. As he walked in, he swore he came in through the same door he left, but he knew the way he came in was not the same way he left it earlier. He tried not to think about it and just walked up to the throne curiously.

Brandon felt something in his head, something he couldn't explain. He felt just an urge to sit on the throne. He didn't hear anything calling to him; he didn't feel magnetized to the throne. He just felt something tell him he should sit on it.

"You feel its pull, don't you?" The dragon said as it appeared behind Brandon.

Brandon swore the dragon didn't follow him, but he didn't question it. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

The dragon nodded. "The throne, it's definitely magical in some ways, but as to how, I couldn't say..."

"And you don't know if it transforms people either." Brandon felt subtle shifts in his body. He felt as if a weight lifted from his shoulders, but then it reapplied somewhere else. The changes felt subtle enough that he didn't see anything noticeable, nor did he 'feel' anything noticeable, but he was curious what was happening underneath his clothes.

"Something does, but I don't know if it's directly from the throne." The dragon put his hand on the throne.

Part of Brandon wanted to smack the dragon's hand away. The throne was for Brandon, not this no name no dragon! Before he could do anything though, he realized his own thoughts. "What about mental changes?"

"Well, yes and no." The dragon replied. "You learn to fight the urges when you convert enough, because you get all sorts of...other urges as you change."

"I don't want to ask what those other urges are because it sounds incredibly kinky." Brandon looked back at the throne. He couldn't help himself. Maybe it was the dragon, or maybe it was just plain curiosity, but he turned around, raised his rear, and sat down on the throne. He put his arms on the armrests, and sighed.
Brandon swore he heard a noise, and turned to the dragon. He noticed the dragon just watched silently with his draconic ears back. "What? Nothing to say?"

The dragon didn't answer. He simply looked at Brandon with his deep blue eyes. He blinked on occasion, but he didn't move. He didn't speak. He simply blinked, and breathed.

Brandon felt something shift behind him. It felt as if his shoulder blades changed in a way he couldn't explain without looking back at them, but they felt as if they had more flexibility. He got out of the throne with a roll of his eyes. "Am I just that beautiful that you have to stare at me on the throne?"

The dragon blinked rapidly once Brandon hopped off. He looked as if he just pulled himself out of a trance. "No, no. It's...it's something about the throne. I felt compelled to obey you." The dragon admitted. "I think it has something to do with the throne."

Brandon felt as if he was going to regret what he said next, but he could see it in the dragon's eyes. Just as the dragon was curious, so was Brandon. "You want to have a seat in the throne for a minute to see what happens?"

"Well, I guess I can't be transformed any more than what I already have." With a shrug, the dragon took a seat on the throne, and spread his wings.

Brandon stared at the dragon. He didn't feel any different towards the dragon though. He just imagined himself in that throne, but with the dragon's attributes. His clawed hands, his clawed feet, his massive wings, it made Brandon stretch his back, just as he heard a slight rip from his shirt. He reached back, and he felt two small things on his shoulder blades. "H-hey, you mind telling me what this is?" he turned around to show the dragon.

"Wings." The dragon replied casually. "Small wings, wings a baby dragon or an imp or a succubus might have, but wings nonetheless."

Brandon kept his hands behind his back and felt the wings. He felt some control over them, but it was hard to flap unless he focused. He didn't want to focus that hard on them either. Worse yet, he felt different in other parts of his body, but he didn't want to undress in front of the dragon. "Ugh. I'm going to need a room or something for some kind of privacy."

"Well, there are countless bedrooms in this castle. I'd advise you not to store anything important in them though, as you'd probably lose it."

"All right." Brandon replied. He turned to leave, but then he turned back to the dragon. "By the way, I don't feel compelled to obey you or anything. I'm not sure what exactly 'you' felt, but I don't feel any different, at least when it comes to you." He then turned, and went down the hallways.

The dragon shrugged. "Just leaves more to the mystery. I'll see you again soon, I'm sure."

Brandon walked down the hallway he came, but this time he paid attention to the many wooden doors along his path. The very first door he tried to open worked, and just as the dragon said, he found a bedroom. The bedroom resembled the room with the vanity mirror he was in earlier. In fact, it looked almost identical to a dusty old bed, the dresser with mirror, as well as a bookcase, but no books. "Well, it'll have to do." Brandon closed the door, but noticed there was no lock. "Figures." He rolled his eyes, and walked up to the mirror to see himself once more.

Brandon saw his face looked more feminine than before, but other changes were hard to see with his clothes. With a "Fuck it." Brandon removed his clothing, and tossed them on the dusty bed. Without his clothes, he was finally able to get a look at any other changes to his body. He often didn't know every 'nook and cranny' of his body though. Often he got scratches that he couldn't explain where they came from. Brandon's black hair looked the same, but his hands were still dainty and feminine. He ran his hand through his hair, and noticed his hair felt smoother than it used to. It still looked the same, but it felt different.

Brandon looked at his face, and noticed how it also looked as feminine as his hands. He still identified his face, but it no longer looked as manly as before. He always had a clean-shaven face, but now it looked as if he didn't have to worry about that at all. He knew there was one thing that bothered him the most though. It was incredibly hard to see with the right angle, but he turned to the side to see, just as the dragon told him, he gained a pair of wings. The wings had a white tint to them, though the very base of the wings resembled his own skin color. "God, he wasn't kidding about that."

Brandon flexed his wings a few times, and then looked a bit farther down his body. He noticed his body gained a pair of tits, although an 'A' cup, they were undeniably on his body and definitely not just 'moobs' as some would call it. His hips also were wider. "I really do look kind of female." He mumbled. He still had his cock between his legs. Part of him wanted to feel it, just to confirm it, but he was too amazed at how different his body looked, however small with the exception of the horns and wings. He didn't notice any draconic parts besides his wings and horns. He just noticed his body looked more feminine, and he lacked body hair.

"There has got to be a way to undo this." Brandon told himself. He wasn't just going to sit back and accept these changes, even if dragons did look far more powerful than a regular human did. He had to try to find somehow, some way to reverse this. Brandon felt a sense of tiredness, but he didn't want to sleep. Without even thinking about it, he left his clothes on the bed and left the bedroom. Brandon wasn't sure where he wanted his next destination to be. He knew he was naked, but it didn't seem to bother him that much for some reason. 'I guess I should at least put my underwear on if I run into that dragon again.' He thought to himself.

Brandon turned around back to the door he just left, opened it up, and blinked. "Wait, what?" The clothes that he knew he threw onto his bed were gone. He knew the dragon warned him about leaving things in bedrooms, but he literally just left this bedroom less than a minute ago. "What the hell? Great, now I need to find new clothes, lest people like seeing me walk around naked."

"I know I personally don't." a familiar voice said from behind Brandon.

Brandon wasn't even afraid at this point. He let out a sigh. He felt his shaft dangle between his legs for anyone to see behind him. He didn't feel a shame to cover up though. He turned to the dragon with a grimace. "Do you just kind of feel like popping up whenever or something?"

"Well, the castle apparently likes to lead me back to you." The dragon replied. "I do have a life of my own around here after all; I'm not your servant."

"Unless I sit on the throne." Brandon walked down the hallways again. He wished he knew where he was going, but if the dragon was right earlier, he couldn't control where he went. The castle would tell him where he was going.

"Well, maybe." The dragon replied. "I don't know if I would actually 'obey' you if you were on the throne. I just felt...it felt like I 'would' obey you, not that I was going to for sure."

As if on cue, Brandon found his way back to the throne. "We can test it out then." Brandon felt a little embarrassed about his nudity, but the dragon was inhuman. He also felt strange, as he swore he should feel cold, but he felt fine.

"I'm not going to stop you." The dragon replied. "And I'd feel a little uncomfortable grabbing a naked man to try to stop them from doing anything." He added with a smirk.

With a roll of his eyes, Brandon took a seat on the throne. He didn't bother to reconsider sitting on a seat bare assed, but he had to do something. "Why don't you get me some new clothes since you obviously know this castle better than me?"

"Of course my queen." The dragon bowed. His wings folded behind his back, and he went down a different hallway from where Brandon and the dragon entered. A minute later, he came out with a new outfit that was mostly black, and very much feminine. "Does this work?"

Brandon couldn't tell if the dragon was sarcastic, or if he was very much serious. "Uh..." Brandon looked at the outfit with a confused tilt of his head. "I guess." He took the outfit the dragon gave him, and slipped it over his naked body. He felt even more humiliated with the outfit the dragon brought him, but it was better than full on nudity. The outfit had black leggings that went up to his thighs with a red flame design at the top, with sleeves that had the exact same design. "There's no underwear with this outfit?"

"There was not." The dragon replied. "But it should cover most of your body regardless."

Brandon slipped the top on with a roll of his eyes. "Yeah, well, there's a problem I had a feeling I was going to see." He pointed down to his crotch, and his exposed cock. His ass also partially exposed behind him, and there was a hole in the back of the black outfit for his wings. The top didn't cover his tanned shoulders very well either, and it looked as if it had heavy support for the front for a pair of tits bigger than the ones he currently had. While the top was mostly black, there were also some purple spots on it too. "Ugh, this is great." Brandon adjusted his glasses, the one thing he didn't remove. "Better than nothing I guess." He felt like a woman with the outfit that the dragon gave him. It didn't help that his changes made his body more feminine too. "I'd ask how this could get worse, but I don't want to know."

"You could be laying eggs as a dragon queen." The dragon commented.

"I said I didn't want to know." Brandon groaned. "You're supposed to obey my orders when I sit in this, aren't you?"

"Uhm, well yes..." The dragon paused. "Sort of. I think. I don't know. I feel compelled to obey you when you sit on that throne, but it's hard to explain why."

"If I ordered you to explain it, could you?" Brandon put his head in his dainty hand. He felt his skin crawl, but he figured it was from the fabric of his new clothes.

"It's a mental thing, so no not really." The dragon replied. "It's like when your mother tells you to do something. You know you should, you feel compelled, but you can't describe how it feels in words."

Brandon felt himself getting frustrated again. With a sigh, he put his leg up, and then looked at that leg that now looked very much feminine. It looked even more feminine with the new legging he put on it too. "Fucking fantastic."

"If you want fucking, it can be arranged." The dragon commented.

"I don't know if you're being sarcastic, or if you have to obey orders literally, but no. I don't want to get involved in stuff like that." Brandon groaned. "Why don't you, I don't know, roll over like a dog?"

The dragon folded his wings up against his body, leaned down, and rolled on the ground, much like an animal would. He then got back onto his knees, and kept his head low. "Did that please you, my queen?" He blinked a few times in surprise. "I mean...I didn't mean to say that."

"Yeah, I'm sure." Brandon sighed. "Look, is there any way to control where we're going in this castle? I'd love to see a study of some sort to see if there is a way to undo these changes." The transformation made him feel good, but he knew it wasn't right.

"There is a study, but with the layout changing all the time, I couldn't pinpoint where it was." The dragon turned to one hallway. "Although, since it seems you have more control than I, you might be able to find it easier if you lead the way."

Brandon's shoulders felt unusual. He knew he already grew wings though. He brushed his hand along his shoulders, and felt scales. The scales he grew were the same color as his skin, but with an undeniably different look, and texture. "Okay, time to get off this throne."

Brandon moved his rear off the throne. Just as he did, he felt something gently brush up on the throne, and then slide off after he swore he got off the throne entirely. He brushed his hands back against his rear, and he felt not one, but two small tails. The tails felt like his own skin, but the tips felt spaded. "Ugh. Dragon tails too, I'm guessing."

"They look more like two demon tails at the moment." The dragon commented. "But I imagine the more they change, the more dragon-like they'll become."

"Not helping." Brandon mumbled in a voice higher pitched than what he knew he had.

"Right, the study." The dragon looked down one hallway. "Um...I think the last time I looked for it, it was down there." He pointed down a hallway that looked identical to every other hallway from the throne. "But it's as I said, the layout seemingly changes all the time. You don't look for the study, the study will find you."

"Fine." Brandon walked away from the dragon to the hallway. Right before he left the throne room, he turned back to the dragon. "Don't follow me." He then turned back to the halls, and began his trek anew.

"Not up to me. I went down a different hallway the last time we ran into each other." The dragon called out to Brandon.

Brandon rolled his eyes. He walked down the hallways once more, and sighed. His body, while changed only slightly, felt much more different. He felt his tails swish behind him, and his wings stuck out. He had control over his wings, but controlling his two tails felt much more difficult. "Just focus on finding the study." He mumbled. "It should be different from the rest of these rooms."

It didn't take long for Brandon to stumble across a new room. The room didn't have a door. The hallway simply just led into this room. The room was, as Brandon hoped, a massive study. The study was clearly taller than one floor, with a spiral staircase in the center that led up to the other floors, as well as ladders to help a person reach books that were just too high up otherwise. There was a large globe in the center, as well as large red chairs, small tables, and small empty glasses for drinks. 

"Perfect." Brandon smiled. "A little on the dusty side, but it should work."

Brandon wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for. He looked over the books to see their titles, but most of the books lacked a title on the side of the book itself, or the book was in a language Brandon couldn't understand. Brandon had a good idea about the writing of languages, just not how to read them, but these books were in a language he had no idea what it was. He pulled out one of the books at random, and glanced through the pages. "It's all just like scribbles and lines." He said with a tone of frustration.

Brandon turned to the entryway of the study. He half expected the dragon to show up again, but he saw nothing. With a roll of his eyes, he browsed through the books, right up until he paused at a picture of one of the books.
The picture was black and white. It looked as if someone took the picture ages ago. He saw two dragon creatures that stood on two legs, but with draconic wings, claws, and horns. He saw the two close up in a hug, and he could just barely make out a cock in one of them.

"This is..." Brandon blushed at the sight. Dragon pornography, he could only imagine what that was doing in the study. Then again, the study was massive; one could only suspect there must have been countless books on every subject. Brandon knew he should have put the book away, but his curiosity got the better of him. He sat down with the book in one hand, and the other on his exposed cock. He turned the page, and noticed the picture of the draconic slit. The slit took up the entire page, and he swore he saw the cunt gently open and close. He stroked his cock. He felt the mushroom shaped shaft pulse and throb as he stroked himself. 'I can't believe I'm doing this. That dragon is going to walk in on me any minute.' He thought. 'But, I'm the queen aren't I? It shouldn't matter what I do and where. I have this freedom. Wait...I'm not the queen...right?' His mind felt muddled, and he blamed it on the masturbation.

"Fuck it." Brandon said aloud. "Not fuck him, just it in general." He turned the page, and he found himself staring directly at a large draconic dick.

The pointed cock had barbs running along the bottom, complete with large balls that looked hard, but he could tell were soft to the touch based on the picture, somehow. He felt his cock pulse harder at the sight of the cock. "F-fuck, I shouldn't be into dragon dicks." He mumbled. He closed his eyes and set the book down, but his mind focused too hard on that dragon cock he couldn't get out of his head. He imagined the dragon that kept escorting him with it, and with a massive cock at that, and that was enough to make Brandon orgasm.

Brandon couldn't believe what he had just done. He reached out and grabbed a tissue from a nearby table, tissues he didn't even know the table had. He cleaned himself up, closed the book, and sighed with his legs spread. "I can't believe I did that."

"I can." A familiar voice said. Now the dragon stood at the doorway. "You seem to be enjoying yourself."

"I'd show a look of surprise." Brandon didn't even care his cock exposed itself to the dragon. "But that would imply I wasn't expecting you to show up at the most inconvenient time."

"I showed up earlier actually, right when you looked away from the door. Call it timing, or you just wished me here if you have 'that' much power over the castle." The dragon commented. "Still, at least you're enjoying yourself."

"Yes and no." Brandon looked down at his exposed cock. He blushed and swore the size of his shaft was smaller than he remembered. "It doesn't mean I want to stay here."

"Well, this castle does have a lot of things. Food is one of those things. When was the last time you ate?"

Brandon didn't even think about food. He brought snacks with him in his old clothes, but he wasn't wearing his old clothes anymore. "I don't know." His voice cracked as he spoke, as if he was going through puberty. He covered his mouth, cleared his throat, and then spoke again after uncovering his lips. "But I am kind of hungry." He paused. His voice definitely sounded higher pitched than before.

"Well, stand up and think about going to the kitchen. We can worry about a...shower for you later. Bathing in here is a little different than what you're likely used to."

"I'm guessing no running water." Brandon stood up, tossed the book aside, and walked out into the endless hallways. "This place feels like it'd make for some sort of R P G where you're endlessly roaming a castle just trying to get out." He felt his wings open and close in timing with his breathing. Every time he exhaled, his wings spread, and he felt them spread a little bit more than before.

"R P G?" The dragon asked, confused as he followed Brandon from behind.

"A video game. Sheesh, you were transformed into a dragon too, weren't you?"

"It was quite some time ago, yes." The dragon replied. "But I'm not sure what a video game is. I know what the two are separately, but not what they mean in unison. A game on your television?"

"Uh...something like that." Brandon raised a brow. "How old are you?"

"If there was a clock here, or some method of keeping time, I'd tell you." The dragon looked down one of the countless rooms they walked down in the hallway. He let out a sigh. "I have tried to make marks to say the days, but they vanish in this endless maze."

"Okay, who was the president, or what were some things you did when you were human?" Brandon was now curious about getting some sort of idea about this dragon's age. The dragon looked as if he could pass for Brandon's age, but clearly, he was much older than that.

The dragon paused. He reached up a clawed hand to his chin. "I don't remember." He muttered. "Sorry."

Brandon sighed. "So I have a dragon that doesn't know how to help fix this situation and a study filled with dragon dicks. Isn't there a king or queen of this place?"

"None that I'm aware of." The dragon pointed ahead. "There's the kitchen."

Brandon remembered running into the dining room earlier, but he didn't remember the kitchen. The kitchen was much smaller than the dining room, but he saw various cupboards and places for food. None of the containers he saw for food seemed to be for cold storage. "I guess this place was around before electricity was invented." Brandon noticed a large loaf of bread on a metal tray. Based on its location on top of the stove, he assumed someone took it out of the oven recently. Curiously, he touched the bread. "Feels warm, you said others live here?"

"Yeah, but no ruler, at least none that I'm aware of." The dragon replied.

"Hah, maybe I could be the ruler." Brandon ripped off a small part of the bread with his bare hands, and took a bite out of it. He failed to notice his body continue to become more and more feminine. His chest pushed out inch by inch. "Just imagine, queen of the dragons. That'd be a great title." He paused for a second, and then swallowed the bread. "I mean king. King of the dragons."

The dragon chuckled. "Even when you aren't sitting on that throne, you are changing physically, as well as mentally it seems."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Brandon snapped. He let out an angry huff, and then suddenly froze. He looked down, but he didn't shift his head. He saw a very faint whiff of gray smoke emerge from his nose. "W-what was that?"

"A dragon trait. It goes well along with your tail, horns, and wings." The dragon bluntly replied.

"Ugh." Brandon finished off the entire loaf of bread that was on the counter. He felt his wings stretch even farther, and his two tails flickered. He felt his shaft twitch between his legs underneath the new outfit he wore. "You know, you haven't helped that much since I first ran into you."

"What would you prefer I do, knowing I'm uncertain how you could be reverted?"

Brandon wasn't sure how to answer right away. "I don't know. If you can't find a way to fix my form then find a way to make me happy, because I'm feeling pretty damn depressed right now!"

The dragon froze for a moment. He looked over Brandon up and down, and then nodded. "As you wish." The dragon suddenly reached out, and squeezed Brandon's chest.

"H-hey! What are you do-oh..." Brandon grabbed the dragon's scaly hands, but the moment he did, he felt a wave of pleasure from the dragon's palms as they touched his tits. His chest was at least a C cup by now, nowhere near what a normal man should have. The changes already freaked Brandon out, and the pleasure certainly didn't help, but he couldn't find the strength to tell the dragon to stop.

"You said you wanted a way to make you happy, so I'm doing what makes you happy. Are you not satisfied?" The dragon squeezed tighter. His tail lashed forward, and wrapped around Brandon's dual tails.

"I didn't...I didn't order you to do this on the throne, why are you doing this now?" Brandon's hands gently squeezed the dragon's own. He felt the scales of the dragon, and the tail. He could feel his own two tails grow and thicken as they wrapped around the dragon's own. 

"I don't know." The dragon admitted. "But you ordered me to, so I will do it. That's all I know. I can't explain why, it's like an urge."

Brandon wanted to yell at the dragon to stop it, but he couldn't find the strength in his body to do so. The exposed cock between his legs pulsed just beyond his skirt. He could feel the throbbing, but he could also tell it felt so much weaker than it did before. "Well...I...uhn." He just couldn't muster the strength to order him to stop. He wanted to, he yelled about it mentally, but he just couldn't do it physically.

"Does it make you happy?" the dragon asked. "I can stop if you so desire me to."

"I...it does make me happy." Brandon hesitated. He couldn't bring it up to stop. He felt the dragon continue to fondle him as he felt his hair flow. "F-fuck..." he added, quietly.

The dragon nodded. "As you desire." He said with a monotone voice. The dragon slowly inched his crotch forward to Brandon from behind, inch by inch.

Brandon almost zoned out, but quickly regained focus when he felt 'something' press between his legs, something pointed that was both soft, and hard. 'Oh no, no, no.' He thought to himself. Immediately he knew what it was. "Stop!"

The dragon suddenly froze in place. His cock right between Brandon's legs and gently brushed up against Brandon's shrunk testicles. He didn't speak, he barely blinked and breathed, he just stopped as Brandon commanded.

Brandon breathed hard and heavy. He felt the warmth of the dragon behind him, his cock inches away from Brandon's own, and the dragon just froze. Brandon slowly stepped forward, away from the dragon, and then turned back to him. His huffs and puffs sounded much more feminine than he knew they should have. "Okay...start...start moving again, but don't touch me!"

"I'm sorry; you said 'fuck' and, well, I took the order rather literally." The dragon immediately explained.

Brandon shook his head. He put his hand on his forehead, and looked at how dainty his hand now was. He saw small-clawed tips at the end of his black gloved hands, and he knew immediately what they were. "It's fine." He breathed heavily. "Just...do you know where I can find another dragon? This is getting very freakish, and I have no idea if you're just trying to mess with me when it comes to orders, or if you're really taking them seriously."

"Well, there are others, but I've mentioned how this castle works once, and I've mentioned it a thousand times. The castle controls where you go, not you. Although, you do seem to have some kind of influence over where to go, more than what I've seen others capable of doing."

"Yeah, I'm some kind of crazy chosen one." Brandon mocked. His voice cracked again as it went higher in pitch, but it didn't surprise him anymore. From head to toe, he felt like a woman, although he had his cock between his legs, he could tell it was much smaller than it used to be. He reached up and stroked his horns on top of his head. "What other kind of dragons are here?"

"I don't really remember. There's a large variety of them, but we never are around each other for very long." The dragon brushed his chin. "If you went to the throne and summoned them, they may come."

"If you call them, they will come?" Brandon rolled his eyes. He walked down the hallway back to the throne room, and stared at the throne he had seen what felt like so many times before. The longer he stared at it, the more he felt it summoning him. Brandon couldn't help himself. He walked up to the throne, turned around, raised his two tails, and sat down once more on the throne he sat down on what felt like so many times already.

The moment Brandon's rear touched the seat; he felt a sense of power flow through his body. His wings flapped softly, and he smiled. He hated to admit it, but the more he sat on the throne, the more right it felt. He remembered it from the television show, but it felt so far distant now. "Well then." He looked at the dragon and noticed the hypnotic gaze the dragon gave him. "Why don't you bring me, I don't know..." Brandon was about to suggest a chef, but he already ate. "How about a mirror? I want to see what I look like sitting in this."

Brandon felt his sense of power swell as he gave that order from the throne. He spread his thighs, moved his feet closer together, and flapped his wings. He swore he could almost fly with them, but he was not going to test that out.

"I don't know if this castle will have one, but I will..." The dragon paused. "Well, there is one right there."

"Huh?" Brandon turned his head slightly and noticed a full-length mirror that stood seven feet tall, and four feet wide. "That wasn't in here before."

"I'm well aware of this." The dragon grabbed the mirror from behind and brought it up for Brandon to look at. "But, as your request, here you are."

Brandon looked in the mirror to study himself from head to boot as he sat on the throne. He knew his body was more feminine, but as he looked at himself, he now realized how feminine he became.

The reflection showed off Brandon almost as a complete female. His hands, his face, his chest, his torso, his legs, they all looked as if they fit a female better than a male. As he spread his thighs, his cock peeked a bit underneath his clothes, the last bit about him that was male besides his voice. His glasses didn't look different, but he saw the yellowing of his eyes behind them. His skin also looked much whiter, though the insides of his wings had a purple hue to them. The tails behind him were thicker and longer too. "I really am becoming a female dragon, huh." He said with a hint of worry in his higher pitched tone voice.

"You definitely appear to be so." The male dragon replied. "Is there anything else you desire me to do?" The dragon paused. "Besides trying to find a way to fix your transformation, I am unsure if I can do that."

Brandon sighed. "Yeah, yeah." He flapped his wings. His tail twitched, and he leaned back. He was just unsure about what to do as the dragon in front of him. "This just feels so," he looked up at the ceiling. "I don't know. This doesn't feel right."

"I would assume it wouldn't feel right becoming something totally different." The dragon explained a monotone voice. "Since I am essentially obligated to help you with whatever you desire though, maybe if you phrase it right, I can get you something to help change you back or otherwise provide clues as for what you can do."

Brandon wanted to order the dragon to transform him back into a human male, but he couldn't get the order out. His mouth opened, but the words couldn't escape his throat. His wings flapped, as if to remind him of the things he'd be missing if he transformed back. "Hm. Do you know any magical artifacts in this castle?"

The dragon shook his head. "None that I'm aware of, although there could very well be one, which would very much explain what's going on with you, and us."

Brandon shifted in the seat. He felt his tail lean down at his side and brush up against his thicker thighs. "Maybe the throne is magical." He wiggled his ass with a smirk. "Hah. That would definitely explain a lot." He shivered as he felt a sense of arousal.

"Who's to say for sure?" The dragon shrugged. "Is there something I can do for you though? Or maybe the castle?"

Brandon wondered about that. He remembered asking about other dragons more than once. He doubted the dragon would be able to find him one. Brandon shifted in the throne, and smirked. He shouldn't have to order the dragon to find him another dragon to help the situation. "Okay, if this throne really is magical, if I really do get whatever the hell I want because I'm a queen or whatever, then I want another dragon to appear, one that has the answers for solving my form."

Silence filled the air. The dragon looked around curiously for anything, and then over at Brandon. "You could have just asked me to..."

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps. Another dragon walked into the throne room, one that had both differences, and similarities to the first.
This new dragon was clearly a she, and naked at that. While she exposed her tits that were large and round, they lacked nipples. She was pink on her back and sides, and white on the front, though most of her head was pink except for under her muzzle. She had large pink wings, but not quite as large as the dragon's, or even Brandon's. The dragon carried a large brown box with her. "Did you call, my queen?" the dragon asked.

"Okay, who's she?" Brandon turned his head to the green dragon.

The green dragon shrugged. "She looks familiar, but I don't remember." He scratched his head as he looked at the pink dragon. She was taller than he was, and even taller than Brandon. The pink dragon had a motherly figure about her body, topped off with a smiling face. 

"Ah, names are not important." The pink dragon set the box down. "You stated you needed help solving your form, did you not? I have brought exactly what you need."

Brandon put his hands onto the armrests. He was just about to stand up to see the box for himself, but he stopped. 'What am I doing? I'm the queen around here.' He thought to himself without second-guessing the 'queen' part of his mind. "What's inside the box? Open it and show me."

"But of course, my queen." The pink dragon bowed. She opened up the plain brown box and revealed an array of jewelry inside of it. "My only regret is I could not find a more elegant method of bringing this to you."

"With the whole medieval theme, I question how a plain brown box fits with everything else around here." Brandon mumbled. He raised his head to see a few of the jewels. "How is this supposed to help my form? Are they magical or something?"

"I don't know, I thought you would look much better with proper jewelry." The pink dragon replied, and blushed after a short pause. "I mean, you look very beautiful already, but jewels could make it more so."

Brandon scoffed. He rolled his eyes, and peeked down at the box. "Are those earrings?"

The dragon pulled up two purple diamond shaped earrings on silver loops. "Earrings, necklaces, even clips at the base of your wing tips, there are a lot of things in here that will make you very, very attractive my queen."

The green dragon raised a brow. "I don't...I think when he said fix his form, he wanted to transform back into a human." He turned to Brandon. "Isn't that right?

Brandon turned to the green dragon, and then he looked back at the pink one. "I did request help fixing my form back into what it was meant to be."

The pink dragon chuckled. "Oh, we can do that." She pulled out a black leather collar with a purple center, and wrapped it around Brandon's neck. "But look at this choker. Doesn't it look absolutely divine on your form?"

Brandon couldn't react in time before the dragon suddenly put the choker around him. He was about to speak out against her, but then he noticed his appearance in the mirror. There was no doubt he looked more feminine, but at the same time, he ran his dainty clawed hands over the gem placed right below his neck. The tips of his claw, covered with black silk, then delicately traced his neck, and found no sign of an Adam's apple. "This does look absolutely wonderful on me though." His tongue lashed out and licked his lips. He never realized it before, but even his tongue was different, as was the teeth inside his mouth, though it didn't change his feminine voice much.

"And imagine how much better you will look with even more jewelry." The pink dragon said with a happy squeal.

"Unless that jewelry is magical, why are you going to put it on her?" The green dragon asked the pink one. "How is that going to help her become human?"

"Let's not worry about that." The pink dragon waved a claw dismissively. "Now it's all about making her look beautiful." She turned to Brandon. "I have some perfect bracelets and anklets you're just going to adore."

Brandon briefly wondered why even the green dragon referred to Brandon as a female. 'I'm not a 'queen', right? I mean...but the title does sound good.' He thought.

The green dragon shook his head with uncertainty. "My queen, maybe you should order her to stop."

'There it is again.' Brandon looked at the green dragon with a grimace. Both him, the pink dragon, and even Brandon himself thought about calling him as a queen. "I don't think I'm a queen. I do have a cock after all."

"Gender is 'far' more complex than just having a sex dear." The pink dragon kneeled down in front of Brandon. She reached forward and wrapped the slightly exposed cock in her clawed hands. "Besides, have you seen the size of this?"

Brandon gasped when the pink dragon grabbed his cock. He felt the scales on the palm of her hand as well as her warmth. He only felt the bottom half of her palm, and he thought it bizarre. He knew his cock was erect. He should have been bigger than what he felt, yet he wasn't. "Y-you..." he couldn't bring out the words to tell her to stop.

"Go on, order me to do something." The pink dragon encouraged. "I bet you want to order me to push this cock in you, don't you? You want to order me to push it into your body along with your testicles, and turn that cock into a cunt."

Brandon's body shivered. "Y-yes..." he spoke quietly under his breath.

The pink dragon grinned wickedly. "As you wish." she released Brandon's cock and then pushed it into his body with two of her clawed tip fingers. Her thumb reached down and pushed Brandon's shrunk testicles in shortly after. With her two fingers, she then stretched the hole she created in Brandon's crotch. She molded his crotch like clay from a male cock and balls into a feminine cunt.

Brandon let out a sharp gasp. He, or now she, felt the increased sensitivity in her cunt. She felt what was left of her cock squirt just a bit of cum before her new cunt quickly grew wet. "S-stop. Pull back." She said breathlessly.

The pink dragon did just as Brandon instructed. "Of course my queen, I have just finished as you desire, although I believe the cunt could be tighter if you wanted."

Brandon reached down between her legs. She felt no cock, no balls, just a feminine cunt that was sensitive to the touch. "What...what did you do?" She slowly recovered from her arousal, but now she was confused.

"I gave you the feminine cunt, just as you requested."

The green dragon grimaced. "My queen, maybe you should dismiss this new dragon. She does not seem to have your best interests at heart."

"How dare you!" The pink dragon glared at the green one before she turned to Brandon. "My queen, I have given you pleasure, jewels, trinkets, I am more than willing to help you achieve your true form. This other dragon is the one that does not care for you. You should dismiss him immediately!"

The green dragon grimaced at the pink one, and then turned to Brandon. "My queen, you have more power than you know of. You are capable of ordering the two of us. You may order her to speak the truth and then ask her what she is doing. Then, you will see for yourself."

Brandon felt confused, but she also felt as if this was going on for far longer than it should have. "Fine." Brandon looked at the pink dragon. "I order you to speak only the truth. You cannot lie. Now, what are you doing to me?"

The pink dragon giggled. "My queen, I am simply assisting you with your form."

"And how are you doing that?" Brandon leaned back against the chair. Her two tails flickered as she stared at the dragon intensively and angrily.

"By offering you jewelry, trinkets, and massages to help you achieve the form you desire." The pink dragon turned to the green one. "Now, perhaps it is him you should dismiss. Perhaps you should ask him how he has helped you."

The green dragon glared at the pink one. 

Brandon recalled what she did with the green dragon. She remembered the green dragon infuriated her with so little help. She imagined the dragon was likely trying his best, but at the same time, she never felt better than she did now with help from the pink dragon. "You do have a point." Brandon leaned back and placed his boots on the ground. He barely paid attention to his boots, but they didn't feel quite right. "Answer me this." She looked at the green dragon. "What can you do about the problem with my feet?"

The green dragon looked down at Brandon's boots with a confused look. He saw the black boots that went with the latex leggings so well, but it didn't look quite right with Brandon's new body. He could only think of one proper answer about how to fix the issue with her feet. "Your boots don't match your changing body that well. We'd either have to change out the boots, or change your body back to normal."

"Hah! That would be excessively too much work to change the queen's body. I'm sure she doesn’t want any radical changes about her body, she just wants some better shoes." The pink dragon smiled at Brandon. "Isn't that right?"

Brandon looked down at her body. She looked far more like a dragon than a human. She felt obligated to agree with the pink dragon. "I did say I just wanted something done about my shoes." Brandon clarified.

"Then allow me." The pink dragon grabbed two high-heeled boots from the box she brought, and then walked up to Brandon. She kneeled down in front of her and removed his boots. The latex leggings Brandon put on earlier covered her feet, though they still looked mostly human. The pink dragon slid on the high-heeled boots and placed an anklet around where the boot ended. "There we go, what do you think, my queen?"

Brandon put down her high-heeled boots and slowly stood up. Her balance felt off, but she felt taller. She looked down at her black boots and noticed they blended in very well with her latex leggings. "It feels 'so' much better." She said. Deep down she felt much more feminine, but it felt so right too. She felt herself grow wet between her legs. "Mph, it's a little hard to walk though."

"By all means, sit on your throne." The pink dragon insisted. "Dismiss this green dragon and allow me to serve whatever you desire."

Brandon looked at the pink dragon with uncertainty, and then at the green one. The pink dragon made her feel much better; there was no doubt about that. However, something didn't quite feel right about her. She glanced back and forth at the two.

"Allow me to help you." The female dragon stroked Brandon's legs slowly and sensually. Her scaled warm hands caressed his legs. "A full body massage, that should make you feel better, don't you agree?"

"Don't do it, it's a trick!" The green dragon snapped. "She's going to manipulate your body and transform you completely into a dragon."

"Is this true?" Brandon asked the pink dragon calmly, completely opposite of the way the green dragon spoke. 

"It's as I've told you many times before." The pink dragon smiled at Brandon. "I'm just here to simply help you achieve your true form."

Brandon looked between the dragons again. She felt conflicted. She looked down at himself and her large breast. She looked more dragon than human, and it felt good. The pink dragon, while bizarre, did nothing but to please her. Even when it came to jewelry, the pink dragon made her feel so much better, though nowhere close to feeling human. She also felt a sense of power, but also a feeling of need. She felt a desire between her legs. She remembered masturbating to the pictures of dragons earlier and now to deal with two of them. "Fine, do your full body massage." Brandon answered.
She then turned to the green dragon. "You are to stand back and watch silently." She had it with this green dragon. He barely helped her at all when it came to anything. She wanted to sit back, relax, and turn to her true form, just as the pink dragon said.

"You will not regret this." The pink dragon kneeled down in front of Brandon and placed her clawed hands just above Brandon's feet. "Now, your legs already look so perfect, don't you think?" She brushed her hands up Brandon's covered legs up to her white thighs. "But we can do so much better than this." She stroked her thighs.

Brandon shivered at the dragon's touch. "Ah yes..." she leaned back and raised up her head. She cared not the details for her feet. She just knew the shoes she wore covered them up, and they were perfect high-heeled shoes for her body. Her thighs were exposed, but there was also something else exposed between her legs.

The pink dragon reached between Brandon's legs and stroked Brandon's cunt slowly. "Ah, your sex. It's perfect for laying eggs for your future dragons, don't you think?" she stroked Brandon's nether lips gently.

Brandon wore black underwear, but her ass and cunt were out in the open from a small hole in them. "Y-yes..." She said quietly. She wasn't sure what she said, she just knew she was in a lot of pleasure when she said it. Brandon felt her body shift and transform more in the pink dragon's grasp. There was another change inside of Brandon that she couldn't see, but she would be more than capable of laying eggs from her cunt now if someone were to provide her with seed. Not that the pink dragon could, but the green dragon had the tool at hand that Brandon desired bit by bit.

"And let us not forget about your twin tails." The pink dragon grinned wickedly at Brandon. "They're so long and perfect, especially with those red spiked tips that travel across the top of them."

"The spiked tips?" Brandon felt confused. She felt as if she were waking from a dream. "I remember the tails, but not the spikes."

"Oh, dragons always have spikes on their tail." The pink dragon stroked Brandon's long white tails. Each stroke of Brandon's tail lengthened them out just a little more. "And you are a queen dragon, you deserve sharp red spikes on these tails, wouldn't you agree?"

Brandon's tails felt as sensitive as the cock she used to have. She quivered and let out a soft moan. "Yes..." she mumbled under her breath. Her ears twitched as she heard cracking noises from her tails. She kept her eyes closed, but she could feel sharp red spikes pop out of her tail bit by bit. She opened her eyes just as one of her two tails lashed out in front of her. She gently grabbed it with one hand, and stroked it with the other. She felt herself grow wet as she stroked her sensitive tail. "Mph, oh this is perfect." Deep down, she knew something was wrong, but she didn't care. The transformation felt too good to stop.

"And your torso is so perfect too, don't you agree?" The pink dragon ran her claws along Brandon's chest. "You're so fit and powerful. You have a small waist, but large tits. You're a fit queen endowed enough to feed many children." The pink dragon squeezed Brandon's tits. "Isn't that right?"

Brandon felt her body shift and change with the pink dragon's words. She told herself it wasn't the pink dragon changing her, but Brandon changing herself as she agreed with the dragon. "Yes...strong, elegant, sexy, as a dragon queen should be." She said aloud with a moan.

"And then there's the matter of your wings. Wings don't belong on humans; they belong on a sexy dragoness like you. They stretch wide, tipped with spikes, and you can fly as high as you desire to look down on the world below you, the world of which belongs to you. Even if they don't know it yet, all will serve you."

Brandon knew she had wings, but she rarely paid attention to them. She felt them flap, and she smiled. She felt them stretch and grow, and subtle changes within her. She never tried flying with them before, but she absolutely had to now, at least once her changes finished. She stretched her white wings with a tint of blue on the inside. She felt them stretch wider than she could reach, and she briefly opened her eyes to look at the wings. She felt inhuman, but she also felt so right. She noticed the green dragon was still there, but quiet, just as she had ordered. She had enough of that green dragon. If she was stuck here, she was going to love it. "They will all serve me in due time." She said with a smile.

"And let's not forget your face, the beautiful face of a dragon queen. A small dragon snout with a long tongue and sharp teeth." The Pink dragon stroked Brandon's chin gently. She stroked it outwards, and with each stroke, Brandon's face stretched.

Brandon's ears twitched again as she heard her face crack and shift. Her teeth cracked the loudest when they became razor sharp, sharp enough to eat even the toughest of meats. She stuck out her tongue briefly and felt the tip shrink. Her tongue almost looked like a mixture between a serpent tongue, and a human one.

"And let's not forget one of the biggest most distinctive features of all on our queen, one that surpasses even me and that stupid green dragon's." The pink dragon traced her claws up Brandon's head. "Your horns, they simply 'must' be big."

Brandon knew she had horns. She had two small horns, but she never paid much attention to their detail. She could never 'see' them unless she was in a mirror, but she could 'feel' them. "They should be?" She asked with uncertainty.

"Oh yes, and let's hear you talk in that draconic voice. Deep, growly, and sexy." She lowered her voice and gave Brandon's neck a small kiss.

Brandon let out a quiet inhuman growl. The pink dragon likely muddled her mind, but she didn't care. "Yes...of course." She said quietly. "But you're pushing your luck."

"Oh, my apologies." The pink dragon kissed Brandon on the lips gently before she pulled back. "You are the queen after all. It is my duty to serve any needs you may have, and do I mean 'any' needs."

Brandon took a breath to recover as the pink dragon pulled back. She opened her eyes and glanced at the green dragon. The green dragon felt so much farther away and so much smaller than the pink dragon did.

"You look worried, my queen." The pink dragon stroked Brandon's chest, covered only by the suggestive black clothing Brandon wore over it. "Have I not been easing your stress enough?"

"You have been doing a very good job." Brandon replied with a deep feminine voice. She didn't pause to think her voice was different, her entire being looked different. "However, I cannot help but think something is off."

"It is the green dragon." The pink one replied. "He reminds you of when you were transforming, but you're almost finished and perfect. You do not need him anymore."

Brandon growled softly. "I'll tell you who I need and don't need." She murmured. She had to admit the pink dragon was right about the green one. The green dragon had a look of concern, but he did nothing to help Brandon escape, and now she was a dragon queen. Yet, she felt so much better being this way. She could tell her transformation was nearly complete too. There was only the one thing that had to change, and that was her horns.

"Of course. What do you think of the green dragon then?" The pink one smiled. "And of me?"

Brandon closed her eyes as she thought. She kept her legs spread and revealed her feminine draconic cunt and rested her claws on the armrest of the throne she sat in. Her tails spread on both sides along with her wings. She remembered the throne, the very thing that felt so problematic when she first arrived. 'Wasn't that what I came in here for? It was a behind the scenes tour. It feels like a lifetime ago.' She thought to herself. 'I've been so sidetracked I've lost focus in what I'm even trying to do here. I didn't come to become a queen dragon, did I?' She thought. "The green dragon has been of little help, but you...you have been confusing me since I have come here." She replied with her eyes still closed. "I know not what it is that I need, but I know I don't want to see either of you."

"As you wish." The pink dragon kissed Brandon softly again. "Take your time remembering who you really are and what you really want. I'll be here when you need me, just call."

The green dragon stared at Brandon for a short period before he walked away silently. His tail swished behind him as he vanished, back into the endless maze that was the castle.

Brandon opened her eyes and noticed both dragons now gone. She traced her hands up to her head and felt her small horns, and then she looked down at the rest of her body. She saw the large draconic nose in the way instead of a small human nose she once had. 'Human...' She thought to herself. She still knew who she was and whom she used to be, but it felt so long ago. She felt so much stronger and so much more powerful this way. "Maybe I can stay like this a bit longer." She said to herself. She stroked her horns and felt them grow longer in her grasp. "Yes, a big powerful dragon queen. That sounds wonderful." She hissed quietly with a grin on her face.

She laid back with a grin. Her tails lashed out as they grew a red spade, and small spikes grew on the rest of her body too as her transformation made minor adjustments to make her a perfect dragon queen. She knew if she wasn't happy with it, she could make changes later. For now, she was perfect. She'd have to test if she could fly later, but she didn't have to worry about that now. Dragons lived ages longer than humans did, after all. She took a deep breath and let out a puff of white smoke. Yes, she was the new dragon queen, and it was good to be queen.
