Halloween was right around the corner, and Brandon wanted to have some kind of horror entertainment. The thing was, as he sat in front of the television and watched horror shows, nothing really did it for him. Most of the horror shows were the same. He could read online stories and entertainment, but the online horror scenes were either good or bad, usually the latter.

He noticed there was a show about a giant monster wrecking the town, and he chuckled at that. "That's not really 'horror' so much as another genre of its own." He said to himself. "Still, it would be nice to be something like that."

Just then, with a puff of purple smoke, a familiar equine anthro appeared next to Brandon. "Hey there!"

Brandon jumped at the sight of the equine's sudden appearance. "Ack! What the heck are you doing here?" He'd heard about her a few times before, however for her to appear unexpectedly startled him. "Wait, am I in a story?"

The horse nodded. "Yeah, and I'm not much for thinking up plots right now, so you'll have to excuse my sudden appearance. Anyways, this request is a monster theme, and I figure I could get involved and just take care of this myself by making a monster."

Brandon looked down at his tan skinned human body, and then at the horse. "Uh...let me guess, I'm the volunteer in this process?"

She nodded eagerly. "Yup! I rather want to do this in a different manner though that has a slight twist on horror. Something that you don't see done very often." She cast her spell. "And from then, I'll just mostly observe."

Brandon felt a strange sensation as the equine anthro used her magic. He couldn't describe the feeling very well, outside of how strange his own skin felt. He glanced at his arms, and then down at his legs. He noticed a few strange bulges, but his skin was otherwise normal. "What did you do?"

"Oh, I changed you and made the transformation...actually, it's a little complicated to explain. Magic is a bitch like that. You'll find out for yourself."

Brandon looked at the horse with confusion, and then back at his own body. He couldn't explain it, but his very skin felt wrong. Just then, the skin from his back ripped off as if his skin were nothing but paper and revealed two massive purple wings that stretched wider than he could spread his arms. "W-what the hell?"

"It's time for you to grow out of that body." The horse encouraged. "You were never human at all. Underneath that skin lies a creature just begging to come out, you just needed a bit of magic to make you realize that."

"What are you talking about?" Brandon flapped his wings slowly. He realized he had complete control of his wings, and they felt easier to control than his fingertips, which felt as if he wore extremely tight gloves over his hands, but his hands were bare. He noticed a small claw poke out from one of his fingers. "Is...is that?"

Myu nodded. "Oh yes. You see, instead of you just flat out turning into a monster, you're going to shed your humanity as if it were a shell. In this case, it's actually pretty literal." She smiled at him. "Care to open up that finger of yours and see what I mean? You won't bleed, which is good because I'm totally not into that."

"This isn't much better!" Brandon heard a rip from his finger, but as he heard the noise, it sounded muffled. He knew it was because, like much of his body, his ears were now hidden away underneath what was now his fake skin.

"Well, underneath that boring human body of yours lies a very sexy powerful dragon just begging for release. The longer you stay in that human skin, the harder it is to hold back. I can tell you just want to get out of there. You feel cramped, as if you're wearing clothes two sizes too small."

Brandon didn't want to admit Myu was right. He groaned as his hand ripped open and revealed a pink dragon claw. Thoughts of evil and greed began to fill his mind, the same kind of thoughts that the dragon had. "N-no...no I'm not." He was a poor liar. His normal eyes looked like a dragon's slit eyes, and he couldn't even feel his cock, but he knew it was still between his legs.

"Your manhood between your legs is nothing but decoration now." Myu said with a chuckle. "It can't even orgasm. But 'you' can orgasm." She walked behind Brandon and moved between his wings. She brushed his fingers on his arms. "Come on; get rid of that old body of yours. You don't need it anymore."

Brandon groaned. His shirt and chest ripped open and revealed the new him underneath. He had a white scaled torso, but his back had a row of purple spikes down his spine, which cracked multiple times as they formed. He groaned and a tail lashed free with bone pops as it grew in place. His massive tits exposed themselves to the world, and he felt a sense of relief from that pressure, at least from his chest. "You...you mother...mother fucker." He said in a voice that sounded more like the dragoness he created, Briathrax.

"Well, technically yes, but today if you desire, I could be a dragon fucker." Myu teased. "If you just let go of the rest of your humanity. Let's see the rest of her. Let's see Briathrax in all of her beauty and grace."

Brandon couldn't contain himself anymore. He felt his feet rip, and then his legs, his crotch, and then finally his head. His clothes and skin fluttered to the ground uselessly. He'd never be able to put them back on again. The old Brandon vanished in an instant, and all that stood there was the new being, the new Briathrax.

Briathrax's eyes were hard to see underneath her long purple hair, but her eyes looked much as a dragon's own, as she was one now. She also had two long horns on her head as well as sharp claws on her hands and feet. She looked mostly like a feral dragon, complete with a cloaca sex between her legs. She stuck out her light blue serpentine tongue and let out a happy roar. Myu helped free her from her prison that was her old body, and she was now free to be the monster she wanted to be.