Anzu felt particularly good about today for some reason. The summer air was fresh and the birds were chirping to their heart's content. Though best of all was the joy of being with her friends; the people that she had shared so many moments with both good and bad, Never was it a dull or uneventful day for her when she was with them. Little did she know that today especially would be a noteworthy indeed, although not for the reasons she was expecting.
She stopped as reality seemed to warp and shift around her.
"So the Vessel and the Pharaoh's most loyal friend has fallen into my trap, just like the rest of her friends."
Anzu broke into a cold sweat. That voice, she knew that voice!
"Aigami?!"
He ignored her attempt at conversation. "You know, I didn't expect to have such an easy time finding you, but I suppose I should have known better. Your unwavering loyalty to your friends is admirable, but I know there is more to it then that...." A brief pause interluded and let Aigami's original sentences sink in. "I shall bring out your true sense of fidelity and the ferocity within your heart."
The walls of what Anzu had thought to be her reality began to crack and manifest fissures, what they eventually laid bare was a twisted manifestation of what had been before. She had seen this type of phenomenon many times, but never had she felt so powerless. Her arms began to lock and go rigid that she at first mistook as a natural fearful reaction. She tried to regain her nerve, but her arms still barely moved, they felt heavy and weighted, and soon Anzu realized why.
"Wha-!" She couldn't believe what she was witnessing, what she was feeling. Her arms had seen bulk and mass added to them courtesy of something akin to plate mail overlapping their length. The material in question was of a metallic and polished texturing that occasionally yielded gaps at the respective segments for her joints, they moved about her limbs until they were finally down to her hands. It was there that Anzu could only watch with horrified amazement while her fingers spasmed to the tune of crunching and moving bones. When her five digits fused into four claw-tipped ones, she found herself forcing her eyes away.
'Why doesn't it hurt?' She thought through clenched teeth until she finally mustered the courage to look at her new hands, and flexed them disbelievingly. They moved as easily and smoothly as they always had.
Anzu groans mixed with more sounds of changing anatomy as she watched the unbelievable happen before her very eyes. Her legs began to weigh down heavily just as had happened with her arms, and so like her arms the same plating began to creep up her legs and under her skirt. It was there that Anzu felt a moment of discomfort around her hips. It was a subtle bit of growth, but sufficient to pull her belt tight enough to make her notice it all the same.
She couldn't see them anymore, but she could still feel a thin precursor of plates moving up under her shirt until they eventually peeked out and engulfed her neck. The more developed counterparts on her arms and shoulders began to bud small spikes in various places that had so far gone unnoticed by her. Anzu stood in wide-legged shock too afraid to move or touch anything for fear of advancing the changes even faster.
Anzu forced a labored gulp as the scales around her neck thickened and layered upon themselves. She expected the worst now that the changes had reached her head. What would happen now? Her answer was given when her ears began to itch, she couldn't bring herself to scratch them for fear of what she would discover. Sounds around her distorted and dulled until Anzu realized she was deaf, At least for a moment before her hearing came back and even better than it had originally been. Her newly keen hearing was more than enough to divert her attention to a multitude of sickening crunching noises in her bulging shoes. They fought their best to hold back the expanding feet, but ultimately lost their struggle against her newly victorious talons; three beastly digits that begged Anzu the question of what she was becoming, a question that she put on hold when her figure grew more. Her shirt pulled and began to strain against something along her shoulders.
"H-hard to breathe." She barely gasped out the words in desperation. The transformation was unrelenting and apathetic to her plight ironically to the point of tearing her shirt in ways that finally allowed some respite. Such comfort came at the price of modesty, for the tears had exposed her bra straining against a more robust torso. It was a similar case for the knee-high stockings which were also beginning to fray in their protest of her wider hips. All that had been able to remain unscathed were her belt and skirt; Anzu feared it would not be long before they also succumbed to her changing form, she winced and braced herself.
"No, no, stop, stop!" Anzu protested against the changes as a pointless vocalization. More growth, more ripping and more tearing were all that she could feel. Every scale and spike that her initial changes had laid the groundwork for continued to solidify and become more pronounced. Her figure itself had also not been spared and saw her with even wider hips and to her embarrassment a larger bust.
The vicious shoulder spikes responsible for tearing her shirt proceeded to do the same to her bra straps and simultaneously obliterated what was left of the shirt. The useless fastenings of her bra draped down across its strained purple fabric, further pulled up in the wake of more growth. Not much was keeping her breasts held back and Anzu feared they could plummet from the bra at any moment.
It wasn't just her upper clothing that was losing against the transformation. While arguably less modest than her shirt, Anzu's skirt and belt abandoned all pretense of shrewdness as they pulled too tightly to stay intact. The belt was the first to go while the skirt began to catch up with a tear at its center. Stretched past a comfortable fit her panties were now revealed in further shame to Anzu. A gasp escaped her mouth and she went bow-legged with the unpleasant thought in mind that she would soon likely be nude.
"Gaah!" Anzu winced from a sudden discomfort along her shoulder blades. She could feel whatever it was pulling against what was left of her bra and in turn pulling her chest down enough to inhibit her breathing a second time.
"Can't...take....m-much more!" It was the most she could enunciate between her pained gasps, the scales overtaking her face made it hard to do much more than that. She couldn't even move, the bits of clothing she had left were now a cage restraining her ability to do much anything. Her thickening and lengthening neck did her predicament no favors either. More unbelievably her hips and breasts saw another surge of growth, one that Anzu prayed would be the last. She shuddered and shook as she grew bigger overall.
At this point her bra could simply take no more and relented to the stress her transformation was subjecting it to; it was violently plucked away by the framework of her growing wings, her tits bounced about to mixed feelings in her mind.
"Oooooh!" She leaned and sighed an embarrassed, but much wanted relief.
That sigh quickly became a yelp. With nowhere left to go the scales centralized around her head, overtaking and covering it like an armored helmet. The same crunching and crackling noises she had heard many times before came back louder than ever. It was terrifying.
'Isn't real, can't be real!' She yelled in her mind and tried to shut out the sensations that contradicted what she was thinking. Like riding an elevator down, Anzu felt that same sickening feeling with each extra segment added to her neck. It only worsened when her head pulled and contorted into the only visage capable of doing justice to what she was becoming. Certainly nothing human remained of Anzu beyond her hair that hanged inside a splayed crown of horns. Everything else had been pushed aside for a bestial theme, almost.
She felt it in the back of her mind, nascent, almost unidentifiable, but quickly gaining momentum until she recognized them as murky thoughts. Anzu's eyes flew wide open when she realized those thoughts were becoming more focused into something from the deepest, darkest parts of her psyche. She threw herself with all her willpower against this feral side that the transformation had started to unlock.
'N-no, I'll fight, I won't give up!' She stood her ground and pushed back against the instincts, but for every bit of force she gave, she received twice-fold. Anzu's eyes trembled in fear, It was winning against her, she could feel it!
'Fight, . . .will . . . fight it!' Her hair began to fall away and reveal thick plates below. Their departure was almost symbolic of how her efforts of opposition were getting weaker with each passing moment.
'I always win in the end. Me and my friends always win!' Anzu rummaged through her memories and dug up all those in which she and her friends had prevailed against overwhelming odds.
'It will be alright.' She comforted herself and brought up faces of her friends, or were they? As the feral aspects overtook her humanity, Anzu began to question who these people were. She thought she knew them, but it felt more like deja vu than actual certainty. Her last bastion of composure and clarity forced itself to the surface to alert her to the horrible truth: Anzu was all but defeated, the mental changes had stripped away almost everything that gave meaning to her life. She no longer knew who her loyalty was for or why she fought, she only knew that she had to fight.
'Fight, can't lose, will fight and-an........AND KILL!' Anzu opened her eyes in pure untempered fury; human pupils had been reformed into draconic slits which now glowed a fierce blue. The caring and gentle gaze she had always been known for had been supplanted with murderous intent, Anzu grinned through the razored teeth of a apex predator. The primal instincts had finally won. A ferocious roar from the Blue-Eyes Dragoness made claim that the old Anzu was no more.
"These clothes, they serve no purpose!" Anzu's first instinctual act was to remove the ridiculous visages of clothing that had somehow made it this far. There was no grace or precision with which she went about tearing away at them, it was simply something that was on impulse. She snarled with the rags of her skirt in stockings in either hand and stood, the very texture of their respective fabrics irritated her. What frail creature had she been to need use for something so worthless? She tossed them aside with contempt then tore off what was left of her other stocking. This left her with the last and particularly restrictive article of clothing that was her underwear, tightly bound that her privates were outlined over the strained fabric. They had impaired and restricted her movements throughout the transformation, but now they were simply a minor hindrance incapable of even fully covering her. Anzu bent her head down and angrily huffed at the ragged underwear. Her hands moved in with the intent to tear away the last obstruction of her beautiful form, but stopped when something above her butt begin to pull at the panties.
Anzu glanced behind herself and delighted at the view of an appendage extending and pushing against her underwear; the more her tail grew and the more her panties tore, the more relief Anzu felt. She gave a soothed hiss as the finale of the transformation violently jettisoned the underwear off of her curvaceous rear.
Then for sudden reasons she could not explain, Anzu had been compelled to let herself fall to all fours; her body slammed down with enough force to make her large rack pendulum up and down at gravity's whim. Anzu now knew why she had fallen to such a bestial stance. Within moments the dragoness had gone into a state of panting, desperate lust. Instinct was what had commanded her to assume this stance. To that end she swayed her rear back and forth in the hopes of enticing a mate with her needs.
A fantasy played out in her head and she imagined a strong, healthy mate claiming her, thrusting his length in and out of her dripping cunt. Anzu squirmed about, panting, moaning, clawing at the ground and hoping that someone would give her the release she wanted.
Anzu felt her surroundings trembling and distorting, something was making its way into her dimension. A space near her developed small faults and then shattered entirely and as something forced through. Anzu kept her view locked on the breach, ready to fight if needed, but what emerged from the breach sent Anzu into a mating frenzy instead. She raised her rear as high as she could; tail lifted to give a full view of her succulent ass and dripping slit. Anzu roared a mating call as loudly as she possibly could. Her talons clenched and dug into the ground to anchor herself for what was undoubtedly about to happen next.
Through the portal stepped another dragon, his appearance came across as similar to hers, but with minor variations. Anzu took notice of his features; big, lithe, and with a regal sense about him, his crest and spikes more pronounced and prominent upon his body than her own. She then set her gaze on his vent and imagined just how "big" he was, the very thought caused excitement and in turn she lifted her ass even higher. His approach was slow and deliberate, his footfalls loud and heavy. Every step he took towards Anzu worked her to such extremes that she was afraid she'd orgasm before he even touched her, until finally he stopped mere feet away from his prize. Within seconds she felt something stiff bump against the outer skin of her vagina, and before she could realize what it was the Blue-Eyes Emperor Dragon had already leapt on her and begun thrusting and snarling. Anzu felt her senses numb and her eyes go wide, no other sensation in the world was currently relevant to her beyond the warm shaft slamming around inside her cunt. She bucked herself back and roared as if to say, "Is that the best you have?!".
Her challenge was answered as the Emperor Dragon pushed his weight down upon her. Anzu accommodated his motion and lowered herself down until her chest was pressed flat against the ground. He thrusted again, harder and harder still until Anzu felt his member swell inside her folds and synchronize with her own spasming vagina into a harmonious intertwining of primal roars.
She layed there exhausted and recoiling from an untold magnitude of bliss, while her mate had already withdrawn and begun to caress her in a way that juxtaposed the feral mating frenzy. She felt his talons gently slide across her face plates in a way that could only be described as protective, nothing at all like the primal beast he had shown himself to be when he'd first arrived. His touch gave her pride, pride of what she now was, proud to have a mate to give and receive undying loyalty. Beyond vague shreds of memories and her sense of loyalty, everything that she had been was gone. As far as Anzu knew now she'd always been a dragon, proud and free to do as she wanted. From this day on only her and her mate mattered. All others were prey or things to be subjugated at the rule of Emperor and Empress.
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\n\t\t\t\t\txvarchonvxAnzu / Tea Transforming into a Blue Eyes White Dragoness
Remake of this old mini sequence here:
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