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Tf-Female to anthro dragon

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Looking up at the cold, grey mountain, Freya felt a shiver of anticipation pass through her body. This was it, the final prize, a treasure horde so huge and vast she, her grandchildren, and probably her grandchildrens grandchildren would be able to retire for life. No more crawling around in dirty, spider infected dungeons to fight cave trolls, no more odd jobs in the village, no more being hassled by angry woodsmen for fresh bear asses, just a life of relaxation and rest. And all she needed to do was just kill one simple little dragon. She brushed her long brown hair out of her eyes, she tried it back behind her head to keep it out of her face. To her right, in the dense forest that surrounded the peak, a loud, gruff shout accompanied with the sound of stomping boots, she turned to face a large orc patrol making its slow way through the forest.
"Ow! Boarsbreath pushed me!" Shouted a hoarse voice
"No' I didn't, it was trampfoot and he knows it!" Shouted another
"Ahh! 'Ee kicked me! He kicked me hard!" The conversation erupted into what sounded like a series of very strong orkish expletives, followed by the occasional grunt or bellow of pain.
"Stop it! Stop it now all of you! Or so help he gohrrerhk I 'ill turn dis raidin' party around and head back to cave!" There were a number of sighs as the group quieted down, but only for a moment before the fighting resumed, as loud as ever, a dozen orcs angry, gruff voices echoing off the trees.
"Take that ye scab ridden pock face!"
"I'll bite yer ear off!"
"Quiet!" Yelled the commander, which did nothing "QUIET! Humans is comin', stay quiet" The mob quieted down quickly.
"I dont smell no-" Boarsbreath's sentence was ended abruptly as an arrow suddenly protruded from his chest." With a surprised, and not to mention comical look on his ugly face, he fell lifeless onto the mud. Before they could run, two more were taken out by the hidden archer, and another 6 fell before they were out of range. Freya jumped out of the tall tree she was hiding in, putting away her bow and drawing her sword from its sheath on her back, and swinging wildly.
"Hunter! Hunterrrrr!" The commander bellowed, as the warrior took off the heads of two more of the disgusting creatures. Instead of running or fighting, the leader of the now mostly dead patrol fainted in the mud, with a scared wail. With a quizzical look on her face, Freya poked the orc with her glowing sword. The body shuddered, whimpering, like a little child on Dragon Awareness Day during the fireworks.
"Ahh! Please, don't hurt gork, gork never hurt nuffink, go away, scary lady, go away."
Sighing, Freya bent over the crouched orc commander.
"Look, you don't happen to have a map of the mountain pass do you?" She asked the monster.
"Ere, take it, just don't hurt gork." The creature pulled a ripped, bloodstained map from a pouch on his waist that looked to be made of cat skin. It smelled like moldy cheese and mud, but the orc had been truthful, the crudely drawn map (Freya had seen better drawings by toddlers) showed a long, winding path up the mountain.
"Bet yer gonna' kill gork now" the creature cried, now sobbing like a baby. "Gork momma said that gork never be brave orc, now gork cry like human baby, kill me quickly." Out of all her years of adventuring, Freya had never seen an orc cry once, not even baby ones, but the sobbing thing at her feet was crying, or at least attempting to.
"Make it quick, so gork don't feel no pain" He sobbed. Instead of killing the poor creature, Freya began to walk away from the crying mass.
"If gork is such a coward, gork deserves to live" She said coldly, no longer paying attention to him. She began to follow the map, deaf to the orc's pleas for death.

The path was long, winding, and treacherous, the path winding back and forth up the mountain like a drunken goblin, but she had made it most of the way before sunset, when she stopped to take a quick rest before moving on, driven by images of endless piles of treasure and piles of gems. The mouth of the cave was gigantic, its great yawning mouth like the dragon's maw, and stalagmites like razor teeth. She withdrew a torch from her pack, lighting it, and stepped into the open cave. The treasure cavern was farther in, but she could already see small piles of coins and gems lying scattered about the floor. She could feel her heart beating in her chest like a hammer, cold beads of sweat dripping down her forehead and running down her neck. She was getting close, she could see wisps of steam and could feel the heat generated by the gigantic beast that lay within. The flickering light cast grotesque, frightening shadows on the high walls, causing her to jump at every turn of the winding tunnels. She was getting close. She turned a corner, her armored boot meeting... nothing. For a few horrifying seconds, she tried to regain her balance, flailing her arms in a desperate attempt to right herself. Below her, dragon fire reflected off of endless piles of the priceless treasure. She suddenly tipped forward, falling into the massive cavern that had to be 200 feet tall. The armor she prized so much would not help her. Before she hit the floor, her vision turned black.

Freya opened her eyes. A quick check over proved she was not, in fact dead, or even injured, as far as she could tell. What had saved her, was the fleshy mass of her prey itself, the gigantic red wing of the dragon had broke her fall, saving her from her a hard death. The giant stirred from its slumber, enormous eyes the size of windows fluttering open, bathing the adventurer in a golden light. Freya froze, waiting to be incinerated or crushed. Nothing happened. Seconds passed, and neither breathed. Freya came to her senses, drawing her sword and screaming as she lunged for the red dragon's heart. Burying her enchanted blade to the hilt. Instead of giving a shriek, the dragon gave a long sigh, its whole body shuddering. Its gigantic maw opened, but instead spewing fire, the dragon spoke quietly.
"Foolish human, your barbarousness is only exceeded by your greed. I gave you a chance to turn back and redeem yourself, but you chose to show your true colors."
The huge eyes blinked solemnly, not angry, but sad. "There are few of my kind left, even fewer still have not welcomed the insanity that we are so susceptible to. I curse you, to save my race and redeem yourself, or become like the rest."
With that note, the behemoth began to dissolve into thin air, its body seeming to evaporate like red mist. As the last of the beast disappeared, a brilliant flash like a hundred suns blinded her, leaving her eyes stinging, and ears ringing like bells.

When she regained her senses, she found the room considerably darker, without the dragon's luminous eyes, but some of the flickering braziers remained lit, making the piles of gold look like mountains before her. A sudden greed consumed her, gloved fingers grabbing desperately at whatever gold she could find, and shoving it into her pack and pockets like some mad thief. It took her a few seconds to overcome the feeling, as she saw how little she had made a difference in piles of wealth before her, she might sooner try to drain the ocean with a cup than ever move the amount of riches that lay unprotected before her.

"Ah,ah, choo!" The dust in the air that made her sneeze unexpectedly, but what really surprised her was the small clouds of smoke that drifted from her nostrils.
"What the..." Her armor was suddenly feeling hot, very hot, as if she had been on fire from the inside. Beads of perspiration trickled down her small face, only to evaporate as soon as they touched her chest. She scratched at her neck, the previously soft and supple flesh now feeling slightly slick and callus under her fingertips. The human jumped, as she felt a sudden bump from behind her, a pressure building up in the seat of her pants. Her armor suddenly felt a little too small, especially in the rear, fingers scrambling to undo the leather straps.

Fumbling for the small buckles, Freya found that it was getting increasingly difficult to undo the buckles, as her fingers began to plump up, becoming less dexterous in the process. Bringing her swelling fingers to her face, the warrior watched as her trimmed fingernails cracked and split, falling to the floor, only to be replaced with much sharper, longer black claws that looked razor sharp. The feeling in her backside was growing to an intolerable amount, but Freya found that her new nails made quick work of the leather straps, the black claws slicing through the material like butter. Now longer restrained by the metal plate, the pressure continued to grow at a faster but much more bearable rate.

The warrior gasped as she felt something tickle the inside of her leg, cold, smooth flesh sliding down her thigh. The possibility that a snake had possibly slithered into her britches crossed her mind briefly, but the thought was revoked when the 5 foot long mass ripped its way through her pants like they were paper, pulling up the back of her chainmail skirt. What Freya had mistaken for a large snake, was in fact attached to her body, a fact she had failed to notice earlier. The mass had slipped through one of the leg holes of her panties, causing the silken material to tighten across her hips.The powerful tail she had just grown was thick, and covered in bright red scales, which looked incredibly familiar.
Her mind darted back the to the dragon's last words before it vanished: "I curse you to save my race" What she had taken as an empty threat from vanquished monster was beginning to come true, would she really be forced to spend the rest of her life as an awful dragon? That thought was put on hold as she began to feel warmer inside, but, as she realized, the warmth was no longer unbearable, but now made her feel good, like a comforting fire, except this one was inside her. As she stroked her tail, she found she was no longer afraid, as she felt the cold scales beneath her fingertips. The scales were nothing like she had ever felt before, they were cold, and slick, but at the same time hard and solid. It reminded her of the time she had felt dragon skin armor, at one of those expensive armor shops she could never afford.

Despite how afraid she had been, she nod chuckled at the thought of having her very own dragon skin armor set, one she would be able to permanently wear. As she rubbed her new tail, small, sensual moans escaped her lips, as scaled hands felt across scaled muscle. The cool dry air of the open cavern felt amazing on her new scales, which proved more sensitive than her human skin ever had.The scales themselves were spreading across her body, down her arms and legs, and wherever they touched, she felt the warmth she now loved so much spread, causing her to moan again in ecstasy as the fire inside her grew. A noise deep in her throat, like a cross between a purr and a roar resonated throughout her being like a miniature earthquake, hands now shaking as she slid them along her new apantage. Just the feeling of the cooling air on her bare scales and the touch of her hands elevated her to levels of pleasure measures beyond that of any man she had ever been with.

"This is amazing...ahhhh, have... to... get...clothes...off." She frantically undid her armor, ripping apart straps and tearing at her chainmail, dropping the steel plates to the floor to expose her changing body, stripping down to nothing but her boots, undershirt and panties, this was no time for modesty, as she watched as the glistening scales over took her soft pink flesh, soft skin turning harder than diamonds. The red scales spread like fire across her hips, it was getting harder now to hold off from letting go and letting the pleasure was over her, and as her hands stroked her smooth, sensitive hips, could feel herself letting into the temptation.
"Gods," she swore "why is everything so...tight?" There was an unwelcome pressure in what remained of her attire, boots felt like her feet were encased in stone, sleeves of her undershirt stretched unwillingly across now bulging biceps, and a growing rump made her panties feel a little too tight.
There was another tug on her panties, straining them further, silk cloth stretched across her wide hips and swallowed by her now oversized backside, making them tight between her legs like a thong many sizes too small. It occurred to Freya that she was growing, as she felt her shirt become a little too tight.

Freya had always been a smaller sized woman, her smaller bust allowing her to wear men's clothing and armor, and even helped her pass off as a man sometimes. But now her previously flat chest now strained the front of her shirt like two small melons, giving her undershirt a fight to contain the growing flesh. Groping hands massaged the mounds, as her shirt began to give up its hard fight, ripping about a foot of the way down to expose red scaled breasts that could of put most tavern wenches out of business. A long, lust filled moan escaped the woman's lips as her hands felt the supple bosom, her fortitude broke, as she submitted to the pleasure of the changes. Her hips, already wide, stretched her panties to the breaking point, the useless cloth fluttering the floor with a loud snap. Small nubs at her shoulderblades distracted her, as they stretched out, batlike wings unfurling from her back where they flapped freely in the open air. Small deposits of fat gathered across her body, giving Freya shapely curves that would never again be mistaken for a man's body ever again.

Long, euphoric groan echoed off the vast piles of wealth as she continued to feel her body, white fluids trickling down the insides of her expanding thighs. She had gotten taller, too, she noticed, the ceiling no longer looked so many miles away, but still felt spacious. Her face, which, up to this point had looked vaguely human, pushed out into a blunt muzzle, human teeth sharpening and growing into razors that could rip flesh like paper. Boots burst, sending a shuddering sigh of relief through her body, and the last of her shirt was overwhelmed by what had to be breasts the size of beachballs. In comparison, however, they looked in place with the rest of her now huge body, limbs stretching as she reached an impressive 30 feet in length from snout to tail tip. The warmth now coursed like rivers through her blood, as she stroked her shapely thighs, her hands darting up to her voluptuous breasts as she felt an impending climax.

"Ah, ah, ahhh, yess!" She breathed as her body shuddered in ecstasy, turning into an animalistic roar that echoed off lonely cave walls like thunder. Suddenly, at the very height of the pleasure, a torrent of blazing hot fire leapt from her lips like screams of her own ecstasy echoed off the walls. She quickly snapped shut her mouth in surprise.
"Did I just...yes, I did!" She yelled happily. Opening up her maw again, she let loose a flame hot enough to melt steel on contact. After experimenting, she found that she could control its size from anything from a supernova of heat, to a tiny, campfire sized trickle. Looking across her wealth of treasure, she felt a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment in her mind. Now, if she could add to it just a bit more...

Epilogue.
The armorsmith in the nearby town was already having a strange day, when two female elves had asked for matching breastplates and daggers, a knight asked if he could buy on credit, and a very wealthy goblin had requested a sword made entirely of gold and priceless gems. But the dragoness that had entered just before closing time had to take the prize for strangest. It was clear she was not very used to her form, albeit a human sized one because, dogonnit it, dragons have magic too, blundered into his shop wearing nothing but a chainmail shirt, had requested an entire armor set be made to fit her, tail, wings and all. It was for, she explained, adventuring, she had heard tell of the ruins of a great city that contained riches beyond belief. The exhausted smith was about to turn her away when she hefted a bag of gold coins so large and heavy that made that rich goblin from earlier look like a beggar in comparison. To top it off, she even offered to help melt the metal!

Freya is an old oc of mine, and I wrote this when a friend pointed out that she didn't have any kind of backstory. Freya is normally a human sized dragon who, despite her large treasure hoard, still searches for relics and rare artefacts for her cave. Stay safe around dragons, kids.