A Curious Tail

 

Jack rushed past a crowd of sluggish moving museum goers, rudely shoving some out of his way as he made it to the entrance of the exhibit hall. It was a momentous occasion for him, the exhibit he’d always dreamed of seeing as a kid finally arrived to his city. Only took them 20 years. All that mattered though was it was here now and he couldn’t dare waste a second, slowly inching about the many displays lining the museum halls.

He spent what felt like an eternity soaking in the sights of each artifact and the history of each display’s texts. Jack was a sucker for medieval era fantasy, and these relics of the past were the closest known in existence to making those fantasies feel like reality. The theme of the exhibit was Descendants of the First Dragons. It focused on an old race of warrior kingdoms and their inhabitants who were claimed to be carriers of Dragon’s blood, able to tap into the power of so called Dragon Veins to directly change the terrain they laid claim to, as well as harness incredible strength. The calling card to this legend were their pointed ears not seen in any other humans. Their helixes grew to unnatural sharp points and they  were notably larger than normal rounded ears, some extending four inches to several centimeters in height. Some stories even spoke of their people possessing large, dragon tails, but no bone evidence has confirmed such claims as of yet. Still, gazing over the mummified corpse of one of these people was enough to make Jack believe anything, gazing in awe at its honest-to-god pointed ears.

Jack diligently read the summary text on the dash in front of the mummy, squealing with glee as they reached a particular passage…

The Drakin believed that mummifying the bodies of the dead would keep their souls trapped within the husk, in hopes that in the future a method could be found for their revival. This was a service performed only on the elite within their society, for royalty in most cases. Such was the case here with their warrior Princess Corrin as scribed on her grave. They were believers in magical principles and may have planned a ritual as means to revive their fallen Princess. However, no method has ever been recorded by the Drakin, let alone any records of success.

“Fascinating,” Jack said, eyes wide with amusement. “Things sound so much more intriguing back then. I would’ve loved to live in an era of mysticism.”

As he tried to refrain from hopping in excitement, he suddenly caught sight of a display he couldn’t help but leap towards. Outside of glass and propped on a tall mannequin stand was a lavish outfit labeled as belonging to the dead Princess. Approaching it, he took in its every glint and sharp turn. Despite being so old it had been kept in remarkable shape.

“I wonder why they’d leave such a valuable piece outside of a case?” Jack wondered.

He gently traced the splendor before him. It was apparel befitting a warrior and a Princess, equal care given to both practicality through its silver, armor-plated leotard dress, leggings and gauntlets, as well as elegance through its lacy, toeless leggings, full-armed blouse, svelte gloves, and stylish hairband all colored black. Gold trims adorned the armor’s design, most prominently around the armored skirt and lower spine of the back-plates hidden by a long, luxuriant blue cape. Additional plating hung down from the lower backside too, as if it were meant to cover an appendage sticking out above the butt.

“This has to be where their tails protruded. Heh, not that any of that was real. Probably intimidation tactics or something.”

Jack’s curiosity was getting the better of him, slowly raising a hand out towards the tantalizing tail armor.

“Just imagine though… having a tail.” he mused, inching closer.

The moment one his fingertips met the edge of the armor he gave a loud yelp, feeling a sharp prick to one of them. Seeing blood drawn from his finger, he immediately sucked on it, looking around in embarrassment as a few folks eyed him. A particularly frantic individual came running towards him and he backed off, the person yelling for him not to touch. A few other staff quickly followed and they began to close a protective casing around the armor as fast as possible. It seemed someone forgot to enclose the armor for the opening. Taking his chance, Jack dashed away to a nearby bathroom in hopes to avoid any further trouble.

Locking himself into a stall he let out a giddy chuckle. Despite the brief fright it was totally worth it. He got to touch a real piece of fantastical history! And all it cost him was a little—

“Huh? It’s gone?” he said, looking down at the finger that had been cut to find none remained.

As he stood perplexed, a chill traveled down his spine. Not over the mysterious disappearance of his cut. No, this was a precursor to something physical as following the chill came a numbness and the awkward sensation of his vertebrae jostling about, starting from the top. Once it reached his tailbone, a nerve wracking shock exploded at its tip, causing him to double over screaming against the wall of his stall.

“Wha... what the fuck was thaHHHAAGH!”

Another intense burst followed. Then another. Each one focused on his tailbone, which seemed caught inside a heated encasement, throbbing after each new chill down his spine carried the next bombardment. After the 5th or so time it began to feel as if the bone itself was tenting against his skin.

Jack gripped the top of the stall with both hands, bracing himself for each impact. It was like someone kicking him over and over in the lower back, focused on a hot pressure at the tip of his tailbone. It was uncomfortably stimulating in a way he couldn’t quite describe, not quite pain, not quite pleasure in a reasonable sense. It was simply overwhelming.

“Oh my—GOD! Oh my—FUCK! What is—HAAH! Wha—HOOH! OOOOH! AAAH!” Jack screamed out, the rhythm of the strikes picking up pace.

He began to feel a tugging sensation after each impact, yanking at the sensitive tip like a leash. Each time it happened, chaotic sparks of stimuli quickly trickled up his spine and exploded within the synapse of his brain. It was mind rattling, sending him into a panicked stupor he couldn’t combat, drool trickling from his mouth, eyes twitching. More worrisome was that his tailbone had broke the skin and was growing longer, gaining some flexibility as it did.

He stumbled, crashing from wall to wall in the stall as the over-stimulation of his spine’s growth continued to throttle him. His growing appendage seemed in sync with his mental state, thrashing about in worry alongside him. It grew big enough that it was cramped within his jeans, struggling to wag and instead folding against his butt as more length was spewed out. He could swear it was getting thicker too, comparable to a small, extra limb tossing about. As it rapidly filled the space in his pants they began to tug painfully tight at his waist.

“AAAAH! OOOH! SHIT! Get them—HAAAH! Got to—HOOOH! Get THEEEEM! OFFFF!” Jack cried out, still bouncing from wall to wall while unbuttoning his jeans and wriggling himself out of them. It was sweet release both for him and his tailbone—which gave a happy kick as it grew once more.

Jack slammed against the nearest wall and moaned, the pleasure the most intense it had been yet. It was nothing but unrelenting now. There were two tents in his underwear, one his tailbone slipping through to his thighs, and the other his erect dick. Reaching down to feel his new appendage, Jack nearly came on the spot once he touched it, the whole thing an androgynous zone. He could tell it was coarse even beneath the underwear and that the underside was firm with leathery flesh. What he felt last before recoiling though shook him to his core. He felt plated scales rising from the top of it, shredding the material of his underwear as it did. There was no mistaking it, he had a fucking tail!

He stiffened up, along with his new tail, as yet another growth spurt hit. He could feel the pleasure building with each new centimeter added onto it, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head while he hung to the top of the stall for dear life. The pristine, sharp scales emerging upon the limb helped cut itself free from the bothersome undergarments holding it back. Finally it was able to swing freely, two whole feet of tail whipping up and down as it experienced joy to the beat of Jack’s body, responding to the ripples of relieving bliss cascading throughout him.

“Aaagh! Fuck! Fuck! I’m! I-I’m c-c-cuuuh! CuuuOOOOH! Ooohhh, yes! Yes! Y-Yeah, yoooh! Nyoooh! Oooooh… Uhnn…”

Copious amounts of spunk launched from Jack’s cock, splattering against the wall of the stall and shamefully trickling down to the floor. He felt awful that he wanted it, but the build up had been far too oppressive to ignore letting it all go. Thankfully it appeared worth it, both he and his tail relaxing at last.

Jack plopped onto the toilet, panting heavily while his tail draped silently between his legs, showing only minor flicks at the tip. He had never came so hard in his life, and his entire body felt exhausted as if it had gone through a high intensity workout.

“I guess… growing a tail really takes it out of you.” Jack said. He then disconcertingly gazed at the mess he made of the stall. “In more ways than one. How can this be real? There’s no way!”

While the rational side of him tried to doubt what it could see, reality was impossible to ignore once he felt the texture of his tail, the sensation registering no different to him as if he were touching his skin. It was apart of him no doubt, every smooth, plated inch of the silver reacting to the strokes of his hand like a pleased kitten. He surmised it had to be linked to his own mental state, as in the moment he certainly found his own stroking pleasant. Teasing it brought him a sensation similar to the rising hum in his dick whenever arousal began to stir.

“Guhn! Oooh… W-Why does it—haaah! Mmmm…”

He could feel his body heating up fast and opted to remove his clothes. Peeling off his shirt felt agonizing in a way, the dragging of it across his skin like static stimuli. The strong pleasure from before was returning, but it felt more sedated this time, never pushing him over the edge. That said, he was beginning to feel lightheaded.

Leaning back on the toilet, Jack laboriously moaned, eyes pointed at the tiled ceiling as he felt his body enticingly shiver. His cock and entire body was pooling with warmth, the euphoric response so addicting that the man hardly noticed his new tail working it out of him. Spurred onwards by his own lust, it had coiled around his dick and was beating him off. Like another brain intrinsically linked to the body, it too wanted to keep feeling good. Its soft texture made it easy to tease, like the smooth grip of a woman’s hand stroking up and down.

Lost in a haze, Jack merely rode the moment, unaware of his body heaving and throbbing. With every forced breath and desperate pant, muscle shaved off his frame and height. The bones in his body lightly rattled, losing their thickness and masculine shape. His skin too softened, gaining a smoothness not unlike his new tail, all his blemishes fading away into the silky surface. His breathing intensified, and he placed a hand against the wall of the stall to keep himself steady, his bottom sliding from the toilet seat as he became more agitated. The tail was picking up speed, but it still wasn’t enough—not for his body, not for him. Frustration was building between both parties as they couldn’t quite push past that threshold. Luckily the tail had an idea, using one of the five diamond frills around its tip to brush the top of Jack’s cock.

“Hyah! What the fuck?” Jack yelled, a sting of ecstasy shaking him to his core. Flinging himself forward he noticed his tail wrapped around his dick pumping away, and the top of his dick being tenderly polished.

He recoiled in disgust and so did his tail, realizing that he had caved in so easily. This was not a time to indulge. He had to figure out just what had happened to him and how to fix it. He worried what might happen if he were to succumb to an episode like he had earlier.

“Huh? Wait a minute? My arms…”

Jack pulled both arms to his face, noticing they appeared thinner and more elegant in their slopes. Even all the sunspot marks were missing, his skin absolutely beautiful. The shock grew while he continued to examine, noticing a similar situation had befallen his legs. Feeling around his gut he had also shaved off a few pounds. What the hell was happening to him?

“GAAAAH! Hggh, holy shit!” Jack suddenly screeched, feeling a harsh, steaming hot pinch at the base of his spine which then sent pleasing shock waves through his tail. It was a wake up call for the limb, giving it the courage it needed to start taking action once more. Something was off about what it was attached to, no longer agreeing with the reservations held by its master.

Grunting in terror, Jack noticed it happening again, the tail growing. The same leash-yanking sensation from before returned, and all the pleasure with it. Thankfully he was more in tune to it now, so he at least felt like he could fight it. Grabbing the tail, he powered his way through the pain and pleasure to try and keep it from burrowing out of him. He could do little to keep the tail from slithering its way out. It even started coiling around one of his thighs once it was long enough to do so, giving it more leverage to tug against his pull. It asserted further dominance by thickening wider than he could grip, snatching his ability to struggle. Powerless to stop it, his body continued to shrink and have its mass widdled away.

“Yooou stubborn bastard! Guhn! Stop! I-I said staaaahp aaahn!” Jack yelled through his moans, his hands unable to clutch the tail anymore, but merely slide along its ever expanding length. The feeling of its ridges gliding across his palms were like an omen, each one the bumps on a road there was no coming back from.

The tail near its base had become thicker than his upper thighs, prompting Jack to try and thwart its progress further down his leg. The damn thing had a hold of everything above his calf, and was still coiling further down. He tried to rip it away at the tip first, but recoiled, smacking into the stall wall. The sensitivity was far too great at the point, so he was forced to change strategy yet again. He found it less daunting to pull at it near the knee, enough slack given if he bent his leg. Finally he seemed to make progress, the tail loosening more and more and the intense feelings shivering down his spine fading. He quickly realized that was due to the tail having stopped growing, holding a soft, pulsating grip onto him.

“Heh, finally ready to givuuh? Huh, aaaahh!”

Jack’s face planted hard against the stall as the tail became aggressive once more. It was no longer growing, but it was constricting him even tighter than before. The calf was smoothing out gracefully under the embrace, while the mass in his thigh was squeezing out of the openings in the tail’s grip, fat plumping into thicker amounts. All the while his bones were lightly breaking under the skin, being crushed and then reformed into an even daintier, more refined build than what had already befell them. The tail wanted perfection, a bodily structure that could properly flaunt the beauty coming into shape. The frills at the end of the tail got in on the action as well, clasping his feet and crushing and molding it into a pristine, feminine sculpt. Each beautiful toe shined with a glossy coat as they curled, the fuzzy frills brushing across their surface like the gentle blow of a lover.

It was painful, and uncomfortably pleasing, Jack reduced to a cumming mess as he swiped desperately with one hand at the tail. Once he managed to hook a few fingers underneath it, it released him, its work done. He gave a huge gasp of relief, but it was short lived, the determined serpent immediately wrapping around his other leg and starting the same process over again. His transformed leg planted onto the ground with newfound strength and a distinct jiggle. The thigh was a balance of corded muscle buried beneath bountiful fat, while the lower leg was elegant, sporting a firm, lean calf. All of it towered above the smooth, shivering bare foot sliding on the restroom floor. Every time the virgin leg flexed it felt refreshing. It made the mad quivering within his other reshaping leg come across as excited, as if it couldn’t wait to join its sister.

“H-H-HOOOH! Ooh fuck! Oh no! Oh yes! Oh god! Wh-What is wrong w-with my bodeeee!” Jack cried out, flowing from scream to moan as his leg was finished off, cum spilling freely onto the stall wall and joining the mess he had already made on the floor. His balls felt like they were deflating, all their stock being emptied by a body that had no idea how to handle such pleasurable heights.

Like before, once the tail finished it released him, only this time it cracked itself like a whip against the stall, splashing some of the fresh cum onto Jack. It startled him to attention and he raised up on the toilet seat. Looking down at his unmistakable female legs, he was terrified over not only the obvious, but how right they looked to him. He felt an itch at the back of his mind telling him that these were the legs of a beautiful and proud warrior.

Jack shook himself free of such ridiculous thoughts, rose to his feet and began fiddling with the lock on the door. The tail sprung into action, coiling around his torso and starting to pull at him.

“No, nooo! Please! No more! Let me—GOOH!”

Even with the new power in his legs he stood no chance against his muscular tail. It yanked him back onto the toilet seat and gave him no method in which to fight back the moment it began to squeeze. His body went nearly limp from the pressure, the hold on him so tight that he could feel his own pulse thumping throughout his body. Like before with his legs, he could feel his bones crunching and reforming beneath the skin, all the while his muscles and flesh being played with.

The tail was more tightly bound than as it was with his legs, squishing his torso like a corset. The invisible strings of it were being pulled tighter and tighter, the excess pudge in his gut wriggling up his tummy like the condiments being squeezed up a toothpaste tube. The more mass that was siphoned there, the flatter it became, and the more pronounced the grip there felt. Forcing out strained breaths, he felt something about to give, his spine rattling and sides trembling.

CRRRRAACK! SNNNNAAP!

Jack curled forward, letting out a grueling yelp as the sides of his torso snapped inwards. His body then quickly bucked backwards the moment his lower spine snapped into a deeper slope. His frame had been crushed into a feminine shape with slender dips to his sides presenting a distinct hourglass shape. Raspy gasps of air followed as exhaustion gripped his body alongside the tail. Barely able to lift an arm, he helplessly twitched as the tail squeezed him once more. All the excess fat that had been squeezed out of him was clogged beneath his chest and his tail was doing its best to press it forward, slowly sliding it up into his pecs.

The tail was wringing him out, body scrunching and shrinking under its grip. The way it hugged him like tight clothing left him with no confusion. He had the body shape of a woman now—sensual slopes, hills of mass, and buried networks of muscle all a testament to some otherworldly beauty he was being given. Even his arms and hands felt foreign, every inch becoming so gentle yet strong. His grip strength alone had increased ten-fold, noticing as he grabbed hold of his tail yet again in another desperate attempt at freedom. His fingers appeared so soft and as if they hadn’t experienced an ounce of harsh labor, but they carried an inhuman strength. Yet it still wasn’t enough, the tail’s own inhuman strength outclassing his own.

“No wait! STOOOP!”

Jack could feel it giving, the fat spilling into his chest about to explode. The tail sensing success, it hastened its pressure and heaved upwards, causing the man to hold onto the tail for dear life while his body was lifted, feet merely brushing the ground as he was forcibly arched back. It was violent and quick, clumps swirling in circles beneath his pecs and inflating them with supple fat. His nipples swelled and fired erect, leaking as they were raised higher into the air by the growing mounds below. It was excruciating, like molten lava pressuring the surface to balloon. Before long his chest was large enough that it began flopping about from each expansion, a few of their kicks nearly hitting him in the face while he thrashed his head about. Tears streamed down his face from the ungodly pleasure, both tits looking swollen as they sagged over the clenched tail, leaking as profusely as his cock until they could grow no more.

Jack felt the tail lessen its pull once his breasts finished forming, allowing him to collapse onto the toilet seat in a heap of his own fluids. As he sat relieved it was over a thought crossed his mind. He was happy they hadn’t grown any larger, settling on a respectable size that was not too big nor small. It made sense for a Princess to look appealing, but she didn’t want massive tits getting in the way of her duties as a warrior. Armor would be a pain to wear otherwise.

He shook his head, confused by the cluster of odd concerns. Why did he just think that? He was a man, not a… princess?

He had little time to stew on it however, jolting to attention the moment he felt his serpentine tail yet again moving with purpose. The tip burrowed under his new cleavage, bringing a surprising spike in pleasure that quickly broke down his defenses as he tried to grab it. It wriggled out topside and darted straight for his mouth, silencing any protest that was meant to come. His hands immediately went towards the tail’s end, fruitlessly trying to pry it out. The frills on the tail were tickling the back end of his mouth, causing him to loosen his grip. He was surprised at how easily he broke this time, his body quickly falling into the rhythmic thrusts of the tail slinking back and forth between his tits. He was reduced to a muffled, moaning mess, eyes fluttering as he submitted to the harassment.

Jack was clearly nothing more than a plaything, his mouth a hole to be stuffed and his torso a plushie to be squeezed. His dick too felt inadequate to the sheer size of the tail grinding against it. It was as if it was flaunting its power over him, the scales dragging against the pathetic human rod and forcing more cum out. His two most sensitive points were caught in a game of Dom and Sub and his human side was giving up, weakly spilling its seed in submission.

His mind swirling in conflict, Jack wondered, Why am I letting this happen? Why am I… starting to want this?

After that troubling thought, Jack felt the bones in his face rattle with warmth. His features then began to scrunch and clench, like a pair of hands were harshly digging their fingers into him and rearranging everything. It was mind-numbingly pleasant, any pain masked by the electrical bliss firing like veins across his face, shooting out signals to his tail, dick, and tits—every erogenous zone ablaze. Amongst it all, the softening features of his face, the thinning of his brows, the plumping of his lips, came a new spot of heightened pleasure. His ears.

Jack’s eyes nearly rolled into his head as both his ears began to lengthen at the top into sharper tips. They were becoming highly sensitive with each centimeter gained. Their canals opened up more, their sense of hearing expanding along with them. He could even hear the shuffling of feet from people outside in the museum, giving him false hope that maybe just one of them might enter the bathroom and save him. But that was a fool’s wish, and he knew it within his heart. Besides, every pull onto his hardening lobes, every invisible chisel taken to the sharpening of his extending ears, it was all such wondrous bliss! Why shouldn’t she revel in every moment of—!

Feeling his gag reflexes kick in, Jack began to hack, the tail recoiling out of his mouth as if he had spit it up at the mere thought of enjoying this as a woman. He gripped his head and heaved forward shouting, “No! I’m not a woman!”

Everything went quiet, and he soon realized the tail had let go of him completely, sitting in a heap beneath him with the tip wagging about perplexed. The sense of dread was thick in the air however, as Jack realized the voice that had yelled out was very much that of a woman.

Not wanting to believe it true, Jack talked to himself. His heart sank as the mature, soft tones of a woman fluttered from his lips. His new voice carried some sternness to it, evident even in his jittery state, yet there was a youthfulness mixed in. It felt nostalgic the more he spoke with it, proud even that despite the dire situation her role as a warrior and royalty came in crystal through her tone. That’s right, she wouldn’t dare give in to such—

“Agh, no! Why am I thinking that way again?”

More strange thoughts began to pour into Jack’s mind along with memories of a life that wasn’t his. Fighting on battlefields with loyal comrades and brushing off others’ glances over acts of cuteness he would unintentionally display were all becoming so vivid. That wasn’t him though, he wasn’t this Princess, this Corrin? That name continued to ring in his head, his tail frantically hopping over the thought of it.

“Guh, I wish to be taken seriously! I’m not some cutesy Princess.” Jack said aloud, thinking he was fighting against his thoughts, but only falling deeper into their painted pictures of a false life. He managed to break free again though, cursing that he thought of himself as a Princess.

“What is this about Dragons I—gh… I’m Jack! I’m on a trip to the Museum and, huh?”

Looking down, Jack noticed the tail was no longer idly sitting by, but wrapping its tip around his cock.

After hesitating for a moment he sternly commanded, “S-Stop! That is so vulgar! Why must you, uhn… Oooh.”

The tail began to stroke and quickly, causing him to slouch back onto the toilet seat, the pleasure much more relaxing this time. It was as if the tail was reassuring him this was okay, to just relax and let it take care of the rest. While it did feel good to unwind like this from time to time, she would die from embarrassment if any nobles from her kingdom caught her like this.

“I work so hard on the battlefield and yet, uhn… they q-question my resooolve!”

Jack’s dick fired off small bursts, placing his hands on the sides of the stall to keep steady as he rocked to the rhythmic strokes of his tail. He couldn’t keep all their judgments out of his mind, all the times they doubted her rapport as a ruler. Using her tail like this was such a nice way to unwind from the stress.

“Oooh yes, I… I… What? This tail? It’s corrupting me! I have to get out of here!”

Jack forced himself up, more determined than ever to make a push out of the bathroom. Who cared if people saw him in such a state, he needed to get help! Right as he placed his hands onto the stall door however, his tail throbbed, sending him back down in his seat.

“Gahn! Oh heavens! Not again!” He cried, his tail wiggling about. “It’s g-growing again!”

Jack was nailed in place by the tail’s actions, slowly thrusting his hips as it swirled its tip around the head of his dick. He couldn’t resist, the action causing his heart to excitedly race, her big, beautiful tail knowing just the right way to tweak her.

He cried out no, but his body bucked yes, the woman’s soul inside poisoning his rational mind. These were not his thoughts, not his words, and certainly not his worries. His worries were breaking free from this rapturous hell.

He could feel the possibility of escape slipping with every passing second, feeling the veins in his tail throb like the veins on a ribbed, meaty cock as more mass continued to pile on. Every bit of strength added to it meant less chances for him to fight back. He had to act fast!

“Cease at once!” Jack ordered, frightened at the sight of the tail’s tip prodding at the opening to his dick.

The tail would not be reasoned with, driving into Jack’s hole like it were its Princess’ pussy. It stretched him wide and burrowed halfway down the tip almost immediately.

“OOOOH FUCKING GAAAAAWDS!!” Jack yelled at the top of his lungs. Every seldom used nerve ending within his dick excruciatingly awakened, pelting his body with an otherworldly sexual kick.

He looked on in horror at his widening cock, grotesquely deformed to match the shape of the tail’s tip gently pumping back and forth. He grinned like a mad man, this level of pleasure reaching heights he never could have imagined. He bucked willingly along with the tail’s thrusts, tears pouring down his face as he cried out for help. It was such terrifying bliss, his body moving by pure instinct, some primal force within him unable to resist the call.

His cries of help soon gave way to rapturous moans that felt poised to never end, his voice becoming raspy from the constant belting. It sounded closer to roaring after a while, his tongue carnally flicking about as he was reduced to a mere animal in heat. Yes, the Dragon side of her knew how to let go and block out all the noise of human matters. If only she was allowed this more often, to let her Dragon blood run wild.

“RAAAAGH! OOOH, FUCK! GRAAAAGH!”

Roar after feminine roar bounced off the porcelain walls, delightfully ricocheting into her twitching ears that were growing yet again, sharp as daggers. His toe and fingernails all began to sharpen as well, becoming claws wildly scratching at the stall walls. It felt good to let the beast out, to let it consume her, to let it change her!

“RAAAAGH! AAAAGH! DEEPEEEER!!”

Her tail obliged, ramming even further into her cock, growing thicker as it did. It looked more like a bloated snake eating another bloated snake at this point, the tail burrowing down towards the base of her urethra with every thrust. All the while a empty pit began to form in her belly, and it grew big enough to start slamming at the walls of her dick. She was being fucked from both ends, each side desperately yearning for the other.

Hoooh gods! Ooooh gods! Wh-What is happeninggGGRAAAAAGH!” Jack moaned in agony, his brain snapping back to the reality of his situation. He was letting this girl, this Dragon fill his thoughts so easily. It just felt so good, so liberating!

The fucking from his tail became harsher, slamming itself all the way to an opening abyss hollowing itself out beneath his dick. His stretched cock began to shrink and slink inward, looking like a condom being pulled from his tail. The mushroom head of his cock was nothing but a hole now, a hole no longer bothered with male needs as it poured every ounce of cum out its clogged opening. The organ was wasting away into merely an entrance to far greater wonder.

The tail at last hit its mark, crashing into an anxiously awaiting cave. The Princess’ pussy was complete, nerves set ablaze by her invading tail. Her womb was still forming, but not too far behind, both of Jack’s balls sucking into him, one each being pulled towards the sides of his uterus by flexible tubes while being crunched into a pair of ovaries. He could feel his hips vibrating as they made space for them, ready to burst at any moment.

With a loud, drawn out snap his hips widened, the womb inside him decimating his male physique. Clear fluids squirted out the fleshy, withered head of his cock, looking more and more like the lips of a pussy as it slacked to the thrusts of the now fully grown tail.

He was a slave to a woman’s body now and all the pleasure that came with it, yet he was still clinging on to a shred of hope. With the tail still fucking away, Jack lifted both his legs and began kicking at the stall door. It was so hard to maintain composure with the rapid ramming into his snatch, the tickling of his tail feathers only making it more pleasurable. He had to rely on this strength he was given to break free, this wonderful… empowering—

“N-NOOOOO! This is naaah—Not me! Hoooh please! R-Release meeee!”

As he continued to wail on the door, a magical hum alongside a golden light began to fill the stall. Wispy streaks began to form all around his body, slowly materializing into more distinct shapes as they touched his skin. As he watched the misty forms solidify a familiar outfit came into being. Whatever mystical forces had done this to him were now bestowing upon him the very outfit he fawned over in the museum.

He let out a scream, the grim reality of what this all meant made abundantly clear. It was a scream so loud that it had finally reached the ears of someone near the bathroom door. They came rushing in, calling out to anyone who may need help. Jack yelled yes again and again. To the Samaritan, the replies sounded less like a beg for help and more like a woman being fucked in the bathroom stall.

“Uh wait. Who is—What are you doing in there!?” The man asked, appalled over what he was hearing.

Jack knew this was his last chance. With eyes closed and teeth gritting he put all of his force into his next kick and smashed open the stall, nearly blowing the door off its hinges. This blindsided his would-be saviour with the sight of a woman dressed in period armor with a giant, silver plated tail slipped into her panties fucking away.

“Sir! Pleeeeez! Save me!” Jack begged through a twisting grin, the pleasure ready to take him at any moment. “I-I can’t hold, oooh! It feels soooh! H-H-Heavenly!”

The man screamed in fear and ran, Jack’s manic eyes following him out the door. Gradually he began to laugh, the miasma of ecstasy and instinct chewing away at his psyche. She had made a fool of herself, she had been seen like this by a commoner! It brought relief though, to know that she truly felt no shame in her heart over what she was doing. This was her body, gods be damned, and she would do with it what she pleased. She was a proud warrior and a fine Princess, and she had earned this time of leisure!

“Y-Yes! Yes! Oh gaaawds yesss! I can feel it swelling!”

Princess Corrin meant swelling as in the rising heat in her loins leading to her inevitable release. However, her still masculine butt cheeks were swelling as well. Now that she had usurped the throne from Jack, her body needed to rid itself of the remnants of its former ruler.

The tail crazed Princess screamed for more, both her and her flexible appendage finally working on the same wavelength. As the tail came more directly under her control, its motions became less savage, Corrin swirling and stirring the tip inside herself with tender precision. She knew her body well and how to please it, but something still felt off.

Corrin’s ass gave several kicks, fat exploding outward and causing her body to hop. After the new jiggling fat settled it firmed, her panties sinking into the strong, clenched crack of her bountiful booty. Her ass was round and shapely, but brimming with the strength needed to carry her sturdy tail. It was as perfect as always, so that couldn’t be the problem. No, something else was off, something important, something intrinsic to her entire identity.

She was desperate for release, unsure of what was holding her back. So she tried anything she could and began stroking her tail as it pumped into her, as well as playing with her breasts beneath her armor. She was drowning in pleasure and yet there was a threshold she simply couldn’t reach. It was frustrating, so aggravating. She was happy and more turned on than ever before, so why couldn't she—!?

Her face scrunched violently as bones began to jostle about and the shape of her still male face began to change. It caused her pussy to squirt, her body breaking through that barrier. She was cresting, finally reaching that elusive high!

“Hoooh it’s happening! H-Hyaaah! Oh gaaawds its c-comiNNNGH!”

The tremors of a massive, building climax spread across her body, juices bubbling out from her pussy in excess as she bucked and screamed. Each tremor brought a rolling wave across the surface of her face. With each onslaught more of her male features were eradicated from her kingdom. The pudgy nose, sliced away by her sharp, smaller nose. The rounded chin, pierced by the more pointed lower frame of her face. The hair of the brows, their numbers thinned by the sensual, more beautiful hairs uprooting them.

As her lips softened and pursed her hazel eyes glimmered with a red sheen that soon took over the pupils completely, becoming rubies filled with the rage of a Dragon and the passion of a Princess. All that had felt wrong felt right again, her body giving into orgasm. She clenched tightly to her breast, to her tail, body shivering in sweet relief as multiple spasms rocked her. The wet, satisfied lips of Princess Corrin opened into a smiling roar, claiming victory over her enemy—their short, dark brown hair being washed away by her shining, silver mane. Royal juices spilled onto the floor like a trickling waterfall, its current matching the flow of her hair winding down like streams on her back. The long, wonderful release only began to dissipate once her hair had fully grown and the missing hairband from her attire at last appeared atop the crown of her head.

The spent woman basked for a while, her tail shivering as it slowly slipped out of her pussy. She held a relaxed smile for several minutes, breathing in and out as she relished every dying ember of the most gratifying orgasm of her life.

Corrin’s blissful rest was then abruptly disturbed by the sounds of shuffling feet and panicked words picked up by her keen sense of hearing. Her ears wouldn’t lie, these voices were talking about her and the scene she made. She had to make her escape!

With miraculous speed she slipped out of the restroom, through the halls, and out the lobby, the fresh air not enough to calm her nerves, nor her embarrassment over the dry cum staining her body. Having the memories of where her previous forms apartment was gave her an out thankfully and she rushed for it to shower up.

Bathing gave her some time to think of her situation, as well as explore the fascination that was her own body made real again. She knew she had died at some point in battle, but everything was a blank from then to now, everything carrying over seamlessly as if no time at all had passed. It was like snapping awake from a long dream where you had lived another life, that dream slipping quickly away to the back of your mind as the present came back into focus. But her present was in the past and now she had inherited a future from a life that wasn’t her own but that she now possessed intimate knowledge of.

“The world of today is astounding. So many wonders to behold. All the citizens look at ease, free of war and famine. My heart feels… excited.”

Corrin let all the knowledge of the modern day she had awoken to process within her, her smile growing brighter as she realized that the situation she found herself in now freed her of all her past responsibilities and ridicule. She had given so much to her country and people and yet she always felt like it had never been enough for them. She could never be herself, but now…

“The gods have favored me.” She said, slipping a finger into her slit as her heart began to flutter. “The ritual worked and that man’s blood has bestowed upon me new life… A reward for my service.”

She dug into her snatch and lightly moaned, backing into the shower wall. Her tail wagged happily at the tip. The Princess was no longer a Princess burdened by responsibilities and the Dragon was no longer shackled by rules or accord. Both sides of Corrin were given full agency and could indulge as they pleased. The proud Drakin woman was now truly alive.

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