Rehabilitation of a Hero: The Scaly Surrogate

Trigger #122: The Beholder Eyes

Object Class: A complex magical mechanism located in the Demon Lord’s Dungeon. It uses an artificial version of the Empathy spell to scan the target’s desires, and transmogrifies them into their “true form.” Beauty IS in the eyes of the Beholder, after all. Constructed by the Demon Lord’s Dungeoneer, Minnie Ebonyhoof.

Transformation Type: TG, Giantess, Dragonification.

Threat Level: Benevolent. A helpful transition option for unknowing adventurers (and a good idea for me to try and automate this process back on Earth so I can spend more time cuddling with Mister~) ;3

Subject: Turquoise Azurewing, 21, F, Dragon, formerly Tarkus Peltsnatcher, 21, AMAB, Human.

The following is a biographical account of events based on the subject's own testimonies and several eyewitness accounts.

Here’s something they don’t tell you in the storybooks.

Dragon eggs are made of pure gold.

The exact science behind why is… tricky, but the long and short of it is dragons consume large amounts of the metal in their diet when pregnant, and then metabolize a golden egg membrane in their womb in order to protect their young before they hatch. Dragon gold is strong and conductive enough to create some insulation from the elements, while still being soft enough for the hatchlings to leave the egg when they are ready.

Unfortunately, gold is also considered an incredibly precious form of currency to humans.

Are we starting to connect the dots?

Tarkus Peltsnatcher did, when he was sent by King Saberon to catch him a young dragon to be raised for war. That was how he found himself helplessly lost in the depths of the Demon King’s Dungeon. And that is how he stumbled upon a Dragon’s den.

The fresh corpse of a brilliantly blue dragoness lay slain on the floor. The only hint that the dragoness had once possessed a trademark horde of gold was a few stray coins and some long emptied treasure chests scattered around her body. A body whose size could only be compared to that of a great blue whale, beached on the sand.

Tarkus ran his hands against the smooth sapphire scales of the reptilian woman, occasionally interrupted by several ghastly wounds, unmistakably the work of man.

The killing blow had been what he could only assume was a lucky spear thrust that slipped through the softer scales in her armpit and ruptured her heart.

“Poor girl…” Tarkus huffed to himself as he examined the remains of this once legendary beast. “...why didn’t you run away…?”

His answer came in the form of a glint in his eye. Something reflecting the firelight of his torch. The dragoness’s arm was covering something. With great effort, Tarkus managed to push her forearm off of whatever it had been obscuring.

He gasped.

Two massive, golden eggs were wrapped safely in the underside of their mother’s body, thankfully missed in the so called “heroes’” plundering.

“...my Gods…”

The world wobbled underneath him. Guilt gnawed its way through the lining of his stomach.

“...she was just protecting her young…”

He swallowed back some bile. Something was melting in his chest. A frozen cube of emotions he had repressed since being drafted into the king’s army began to thaw and ebb at his chest. Gentler than he knew he was capable of, he pressed a coarse hand to the sheer, reflective surface of the egg.

He could feel it. The heartbeat of a baby dragon, ready to hatch any day now.

“...she didn’t even get to meet them…”

Hot, shameful tears prickled at his eyes. Never in his adult life had he allowed himself to cry. Crying was only for women and the weak, his father had told him.

But this injustice was too much. These young fledgelings would never know their mother, would probably not even survive the winter now, and for what? Some scraps of gold? If the life of something so magnificent had a price, he would have been willing to pay it to keep it safe and warm.

“...Gods, it’s not fair, she never even got to MEET them…”

He was sobbing now, his hot and aching forehead pressed tightly against the cool metal eggshell.

“DON’T MOVE!!!”

A woman’s voice, filled to the brim with venom and righteous fury.

Tarkus turned in surprise to see a short and stout minotaur woman aiming a crossbow at his chest. Her resolve wavered for a moment when she noticed the fresh tears in his eyes, but she steeled herself and took aim.

“Who are you and what have you done to Cerulea?!”

Tarkus looked at the mark of the king on his cloak with renewed disgust. He shrugged it from his shoulders, and unclipped his belt, allowing his weapons and hunting traps to clack to the floor.

“I’m just a beastmaster, I’m not a soldier, I did nothing, I’ve only just found her like this…”

Crossbow still aimed for his heart, the minotaur nodded to his discarded cloak, the King’s patch still face up.

“Are you one of the King’s men, then? Back to finish the job…?”

“...not by choice… I don’t…” he bit back new tears, “...I don’t want to be a part of this… monstrosity any more…”

He put a hand to the eggshell, its heartbeat emboldening him.

“I… I just want to help. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Surely it was only a few seconds that passed, but it certainly felt more like hours. Then, the minotaur lowered her crossbow.

“...maybe… maybe you still can.”

“Are you sure it’s safe to leave the eggs alone back there…?” Tarkus asked as the minotaur effortlessly navigated them through a labyrinth of twisting and turning tunnels and secret passageways.

“They’re not alone. I’d already sent some of the King’s… OUR King’s, not yours… men to move them to a safer nesting area…” she said under her breath, “...you’re lucky I found you first or they might have… well, you’re just lucky…”

“For what it’s worth? Saberon ain't my king, either. My clan lived off the land in peace, only took what we needed… then his knights came, overwhelmed us, took all the able bodied men to fight his wars for ‘em… Haven’t had a chance to escape until now… guess that makes me a coward and a criminal in the eyes of the kingdom…” He allowed himself a bone dry chuckle. “... but it’s still better than being a murderer…”

It was the minotaur’s turn to laugh, now.

“That sounds familiar. I used to build war machines for that greedy fucker. When I finally learned that the things he was ‘protecting’ us from didn’t NEED protecting from, just the opposite, in fact, I turned traitor myself…”

“Wait, you worked for the king…? But he doesn’t hire…?”

She turned on her hoof, cocked her hip and smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“What? Monsters? Some of us weren’t always monsters, you know. Hell, some of us weren’t always women.”

She winked. Tarkus’s face went flush, and he deftly avoided her eyes. But from the corner of his eye, he saw her reach out a hand.

“Minnie Ebonyhoof, by the way.”

After an anxious beat, he took her hand and shook.

“Tarkus Peltsnatcher… so, that sort of change is… possible…?”

“You’re about to find out… we’re here…” She opened yet another secret passageway, this time into a great stone amphitheater. At its center was a grand carving that towered over a stage. Eleven stone eyes rested their eyelids around the rim of one even larger eye.

“This is the Room of Judgement…” she gestured to the strange mechanism, “...if you’re serious about joining up and making amends, it’s time to step up to the plate…”

Tarkus shifted his feet, not stepping towards the stage, but not stepping away, either.

“...and if I refuse…?”

The minotauress shrugged. “I give you whatever supplies we can spare and send you merrily on your way. We might be monsters, but we’re not savages…” 

The answer was surprising, but Tarkus couldn’t shake the feeling it shouldn’t have been. He felt far more at ease in the presence of this so-called “monster” than he had ever felt in the presence of King Saberon’s men.

With a steadying breath, Tarkus took to the stage.

With a mighty groan, the eyes of the mural opened to reveal pupils made of flawless gemstones. They burned with light, and scanned the young beastmaster from head to toe.

Then, a feeling much like being dipped into a warm bath passed over every inch of his skin. His muscles clenched, then melted into a much more pliable state. He felt as if the whole of his body was being stretched to impossible lengths and then filled with a limitless supply of energy and mass. But that wasn’t the end to the changes.

His skin prickled, goosebumps rose and gave birth to glistening blue scales. His nose and jawline snapped outwards, teeth elongating into the fangs of a muzzle. A short pain in his forehead and the small of his back bore fruit in the form of ebony horns and cobalt wings. His legs snapped between the knee and the femur, until all that touched the ground were his claws and padded toes. A long, fat tail plopped to the floor behind her and wriggled across the stones. 

He was turning into a dragon; that much, at least he was sure of. However… he was also turning into something else. He could feel it. His shoulders weren’t as wide, his hips far from narrow. Soft fat bubbled and expanded in his chest and wrapped around his legs and ass. His hair had never been short, but it had never been so long, either. And then, a sharp pinch between his legs. One plant withered while a new flower bloomed within. 

A clawed finger brushed against her clitoris, and she shivered.

She hadn’t JUST turned into a dragon.

She’d turned into a DRAGONESS.

“What-?” her hands wrapped around her muzzle. Her voice was so much louder than she was used to, sure, but also somehow softer… warmer. “...What just happened…?”

The once grand amphitheater was now more of a cramped crawlspace. She had to be somewhere in the realm 25 feet tall now. The walls of the dungeon squished against her fat ass and pressed against her thick chest, emphasizing the feminine shapes of her new body as well as their sheer size. Her head bumped against the ceiling, her horn glancing off the stone and sent stalactites crashing to the floor like icicles on a roof.

“Woah, easy, big girl! It’s okay!”

The dragoness’s ears were luckily sharp enough to hear the minotaur shouting up at her, although her voice now had a distant, mouse-like quality to it. The dragoness kneeled into a crawl and lowered her head until her chin was resting on the ground.

“Why am I… a dragon…ess…?” she asked, carefully modulating her voice so as to not burst her new friend’s tiny eardrums.

“Because you were always a dragoness… deep down, at least…” her companion said, her diminutive hand resting on her new snout. “This is the Room of Judgement. I built ‘er myself. She brings out the best in people. The best in me was a tiny minotauress. And the best in you, as I so accurately deduced, I might add, turned out to be a big sexy dragon lady.

A sexy dragon lady…?

On the scant few occasions the former human had received compliments, they were more to the tune of “handsome, strapping, or strong.” But she’d never been described as “sexy” OR a “lady”... which she realized was a shame, because it felt… RIGHT.

Her tail was wagging before she even realized it, crashing against the amphitheater walls and causing some concerning tremors.

“HEY HEY HEY, QUIT IT, YOU’RE GONNA CAVE IN MY BABY!!!”

“AHHH! SORRY!! I’M STILL LEARNING HOW TO CONTROL THIS DAMN THING!!! HOW DO I TURN IT OFF?!?! AAHHHH!!!!”

It was no small task to squeeze a full grown dragon out of the dungeon and into the nesting grounds a short flight away. Despite Minnie’s hunch that the transformation would be draconic in nature due to the circumstances, she somehow hadn’t considered how in the hell they would extricate her from such cramped quarters afterwards. Regardless, the two managed to make it to the surface, and Minnie was able to give the newly minted dragoness a crash course in operating her new wings on the way to her new nesting ground.

One amateurish flight lesson later, the two had landed safely in the crystal mines that would serve as the dragoness’s new home, which was guarded much heavier than the Dungeon that had been designed mostly to distract most of the King’s soldiers and extract new recruits. Soon after a squad of Orcs arrived to deliver the golden eggs to their new nesting place. A dragon-lit bonfire roared underneath the two eggs, incubating them as the two rested their travel weary and cramped bones.

“So… Turquoise Azurewing? Seriously That’s what you’re going with…?” Minnie snorted as she rested on top of her partner’s head.

“Yeah, I was thinking ‘Turq’ for short. Why, what’s wrong with it…?” the giantess pouted, looking up at Minnie like a scolded dog.

“Bitch, you basically just named yourself Bluey Bluewing,” Minnie chuckled.

“Oh really?! But for some reason it’s okay for CERULEA to be named… ah…” Turq bit her tongue, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s fine,” Minnie said, patting the flustered dragon on the snout, “I know what you meant. She probably would’ve gotten a laugh out of it, too…”

“...did you know her well…?”

Minnie stretched, dismounted her friend’s head and laid down on the ground next to her, both staring at the crystals on the ceiling.

“Not as well as I would’ve liked to, all things considered. Not to speak ill of the dead, she was kind of a grumpy bitch most days, to be honest, but when it came to her eggs… let’s just say she was very very sweet when she thought no one was looking…”

“That’s… nice…” Turq looked up again, this time past the crystals, past the cave and the sky, even. “...hey, Minnie? If there’s an… after THIS… and she’s watching us now… do you think… do you think she’d be proud of me? Do you think I’ll do her proud…as a mother, I mean…?”

Minnie stood up and crossed directly between Turqouise’s eyes.

“Bluey Bluewing… I mean, Turqouise Azurewing… I’ll tell you, what my king has told all of us when we doubt ourselves time and time again…”

“And what’s that…?”

Minnie pressed her forehead against Turq’s muzzle and gently stroked her cheek as she said, “...that you’re going to be AMAZING.”

Tears weighed down her massive eyelids. Heavy, but somehow much, much lighter at the same time. She pressed her cheek ever so gently closer to Minnie’s pint-sized body.

“Thank you, Minnie…”

Turq sat up, covering her new sex in embarrassment. According to Minnie, the Demon King’s tailor was hard at work fashioning leftover sail cloth into suitable clothes for her, but for the moment, Turquoise was nude, and Minnie was mere feet from the hot, wet folds of her lower lips. There was a roiling heat in her stomach, and it sure as hell wasn’t dragon fire.

“Uhm… Minnie… what do I do if I…” Turq looked away in embarrassment, her tail rhythmically wagging and wrapping itself around one of the bigger stalagmites.

“Wh-What am I supposed to do if I, uhm… overheat…?”

“Overheat? You shouldn’t, I don’t think. You’re fireproof, now, and cold blooded, so if anything you should be more worried about being too cold not too-”

“Nuh-no… what do I do if I feel hot, but… not like that…” Her tail was wiggling now, her legs squirming as they struggled to calm and cover her wanting wet slit.

“Hot like…? OOOOOhhhhh…” An evil grin spread across Minnie’s face. “Is the big bad dragon lady HORNY?”

Turquoise was squirming again. As much as she wanted to deny it, Minnie had hit the nail on the head, and the pure desire was eating her alive.

“Y-yes…”

“And I’m guessing this big bad dragon lady doesn’t have, let’s say EXPERIENCE with such matters?”

“Yesss…”

“Heh. Virgin.”

“S-shut uuuuuuupppp…!” Turq buried her face in her hands, leaving her front entrance fully exposed to her tiny companion.

“Calm your tits, Turq. I’ve got this…”

Turq heard a tiny rustling coming from below, and unshielded her eyes.

She immediately shielded them again as soon as she realized Minnie was now completely undressed.

“WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS ARE YOU DOING?!?!” she squawked like a gigantic bird.

“Seducing you. Is it working?” Minnie laid a hoof-fingered hand on Turq’s grapefruit sized clitoris and pressed down. Hard. Ecstasy ran up through Turq’s body like fire across a line of gunpowder. Minnie dashed the wick before it reached the keg by removing her hand from the button, sending shivers up Turq’s spine.

“Puh-PLEASE… duh-do that AGAIN,” she said, a low, rumbling purr in her chest.

“Say plea- oh, wait, shit, you already said please, didn’t you, umm…” Minnie’s commanding facade fell for a moment as she considered this dilemma. “Oh! I know…”

She traced her fingers across the clit’s hood. Turq’s shivers sent tremors through the cave.

“BEG,” Minnie growled, fingers thrumming the round wet fruit in her hand. “Beg me for it.”

The irony didn’t escape Turq even though her head was being wracked with aftershocks of pleasure. This tiny cowgirl, no bigger or stronger than a mouse from Turq’s point of view, currently had her by the throat.

“Please…” she begged.

“‘Please WHO’?” Minnie demanded.

“Please, Mistress…”

“‘Please, Mistress’ WHAT?”

Turq swallowed hard, the scales on her neck clacking back into place as the lump in her throat dropped into her stomach.

“Please, Mistress, f-fuck me.”

That was all Minnie needed to hear. The next thing Turquoise felt was Minnie’s wet, spongy bovine nose press against her soft blue clit. Minnie’s sandpaper tongue lolled and dragged deep against the peel of the dragon’s forbidden fruit.

“Haaaahhhhhh…” Turq’s moans reverberated off the crystalline walls and filled Minnie’s tiny ears like a war horn, spurring her on. She wrapped her lips around the ripe melon and started slurping at its sweet juices. Turq’s legs trembled. They gently closed in around Minnie, a wall of soft thigh meat pushing her even closer. Minnie was voracious in her hunger. Turq almost feared this tiny cowgirl would swallow her whole.

“M-Minnie, I’m going to… ah… aahhhh-!” Turq trembled, and Minnie held onto her lover for dear life in the ensuing earthquake.

FWOOOOOOOMMM!!!

White hot fire erupted from the dragon’s mouth and nostrils as its opposite covered Minnie below. Turq fell like a great castle wall, sending her aftershocks thrumming through the cavern. As she gasped for breath, the tiny cowgirl simply walked across her stomach and between her breasts to plant a gentle kiss on her snout.

“Now what do we say?” Minnie teased.

“Tha-Thank you, Mistress…” Turq panted gratefully.

“Oh my Gods! Oh my Gods, Minnie! It’s happening!!!”

Turq hopped in place, sending shockwaves through the cavern as several thin lines worked their way down the outside of her precious golden eggs.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, stop shaking the damn cave!” Minnie laughed as she struggled to keep her balance and make her way towards the nest they'd tended for months now.

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m just so excited! I was so worried they wouldn’t hatch, that I wouldn’t be good enough, that I almost didn’t let myself BELIEVE that-!”

“Turq,” Min silence her with a simple pat to the thigh. “You’re going to be an amazing mother.

Turq smiled gently and leaned down to properly greet her hatchlings.

“I can’t wait to meet you.”

From the desk of

Mira Alcott

Head-Mistress of Transformations

(Special thanks to Andrew Harding for the suggestion, to my Test Readers, to VioletVelvet and Zoey for editing and to all of my Patrons for your support!)