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Broodmother - Dragon TF TG
🕑 Added 2022-05-18 19:55:03 +0000 UTCStay out of the dragon's lair. Unless you want to become one - and get fucked sideways whilst it happens.
After hearing of the missing princess, a dashing knight had bravely volunteered to search for her. He knew exactly here to look – briefly after the young maiden’s disappearance, a dragon had been sighted on the mountain. It ha most likely taken up residence in one of its many caves, and taken the princess as its captive.
So started the knight’s journey up there to save the poor girl; little did he know, however, that this endeavour would prove fruitless.
Having completed the climb, the knight arrived at the cave the dragon was hiding inside. He walked in, sword drawn, armour shining.
“Dragon!” he bellowed. “I have come to slay thee in order to save the princess you captured.”
The dragon looked up; he was a massive creature, with dark purple scales and bright yellow eyes. He chuckled and addressed the knight with a deep voice.
“A princess, you say,” the creature scoffed; one of his claws pawed at the stone around his neck. He grabbed it, pulling it over his head as he continued to speak.
“I’m afraid you’re too late, my friend.” The knight noticed that the necklace shrunk to the size of the dragon’s finger as he took it off, the stone dangling around it.
“What do you mean, you dreadful creature?” he said. “Have you eaten her already?”
He took up a defensive stance as the dragon began to move towards him, the finger with the necklace outstretched. The stone had a strange green glow to it. The knight pointed his sword at the dragon, but couldn’t take his eye off the stone – it dangled right above him, and he could swear he could hear it speak to him.
“No,” the dragon said. “None of the sort. I can assure you that no harm came to her...
“But she is a princess no more. And soon, you will cease to be a knight.”
The knight stared as the long, purple finger stopped over his head – the dragon tilted it downward, allowing the necklace to slide off – it fell over the knight’s head, landing on his chest with a clang as the stone hit the metal chest plate.
The changes were immediate. The knight’s armour began to groan as his form began to change.
“You see...” the dragon said, standing up on his hind legs, revealing its massive, purple dragon cock. It had become rock hard and throbbed with anticipation at the mere thought of the spectacle that was unfolding before the dragon’s eyes.
“The princess you came to save... found this cave whilst exploring. She thought the necklace around your neck was rather pretty. And when she put it on...
...She turned into me.”
This news, as well as the sight of the massive penis before him, did not seemed to please the knight; a look of utter terror washed over his face as the distance between him and the ground grew ever larger.
“W-wait!” he shouted. “What is happening to me? Will – will I become like you?”
“A foul beast?”
The dragon scrunched up its nose. “I surely hope not,” he said. “I am no beast, and you… well, considering what happened to me, clearly a girl in my former life…
“I am afraid you will soon be a male no more, my dear.”
The knight’s armour continued to squeak; it was beginning to come apart like a soda can under too much pressure. By now, he had grown at least a foot; he would have to grow several more before the cock in front of him would be able to fit inside.
Yet, the purple dragon found himself impatient – with a single move from a sharply clawed finger, what remained of the poor knight’s pants and leg plates as no more.
His ever growing, swelling thighs were now revealed – green scales were growing on his skin, slowly covering every inch. His balls had already left the battlefield, and his penis, which was neither growing nor shrinking was quickly becoming a clitoris. Her vagina was fully formed – and the womb was well on its way to developing.
The dragon licked his lips. “Yes…” he mumbled. “You’re perfect.”
Being too impatient to wait for her to finish growing, he moved in, being unable to fit more than the tip of his cock inside.
“N-no,” she moaned, too weak to resist – but even then, the ‘no’ was already less than genuine by the time it left her lips. Her fingers, with nails growing into long, sharp claws, dug at the floor as her mate inched his way inside of her, further and further as her size allowed for it.
As her height increased, so did the size of her thighs – and ass – and not to mention bust. When the chest plate finally gave way, it was like an explosion – the plate bounced off against the horny dragon’s chest as he proceeded to shove himself inside his new mate deeper and deeper, her new bust excitedly bouncing along. They were still getting bigger – as was she. If she wasn’t careful, she might actually outgrow her new mate.
She was long beyond scared, her pleas turning to moaning and cooing as her mind was transformed, being able to think of nothing but the cock inside her. She wanted more.
Her feet grew into claws as her fingers had done, and a long, spiked tail protruded from just above her large, round butt – her mate’s long, purple nails dug into it as he finally reached all the way inside – by now he was up to his balls inside, and he could tell there was more room. Green scales covered every last inch of her, and her mouth was filled with sharp teeth and fangs, which she licked with pleasure whilst screaming and begging for her mate to keep going.
Last to grow in were her wings – they were small, skin-covered stubs at first, but they quickly grew and folded outward, reaching their full span as her purple mate came inside of her, letting out a loud, proud roar as he did.
Soon, this new duo would be able to see the fruits of their labour – as he lay beside her whilst she slept, he could swear her belly was already beginning to swell with eggs inside. Soon, she would bear them, and she would have completed her first task as the brood mother of a new dragon’s nest. He gently stroked her horns, careful not to wake her – she was absolutely perfect. The necklace had most definitely served its purpose, and had lost its power after finding him a mate. Now, it was nothing but a pretty memento for his wife to wear.
Had the prince succeeded in saving the princess, he likely would’ve married her, and she would’ve bore his children.
Now, the former knight would bear the former princess’s children. And both parties were equally pleased by this arrangement. So, ultimately – what was the difference?
