Trunk Full of Rings - Dragoness

Eyes closed, I grab a ring off the top. The last ring had been fun, once I'd learnt how to stay in the air, rather than reaching 4 foot before falling back to earth sideways. Once that achievement was accomplished, flying had been absolutely brilliant, especially flying to great heights before folding my arm-wings in close to my body and diving back to earth, only spreading my wings at the last moment and shooting across the treetops at unbelievable speeds. The adrenaline boost you experience from pulling a manoeuvre like that is unimaginable, and quite addictive. I found myself repeating this over and over again, going higher each time as I gained confidence in myself and my body. However, I once again find myself called home by my stomach. I had wanted to eat quickly and get back out there, but unfortunately I find myself struggling to eat with less than half your normal fingers, and massive feathers that forever get in the way. Together they make a simple task arduous, which is a shame. I really quite like this form…

Turning to the mirror, I realise that while I'd been reminiscing over my experiences, the transformation had already started without me. Orange scales have already begun spreading across my arms, and as I examine further, I find more patches have appeared on my legs and back. Rubbing a finger over them, I notice them to be hard, but smooth, similar to my naga ring. The Eastern dragon ring had been different; the scales much flatter, probably for better efficiency in water… The scales spread quickly, cream scales growing on my chest, stomach and palms, rather than the deep orangey scales emerging everywhere else. As the scales reach my fingertips, white claws slowly push their way out, each a few inches in length while I lose a finger from each hand. Like the last ring, the claws appear to be just as sharp. Testing this theory, I find some remaining skin on my hip and gently poke myself. I retract quickly after the claw meets no resistance, and I watch as blood slowly wells up at the point of entry.

However, before I can think to grab a tissue or something, the scales overrun the area, effectively healing the cut. Returning to my reflection, I realise the scales have completely covered me, mostly darkish orange except the cream scales running from my crotch to my lower jaw, as well as on my palms. Unsure if the changes are done; a boring ring if so, I peer closer at the mirror, trying to see if any minor changes are occurring and I am simply not looking hard enough. Because of my proximity to the mirror, I am shocked when my face suddenly pushes out into a small muzzle, bumping the mirror as it grows to its shortened length.

As this is happening my ears grow in size, relocating to the top of my head and becoming pointed, cream scales growing on the inside. These new ears of mine poke through my hair, which I notice is growing longer. Considerably longer in fact. Wait why is my… awh seriously? It hits me as my features shift, becoming noticeably cuter as my irises change to a fiery orange colour and my pupils pull into slits, while the tip of my tongue forks. Looking down, I see two lumps forming on my chest, confirming my hunch as they progress into a pair of D-cup breasts. Eyes looking further, I see my hips grind apart; all the while a tail grows from my rear, more cream scales appearing on the underside while the rest are the same orange scales. Turning to get a better look at my new appendage in the mirror, I notice the scales on my back shift about as more limbs emerge from my back. These limbs continue to grow out, quickly growing to fill most of the small room as a pair of orange scaled wings, a red membrane forming across them as I struggle to fold them in.

Eventually I manage to do so, wings folding up neatly on my back, while my general body strength improves to hold the weight of both my scales, and these massive wings of mine. I mean, seriously, why do they have to be so big? The harpy's form had comparatively small wings, though was still capable of flight. It doesn't make sense, but seeing as I won't receive an answer, I forget about it for the time being, as something is irritating my throat. The tickling gets worse, and as it becomes too much, I cough into my hand. Understandably I am surprised when flames shoot out of my mouth, engulfing my hand and singeing the floor below. Strangely, my arm felt nothing, and as I bring it to eye level, I see no noticeable damage. I guess I'm fireproof, I think as I experimentally cough again, confused when no fire erupts from my mouth. I try again; receiving the same result, no flames whatsoever. I'll have to figure that one out later.

Looking back at my reflection, seeing my hair has finally stopped growing at mid-back, slightly covering my wings as it turns a few shades darker than fire-engine red. I suddenly squint as horns begin pushing out of my head, three forming a line below each ear and two between my ears. Those below my ears grow to just under half a foot each in length, while the two between my ears only reach a couple of inches. As I peer at my complexion, I guess they do make my look cuter… somehow.

Looking myself over for further changes, I notice my toes have each gained a long sharp claw as well. Other than that, it appears the transformation has finished. Well I guess this is certainly different to the Eastern dragon ring, very much so. Completing a spin in the mirror, I once again find myself wondering why my wings are so big. Well, only one way to find out I suppose…