“Okay, we’re set,” Annie said, adjusting the tripod one last time. She aimed the microphone away from the fornicating women on the opposite site of the room before turning her attention to Pen. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Pen nodded. I can use my power to make sure this isn’t found until the world knows of our existence. They will not be so afraid of seeing you by then.
“Most likely, by then, many of them will be dragons as well, or at least, not human.” She sighed. “One last time, for sure?”
Yes. You have absorbed
much dragon seed, and it is still active inside your womb.
“So, it’s still changing me?”
Correct. Another infusion will ensure your final transformation. Pen stroked her hair. Can a dragoness still accept this…Noble Prize?
Annie laughed. “Nobel prize. And if the man who invented dynamite can have a peace award named after him, anything’s possible.” She stroked his multi-hued scales. “I know that better than anyone.”
Pen smiled, and leaned his neck down to kiss her. Please, begin the recording.
Annie nodded, and cleared her throat while she pressed the record button on the remote.
“Greetings, world. My name is Annie
Koshi, sophomore biology student at
She continued by chronicling the sensations and results of her changes, being careful to omit the incriminating details.
“I am recording my final transformation, both for the benefit of science, and for myself. Let me assure you that…that…ungh…”
Annie grimaced in slight pain, her wings opening up as she leaned over a bit, and flexed her fingers as the nails thickened and hardened into black talons. Her pinky fingers rose up her forearms into a modified dewclaw as the webbing between her fingers stretched out to the bottom of the first finger joint. She retained her opposable thumbs, and worked her three fingers as reflective silver scales began forming along the backs of her hands, slowly developing along her forearms.
“As you can see, my transformation is completing itself. My mate will provide the final…” She winced again, feeling herself rising with the shifting of her ankles. She stood on the balls of her three-taloned feet, as a fourth talon projected from the backs of her risen ankles. The scales formed over her feet and began to rise up over her legs.
“It is time. Let this video be evidence of who I was, and what I am becoming.” She dropped down to all fours, shaking her head as her ears fanned out and her tongue rolled from her mouth, darkening and forking. “I hope thissss sssshall be conssssidered Nobel Prize-worthy.”
She nodded to Pen, and flicked up her tail as he approached her, bracing her from behind to be mounted for the final time as a human.
“If not, it issss no matter,” Annie continued, moaning as Pen’s penis pressed against her wide vagina, “I have already claimed a prize far greater.”
Pen entered her, the camera becoming unimportant as they copulated, their eternal union captured on film. Pen climaxed quickly, filling Annie with his seed.
Annie opened her eyes wide, reveling in the feelings of her
ultimate change as Pen wearily dismounted her. “Now…see…what I…have…become…”
Fri May 3 05:44:45 2002