Banana Sweets 3 - Kingdom’s bane

(Woman into dragon)

by BananaSweet

(Inspired by: https://twitter.com/SIncognito69/status/1458226997822435331)

Princess Karina Sabellia sat at the desk in her chambers, staring out an ornate glass window that overlooked the city below. She was not sitting as a princess normally would, far from it in fact. She sat the same way that a person contemplating murder would sit, with lips pursed tights, legs spread, and hands pressed together over her nose. There was a good reason for her anger; today would be her last day as a free woman.

Tomorrow she would wed against her will to the prince of some backwater duchy. The prince was not a charming one, and not a nice one either. He was very insistent on having ‘strong heirs’ with her, and the thought of carrying his children brought to mind cutting out her own womb. It was all the more insulting that her father was doing this for a pointless political gesture towards a duchy and its allies that would declare war anyways.

Karina slammed her head down upon the desk, letting out a rattling sigh at the injustice of it all. Sleep had not reduced the rage and indignity that she felt at her situation. She was the princess of the rich and beautiful Ahldania, a member of the legendary House Sabellia. Dragon-blooded sorcerers and sovereigns were her ancestors, and here she was being sold like a common whore to some princeling.

The thought of that blasted man was like an itch in her brain. Trying to take her mind off of him and her situation only made it itch all the harder, and scratching it brought about temporary relief only at the cost of her dwindling sanity. Taking a sharp breath, Karina scooted away from her desk and stormed onto her feet. She paced around the room, trying to think of anything she could do to get out of this situation.

She found herself too stressed to think clearly. If she was going to get out of this situation, she’d need a cool head and a plan. The wedding wouldn’t be until tomorrow evening, as was tradition, and that gave her plenty of time to brood over her options once she calmed herself down. Stomping over to her bed, Karina stooped down and pulled out a small dark wooden chest from underneath the bed frame. The latch on the chest opened smoothly, revealing a variety of precious contents. Amongst the jewelry, heirlooms, and a plainly scabbarded cinquedea sat a roll of paper stuffed with a minty-smelling herb.

It was a roll of dreamleaf, a rare magical plant. Inhaling its smoke calmed the nerves and brought a sense of peace, it was also rumored to show you a dream of what you desired most, or make your wishes come true. Katrina had been gifted the substance upon reaching adulthood by the former court sorceress. She still missed the batty old crone dearly, she was a grandmother to her.

Karina took the roll out, and promptly kicked the wooden trunk back under the bed before sitting down upon her bed by the wall. She sighed wearily as she stretched her legs out, along with her left arm as she reached over for her tinderbox on the nightstand. Setting the metal pan in her lap, she placed the herbal roll into it for safety. A striker sat in the tinderbox, and it only took a few squeezes for a spark to set the incense alight.

White smoke smelling of spearmint and vanilla flooded her nostrils instantly. It was intense, almost too strong for her to handle as her nose burned. As she coughed from the overwhelming scent, she could already feel the substance starting to work on her body. All the tenseness in her body started to melt away, radiating out from her chest cavity in a soothing wave.

“Oooh that feels divine,” she moaned to herself as she reclined against a cushion. The initial harshness of the incense was fading as her senses adjusted. She could breathe more freely now, letting more of the substance into her body. Her skin started to tingle, senses heightening as she felt warm yet paradoxically cool as though someone was rubbing peppermint onto her skin.

“Mm, I need to get more of this stuff some other time. Gods I just feel so… good.” She absent-mindedly mumbled to herself, not realizing that she was talking out loud. Everything felt good, every little movement across her skin sent tingles up her spine. “Starting to feel, mmph, horny~”’ she moaned sultrily, squeezing her thighs together.

As much as she wanted to keep huffing that heavenly scent, she needed both of her hands. She took her time stripping down, letting the slide of clothes and hands against skin arouse her all the further. By the time she had finally kicked off her undergarments, she was dripping onto the floor and her nipples could cut porcelain.

Lowering a hand to her crotch, she squeezed her engorged clit between her thumb and index finger. With her free hand, she greedily scooped up the still-smoking roll of incense and flopped back into her bed where she could relax and unwind properly. She propped herself up against one of the lounging cushions, and let her mind wander as she played with her slit. Fingers dancing across her lips, spreading them, slipping inside. The roll of dreamleaf was quickly dropped in between her breasts, the princess seemingly unbothered by the heat of it slowly burning as she began to play with her nipples.

A fantasy formed in her head, aided and amplified by the smoke wafting directly into her nose.

She could see herself cradled in the arms of a large and handsome man, his hair black as jet and eyes like smoldering coals. His arms were thick and burly, wrapped around her waist and keeping her pressed against his barreled chest. He smelt strongly of vanilla and cinnamon, a delightful aroma that drew her in like a moth to a flame.

He smiled widely, showing off his pearly teeth and the wicked canines that made her heart skip a beat. Karina couldn’t hold herself back any longer. She grasped the back of the man’s head and pulled him close for a kiss on the lips. A deep baritone moan rattled her ears as the stud groped an asscheek in one hand and the small of her back in the other, leaning her backward so that he was draped over top of her.

“My my, aren’t you beautiful?” The man purred in her ear.

“I could say the same thing~” She teasingly agreed. Unable to keep her hands off the impossibly handsome man groping her. She slipped her hands up and under his shirt, gliding across smooth and hairless muscles.

He let out a playful growl and bent down to kiss her upon the forehead. “There is something I must confess first my dear. I have a secret that you must know.”

Karina’s eyes glinted with curiosity. “What is it handsome? Are you a prince?”

The mysterious man chuckled, a deep rumbling that raised the hairs on the back of her neck. “You could say that, but first I need you to close your eyes. Can you do that for me, dear?”

Asking her was superfluous, the princess eagerly closed her eyes as she waited for her prince’s word.

He pulled away slowly, righting the princess before stepping back. A sound like rushing wind filled her ears. The air spiraling past her nose was rich with the vanilla and cinnamon fragrance that surrounded the man, but now it was punctuated with the acrid-sweet smell of burning wood. “Open your eyes~” He purred in a tone deeper than normal

She threw her eyes open, and her heart caught in her chest as she saw what stood before her. Where there had once been a tall, dark, and handsome man was now a massive black-scaled dragon. His head was easily larger than her entire person!

The dragon shifted his head towards Karina, his orange eyes flaring and guttering like burning coals. Even in his draconic form, his body radiated masculinity that enraptured Karina all the same. She found herself staring at his broad horns that swept over the back of his neck, the sharply defined bones of his muzzle, the powerful muscles coiled underneath his scales. Only a playful puff of smoky air being blown in her face by the object of her affection brought her back to reality.

“I take it you like my little secret?” He asked, voice dripping with pride.

Karina’s mouth opened to speak, but the words caught in her throat. Her mouth felt dry, as though one had stuffed balls of cotton behind her tongue. “Y-yes!” she stammered.

“Good. Then you’re going to love this~” The dragon rumbled as he gingerly extended his head forward and pressed the tip of his snout to the princesses head.

The reaction was immediate, much too quick for Karina to react. One moment she had been a small woman standing before a dragon. Now, the looming draco in front of her seemed much smaller. She gazed down and saw that her hands had been made into the scaly paws of a dragon. The rest of her body was similarly swathed in green scales, her humanity having disappeared within an instant of the kiss.

An orgasm shattered the fantasy, ripping her away from her draconic form. She writhed in bliss upon her bed, barely able to breathe as her spasming body threw the depleted incense across the room. It took minutes that felt like hours for her pleasure to ratchet down. The drug and the afterglow combined in her system, making her thoughts and movements languid as she slowly crawled on her belly.

Her mind returned to the fantasy in her head when she was masturbating. It all felt so real, real enough for her to be upset when her own orgasm had brought her crashing back down to reality. A massive and handsome black dragon would be a marked improvement to being wed to a sniveling princeling. The jet-colored drake had kissed her, transforming her into a lithe and powerful dragoness.

That thought lingered in her head, more than the mysterious dragon, and more than the marriage she was being forced into. At that moment, when her body was wreathed in scales and she stood above a dragon. She felt powerful. For the first time, even if it was nothing more than a drug-induced fantasy, she felt in control of her own life.

“Why couldn’t it be real?” The princess moaned, the receding afterglow making her melancholic. “I should be some powerful dragon queen, mating with a powerful drake and ruling a kingdom of my own making. My piece of shit father, who does he think he is? Selling his own daughter to some weak and despicable nation when we should be putting them to the torch!”

Her anger was returning again, this time stronger than before. Rather than making her feel frustrated and tired,, it made her feel revitalized. Energy surged through her body, making her feel warm, too warm to properly dress as she paced around the room. Her entire body felt weird, but it was hard to focus on when there were better targets for her ire.

“The only ‘potent seed’ should be whatever is planted in that scum's ashes!” Karina growled as she slammed her fingers down onto her desk. She failed to notice how her nails were growing dark and long, and how they cut shallow grooves into the hardwood. Karina looked up and stared into her own reflection in the window, “I would be a queen! Not indolent but swift and unceasing as wildfire! Steady as the mountains, and unstoppable as the wind! All will fear me and rejoice!”

Karina bared her teeth in rage and quickly faltered as she noticed her reflection in detail for the first time. Her skin had taken on a greenish tint, and her eyes glowed like freshly stoked embers. A gasp escaped her lips as she looked down at her body, and saw that her fantasy was coming true. Green scales were forming underneath her skin, the color growing stronger by the minute as they gradually pushed away her outer human layers. Her hands and feet were larger and stronger than before, slowly pulling into something distinctly inhuman.

Anger turned to joy in an instant as the full reality of what was happening sunk in. Her fantasy of shedding her humanity and becoming a creature meant to rule was happening. The discomfort of the situation only added to the relief that she felt, it meant that this wasn’t a cruel dream. She slowly made her way over to the bed and sat upon it. For a moment she considered disrobing herself but decided against it. If she was going to shed her humanity, she figured she could enjoy it to its full extent. Wearing clothes was a very human thing, and dragons had no need for them.

Karina leaned back as a sudden pressure formed in her gut that grew more discomforting by the second. The clothes around her belly shifted and bulged outwards as her stomach beneath began to take on a distinctly circular shape. She looked as though she were gravidly pregnant.

“Oh fuck~” Karina moaned as she slipped her hands underneath her loose gown and rubbed her belly. It felt hard, as though she had a solid rock underneath her skin. In addition, there seemed to be vertical sections forming that split her skin into hard slat-like segments. My belly scales, she thought as her hands migrated up to cup her breasts. Only to find that they were rapidly shrinking into her body. Not even the nipples were safe as they were replaced with smooth and featureless skin.

A tugging sensation tore at her tailbone as Karina shifted onto her side to avoid the discomfort. Something bulged beneath her pants, growing larger and larger until the fabric gave way and a scaly tail popped up and over the waistband. Her rear and genitals grew out with her tail, straining her clothes until the tortured fabric gave way and spilled her backside out into the air. The scales beneath her skin pushed their way to the surface and her holes began to stretch, grow, and move to accommodate her new anatomy.

Something deep inside Karina clenched, the pressure inside her belly mounting as she bowled over. “Am I, am I laying my eggs!” She stammered. Her words trailed off as a strong contraction made her chest feel small. The lips of her draconic silt began to distend and warp around a circular mass cloaked in the same scales that coated her backside.

She let out a harsh grunt and pushed with all of her might. The gigantic foot-sized egg stretching her out felt oddly pleasurable, the discomfort growing quieter as both her pussy and body grew to accommodate them. With one last push, it slipped past her lips and with gravity’s aid rolled and landed with a soft thud on the ground below.

Karina breathed heavily, her entire body felt far, far hotter than it had been a moment before. Laying her first egg sent her transformation into overdrive. The smells in the room changed as her nose melded with her face to form a blocky snout-like ridge. Horns began to push their way out from her scalp, curving forward and to the side like a stag’s antlers.

Three more eggs descended through her nethers. Karina lifted her leg to stretch herself open wider and bore witness to scales cloaking her legs and her feet bursting through her shoes. Toes merging into a three-clawed paw more befitting her new form. A subtle stretching sounded in her ears as they pulled into a pointed and noble shape.

She took the time to loosen her shoes so they wouldn’t bite into her as she changed. The eggs seemed to be the catalyst for her changes, and her stomach was still bloated and full with them. As if on cue, she felt another pushing its way free and lifted her leg once again. Rather than helping her, the lifting of her leg caused every muscle in her hip to tighten at once, followed shortly by her chest. Karina tumbled to the floor, narrowly missing the pile of eggs beside her bed as she cried out in pain.

A sickening pop sounded in her chest, the same sound echoing from her hips moments later. The egg spilled from her soaked pussy, rolling over to join its siblings. She laid there, breathing heavily as her muscles slowly relaxed and the pain loosened. The relative peace didn’t last long however. Heavy footsteps on the floor outside precluded knocks of similar force on her chamber doors.

“Princess Karina! Are you alright?! I heard a crash, are you hurt?” Her personal retainer shouted through the thick wood.

Karina took a moment to collect her breath before responding. “No Ser Errol! I just rolled out of bed after a nap. Just startled is all,” she lied through teeth that were feeling increasingly loose.

“Alright, just worried about you.” The guard curtly replied as he walked back the way he came.

She waited until his footsteps grew distant before getting up and onto her hands and knees. Rather than get up immediately she paused to collect herself and make sure that she no longer ached before pushing up off the ground. Her body rose halfway up off the ground before her hips screamed in protest and forced her back onto all fours. She had been rendered quadrupedal! Even her own back was beyond her reach now, the most she could move her arms was to scratch her belly or touch her face.

With her nonhuman posture assumed, two new limbs began to sprout from her back just behind her shoulder blades. The fleshy nubs, packed full with nerves and other tissues were incredibly sensitive. Karina’s top stood in their way, pressing against the fabric and sending slivers of pain streaking into the dragoness’s back. She could do little more than grit her teeth, grit them so hard that they began to give way. Her former human dentition fell to the floor as she took a breath ragged with pain.

The strained fabric gave way with the most satisfying tear that Karina had ever heard. Her wings shot through the punctured garment as nearly-orgasmic relief washed through the budding dragoness. As her wings unfurled and expanded into their proper flight-bearing size. Her chest began to expand outwards into a barreled shape. A bony keel formed in her chest, followed by layer after layer of dense sinewy muscle.

Her body was eager to reject her humanity. As her torso grew more cylindrical and animalistic, her limbs changed in kind. Her hind limbs pulled and shifted as they assumed a proper digitigrade posture. All the while her delicate human arms surged with muscle as armored scales ruptured from beneath her skin. The muscles in her hands grew tense as her fingers grew thicker and less nimble. Nails hardening and lengthening into proper claws.

Karina lifted her neck up, and heard a loud and wet pop as her foramen magnum shifted backwards. Forcing her head forwards and in line with her horizontal spine rather than resting on top of the bony cord. From the neck down, there was no remaining trace of her humanity. Her heartbeat was feverish, she was excited for this change, she wanted to be rid of her humanity and her powerlessness forever. A familiar feeling arose in her gut, and with her final egg her wish would be granted.

Laying the egg was no trouble. It passed through her expanded body with ease. Without the discomfort and foreignness, it was an extremely pleasurable sensation. She could feel each individual scale as it passed through her, pressing against contracting muscle and grinding sensitive flesh against the texture surface. She pressed her head forward, her neck growing longer and thicker with the strain.

Karina orgasmed as the egg tumbled loose from her scaly pussy, the dragoness letting an inhuman roar of pleasure rattle the castle. She no longer cared to hide her voice, why would she? She was a gods-damned dragon! As if to accentuate her growing confidence, she began to grow in size as well. The room around her grew smaller and smaller as the final changes began to take place.

Heavy footfalls sounded outside once again, this time far more hurried than before. The door to her room quaked once with a might impact, before a second kick tore it from its hinges. Her retainer surged into the room, sword raised in preparation to strike. However, he faltered at the sight before him. The complete opposite of what he had been expecting.

“K-karina?” The knight asked dumbfounded as he dropped his sword in disbelief.

Before him stood Karina, only recognizable for her rapidly changing face. The last of her human features faded as her jaw lengthened into a stout muzzle. Sharp teeth with thickened enamel sprouted from her empty gums, giving her teeth like swords. Her sclera darkened like coal, as her iris grew red and fiery. Finally, her mouth and throat tingled as a variety of glands and ducts connected to parts deep inside her.

Her fiery eyes turned to her loyal retainer. “Watch over my eggs, Errol. If anything happens, I’ll broil you in that armor,” she growled in a voice like rocks tumbling down a mountainside.

Still growing, Karina threw herself at the outside wall to her room. The stone and wood heaved, groaning and creaking as the supports weakened. Two more shoves and the wall fell way, stones and splinters tumbling into the courtyard below as Karina emerged into the daylight in her new and proper form. The cool air on her scales was exhilarating. The smell of it? Enrapturing.

She spread her wings and felt the wind fill them. Then with a mighty shove, she kicked off from the palace and took to the skies above the town. Bells rang loudly as townsfolk looked to the skies and scrambled in a blind panic. But they would have no reason to worry, she was only going to fry two people. At least in this city anyway.

Finding her father and her would-be-husband wasn’t hard. The bloated corpulent fools were filling their bellies with feast and drink, and girding their loins with the finest whores in her father’s castle. No guard or soldiers had a chance of stopping her, and neither did the great iron gate leading into the keep. Rivulets of fire leaked from the seams of her jaws. She opened her mouth, and a river of fire spewed forth. So intense was the heat that the thick iron of the doors glowed white hot as they began to melt and collapse under their own weight. The surrounding stone cracked, molten rock seeping from the fractures like blood from a wound.

Karina tackled the gates and chunks of softened metal flew inwards from her impact. Molten steel coated her scales, and a river of molten slag poured into the keep. The heat had been so great that the furniture inside was ablaze, the proud banners of her father’s kingdom turning into little more than ash. The former ruler sat on his throne, mewling and half-gasping for air. The heat had baked him, singing his lungs and melding his skin to the metal of his chair. Karina felt a small tinge of pity in her heart. Even if he was a despicable, power-hungry bastard, he was still her father. Molten fury collected in her mouth, before she hocked a fireball at the mortally wounded man. His entire being disappearing in a plume of fire and thin white smoke.

Her attention turned towards the other occupant in the room. The snivelling princeling hiding beneath a pile of rubble knocked loose from her entry. She casually batted away the unburnt stone and wood from the man’s body. He of course, attempted to run away, only for a claw to press down on his back and bring him crashing back down to the ground. A wet crack echoing through the burning keep as his nose impacted the stones.

“Well well! If it isn’t my ‘husband’!” Karina said in a sickening sweet voice that dripped with venom. “Why are you hiding and running from me? I thought you wanted to get married?”

The prince’s throat was tight with fear, his voice was light and scratchy as though her could barely speak. “N-no. Not with you! I think you have the wrong person!” He squeaked

Karina smiled, a wicked expression that only made the man under her claw tremble even more. She brought her head closer to the man, her sulphurous breath billowing over him. “Oh you don’t recognize me? I thought you wanted to fill me with your ‘potent seed’?”

Realization flashed in his eyes, and he tried to scramble out from underneath her claw in a blind panic. Screaming and crying for her mercy.

Karina’s blackened heart drank in his fear as though it were a fine wine. She slowly pressed her claw down, increasing the pressure in increments. The prince underneath her only grew more and more desperate, until a wet crack echoed through the empty halls of the castle. Satisfied with her revenge, she turned her attention back outside. She couldn’t be a queen without people to rule and a nearby Duchy was ready to make sure she didn’t have any.

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The Duchy of Dwall stood at the feet of the Ahldanian mountains for centuries. Proudly jutting over the numerous rivers that fed their fertile soil and brought the wealth of nations upstream. Today it stands as a blackened ruin. The nature around it currently colonizing its ash-choked streets.

While it’s destruction was undoubtedly caused by the Dragon(s) of Ahldania, reports vary on what exactly transpired the day of the city’s destruction. Some who fled in the sewers said that the dragon queen flew through the city and scoured the city to embers in a methodical fashion. Others state that the empress soared in and melted the keep of the Duke in a terrifying display. The resultant flames of which burnt the city to ruin and claimed the lives of almost everyone within. Some from outside the city say that there were two dragons, one of which matches the description of the queen’s black-scaled consort.

From my chat with the Queen herself, I learned that she was once the crown princess of Ahldania formerly known as Karina Sabellian. She was to be wed against her will to a decidedly uncharismatic individual who belonged to the house of Dwall. Her incineration of the city was a mixture of her disgust towards the royal family and the desire to prevent a war. Obviously neither justifies the death inflicted upon the civilian population and curiously enough she agreed with me. Dragons feel emotions far more strongly than other mortal races, and Karina had little experience in dealing with a temper that can quite literally melt steel. If the dragon queen is a monster, then she is no more a monster than the men and women in our own kingdoms who put cities, villages, and people to the torch.

-Exerpt from Draco Compendium, Dragon Queen of Ahldania page 12. Written by Berkana Othalo of the Tyrian Consortium