Keywords: Transformation, Magic Species: Dragon Kyreeth By Wolphin. George was on his way home from uni. It was late and he was in a hurry, he'd finally finished his last assignment for the semester, printed it out and emailed the results to the lecturer. It was now just coming up to three in the morning and he was tired. Instead of taking the long way around the park, he decided to take a short cut through the middle. "It was late," he reasoned. "No one would be around or even notice." Besides, he had a trail bike - he may as well use it. Smiling to himself he turned onto the pedestrian pathway and disappeared into the park. Thinking he would cut out a loop in the path, he turned off the path and onto the grass, came up to a drop in the ground and coasted over it. Too late he noticed the sudden drop on the other side and with a scream muffled by the helmet was catapulted off the bike and into the darkness beyond. He awoke a while later, it was still dark, but there was an orange glow to the east. Slowly he stumbled to his feet, gingerly removing his helmet, and mental checking his body. Everything seemed fine, albeit a little stiff and sore, but no gaping holes or mountains of blood. In fact, the worse he could see was his palms were a little scratched. Saying a silent prayer, he began looking around for his bike. That was when he noticed something strange. The trees didn't look right, this park had old oaks in it, but these looked like young saplings, still, he had never fully explored the park and so thought he was just in a far corner of it. Moving carefully in the predawn darkness he began to search for his bike. It took him a while to find it, but eventually he caught a glimpse of chrome under a nearby tree. Pushing through the branches he stopped suddenly. There was a pair of feet sticking out from under the front wheel. His first thought was "Oh no, I've killed someone." But then he looked a little closer, they didn't see right for a pair of feet. Too long and dark looking. Moving closer he tentatively looked over the bike. The unconscious face staring back at him was not human. There was a lot of blood, but the face just didn't look right. There was something wrong... He decided to grab the bike and get out of there as fast as he could. Reaching down he grabbed the handle bars and lifted the front of the bike off the ...thing and was preparing to take off when something cold and smooth wrapped itself around his leg. George froze. He slowly tilted his head down and looked at his leg. There was something black wrapped around it. He almost screamed, but a whispered voice from the body below him silenced any noise he was about to make. "To each its own," it said. "And now from me to you..." With that the grip lessened and George wasted no time kick starting his bike and powering away. Almost as an after thought, he looked in the mirror and noticed that the space under the tree was empty, however, this did not full register until he was pulling into his driveway some twenty minutes later. He couldn't remember much of what happened next, but he awoke early the following afternoon, naked on his bed. Sighing to himself, he thought of the dream which he had about hitting someone in the park and that person not being a person and they grabbed his foot. Suddenly remembering that, he grabbed his foot and looked at it. No, it looked fine, perfectly normal in fact. "Must of been a dream," he thought and relaxed back onto the bed, looking at his feet. That was when he noticed the difference. His left foot, the one which had been grabbed had four bars running across it, very faint, but definite bars, almost like someone had pushed their hand down hard and the blood had not returned yet. Reaching out gingerly, George touched the affected area. That seemed to start a chain reaction. A line of red spread from between the bars and began to slowly make its way up his leg. Not quickly, but very definitely. George watched in mute horror as this line continued in a wave up his leg until it joined his stomach and began working its way down the other leg and up towards his neck. Looking across to the mirror he watched the band continue up his neck and slowly over his face. Then as his gazed focused once again on his foot, the red started to turn darker, from red through to purple, then fading gradually to a dull black. That too started at his foot and slowly progressed up and across his body. It didn't hurt, but it just continued to progress and makes its way up and across his body. Rising to his feet, George looked in the mirror, and noticed his hair falling out. So he was standing naked, hairless and black in the middle of his room. For a moment he though he was dreaming, then the pain hit. Like the colouring, it began in his foot. Moaning he looked down and watched his toes extend, the nails growing out into long talons and each toe lengthening into a claw. Slowly the change extended up his leg, his bones changing, making him wobble unsteadily on his new feet. As the change passed, he felt his skin change. Looking down he saw his old flesh transforming itself into scales. These quickly covered his feet and worked their way up his leg. Reaching down with curiosity he gently touched them with his still human hand. They felt smooth, slightly warm but somehow soft and hard at the same time. Just then a wrenching in his stomach caused him to buckle and bend over. With a silent scream of agony his spine extended behind him as the change reached his lower back. He felt the bones being covered in the same scales that now covered his legs and some where deep inside him realised it was his tail. The change progressed up his stomach and he noticed the scales there were different, starting small, but fusing together into a single solid mass. "Scutes," he thought absently. As the change reached his neck, an itching in his shoulder blades became worse. Then in a sudden flurry a pair of black leathery wings burst forth. Suddenly George found himself leaning forward slightly to balance himself. Then the change reached his head. Never before had he experienced such pain. His skull twisted itself into a new shape, pressing his brain into a new shape. His mouth and nose pushed out as one, forming a muzzle. His eyes swivelled slightly towards the sides, his ears moving up his skull. Behind him he felt two horns spiral from the back of his head. A long forked tongue ran itself around the inside of his mouth, tasting blood as new sharpened teeth emerged from his gums. He closed his eyes and for a moment there was complete blackness, when he opened them, the world was different. New colours invaded his senses as his new eyes returned more information than his old human ones. Lifting his hands before him, he watched in silence as the changed progressed down his arms, the black scales racing towards his finger tips, which twisted and formed into claws. The nails growing into long talons. For a moment, all was still, then slowly the scutes on his stomach progressed further down his chest, over his groin and one towards his tail. Suddenly panicking he reached down between his legs, all his new hands found were smooth scales. Then he felt something invade his brain. It was a separate entity. For a moment, his human side resisted, then caved in allowing the alien mind into his. In that instant, many of his questions were answered. The creature which his bike had landed on was a Black Dragoness, one of the last of her kind. With the last of her strength, she willed herself into George, turning him into her, a dragon named Kyreeth. As the dragon surveyed the remains of the human dwelling, she became aware that her mate would be getting worried and it was time to return...