Shady Business

        Superstition is commonplace everywhere, regardless if it’s taken seriously or not. Lucas, however, never believed in any of them. A self-proclaimed anti-theist and debunker, his favorite pastime was testing out urban myths and mystical trinkets simply for no reason other than to disprove them.

        Needless to say, in due time he got what was coming to him. In a cold autumn evening, he locked himself up in his “debunking chamber” as he called it, ignoring the many shades of orange that were gorgeously decorating the entirety of his small neighborhood. With a large clunk, he dropped a disgustingly old cardboard box on top of a well lit table in the middle of his dark basement, pushing several scattered shiny remains of previous experiments off of it. In the box were countless trinkets and expensive-looking jewelry.

        “Let’s see what we’ve got today!” He said, eerily smiling as he thrust his hand inside and pulled a random object. A large pendant with a bright emerald skillfully embedded into it was pulled out. Lucas held the pendant high and curiously analyzed it. The jewel was unusually dark and hazy. Without a second thought, he put the pendant on and opened a small drawer beneath the table, which was messily filled with hundreds of shady receipts. After a few moments of frantically searching the drawer, he finally found a small brown receipt for an item called “Pendant of the Wyvern™”. Much to his surprise, it seems an anonymous person sent that to him from a sex shop. That same person also specifically instructed him to use it on women only, but obviously Lucas would never listen to him, having his head so far up in his ass he’d make Fibonacci blush.

        At first, nothing happened. Right as Lucas was about to take it off and analyze it again, she started feeling slightly ill. He momentarily pondered if it was poisoned, but before he could do anything about that, he felt a strange pleasure near his waist, and then clutched his stomach in a confused reaction as the pleasure slowly spread through his entire body.

        “I wonder what sort of chemical does this.” He struggled to say without moaning, still refusing to believe it had any sort of supernatural propriety. His belief was then inevitably shaken as a jolt of incredible pain ran through his back as his spine slowly grew. Touching the end of his back in a panicked reaction, he could not feel his usual soft skin but rather dry, hard scales. He then looked at his hands and noticed they also had a few green scales over his pink skin. Some of his nails were already longer and pointier than usual, while the others were visibly growing and becoming increasingly pointier. A scream escaped his mouth when two small sharp points came out of his head. Deep green scales now covered the entirety of his waist. They then started quickly spreading downwards, forming plates around his thighs. An even fiercer pleasure struck his genitals suddenly, causing him reach a surprised climax. He felt his chest swell into a pair of supple female breasts. Taking off his pants immediately, he got to see just the tip of his penis as it quickly retracted into a soft slit he now found amid the hard scales covering his crotch. Confused, he stuck a clawed finger inside the slit, moaning softly as it massaged his newfound clitoris. A shiver ran down his spine as the transformation sped up and a tail finished forming itself. He then felt it slightly rumbling as it acquired poison glands near its tip. Scales now covered the entirety of his legs, and white talons violently burst out of his toes. Still touching himself, he felt his horns slowly enlarge, and then noticed his hair felt unusual as he touched them with his free hand.

        Odd thoughts started taking over his (or her) mind, and soon all she could think about was finding a man to forcefully mate with, which made her increasingly hornier as she failed to think about anything else. Her hair was now long, her face feminine, and her eyes cold and reptilian. While she was still not done pleasuring herself, her arms started shaking violently, bringing her to a new level of pleasure. As scales covered her arms, large green appendages burst out from their forearms, their patches of skin turning her arms into draconic wings. Soon her four clawed fingers abruptly joined into three claws, which then grew into three wing spikes. The sudden thickness of her wing spike brought her to a second climax, which she wildly expressed with her now female voice.

Failing to take it any longer, she removed her spike from her vagina and spread her wings, before falling to her knees and clutching her head. All her human thoughts and memory were being slowly taken over by those of a feral wyvern. Completely losing the remainder of his humanity, Lucas vanished that day, replaced by a cock-hungry beast that tormented the town’s men for the rest of her long life, leading to numerous offspring. She eventually became known as the Wyverian Matriarch, responsible for bringing back the long lost wyverns into the modern world.

 

        And that’s why you should trust superstitions every once in a while… or maybe not, if you’re into that.