HUFF.

The werewolf felt his hackles raise as a big huff of steam crashed into his back, causing the cape to flutter wildly and land atop his head.

“GAH!” He screamed, flicking the cape back and turning around to see a giant, light-green muzzle in front of him. He looked up forther and could see a pair of red eyes belonging to… the dragon.

“Dragon! Hello!” The werewolf raised a hand and shook it in a wave. “I am Knight Wolf! Uh….” The werewolf tried to remember his lines. “I am the adventuring hero who has gone across the land and saved countless lives!”

The dragon snorted again, backing away from the werewolf a bit.

The werewolf felt his heart begin to pound, but he continued talking. “I am the greatest mortal hero to come to this plain of existence and will do anything I can to make the world better!”

The dragon continued to stare down at the werewolf…. It seemed to not respond to the werewolf’s lines at all. It was just a dragon, of course…. Why would it be responding to a soliloquy?

“I came into the dragon’s lair and was… cursed to be… a… dragon?” The werewolf thought about those lines for a moment and he soon realized what the lines meant.

“Drop the coin and run!” The werewolf could hear Tudor yell from the mouth of the cave. “Leave the dragon now! You’ve already messed up!”

“What?” The werewolf looked up at the dragon again. It did not seem to respond much. It just stared. No angry eyes, no body movements…. Nothing. The werewolf turned back to the cave entrance and yelled. “It ain’t doin anything! Why should I ru-“

“mmmph!” The werewolf was surprised as it felt a large, rough object stick itself into his mouth. His snout gaped open as this object pressed itself further into his mouth, seeming to form a seal of sorts. Now panicked, the werewolf could see an ivory-colored claw, as big as his head, gently pressing into his mouth….. Attached to it was a green hand, similar in color to the dragon’s hand.

He looked up at the dragon and saw that it was staring down at him in the same way it had done before…. But now its stare felt more sinister. The stoic expression on its face was not a lack of reaction, but of concentration… and it currently had its claw in the werewolf’s mouth.

“Mmmmph!” The werewolf remarked, dropping the coin and grasping onto the claw with both his hands…. But the claw was stuck.

“Mmmmph mm-“ He began to shout but immediately felt his armor tighten around his midriff. The feeling happened so suddenly that he did not have time to react. The armor started to restrict his motion as he felt it shrink around his body, knocking the wind out of him.

He tried to call out for help, but with the claw in his mouth, and a sudden lack of mobility, he was unable to do much else than watch as the armor around him started to spring off of his body when the leather on the clasps snapped. He could feel the already-rotund-nature of his belly become… larger… and rounder even.


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