A dragon TF I drew for  Nyhgault, where he becomes my dragon after mixing up potions.

I want to also thank Nyhgault for coming up with the background layout and helping me with drawing it!

Nyhgault also wrote a little story for this TF:
he had prepared it just like all the times before. Perhaps one of the ingredients was a bit stale? While he was asking himself lots of questions, his eyes landed on something on one of the laboratory benches.

Suddenly he remembered.

The vial standing there had to be his potion. No doubt about it. But it had the wrong label.

Instead, he'd just drunk one of the potions he'd been ordered! Something probably distracted him when he labelled them. It had been a busy morning with over a dozen other potions already crafted. But it was too late. His hands were already starting to get covered in emerald green scales. His body was elongating and growing. It didn't take him long to figure out which potion it was.

And this was a problem. He couldn't just lock himself in the laboratory and hide from others until the effects wear off. He was going to turn into a dragon. And he was probably not going to fit in this small room. Already, he could feel his neck get longer. It was maybe a matter of minutes before his head and body hit the ceiling. His clothes were getting tight. He took off his shoes to allow his feet to transform and grow without pain. But his t-shirt was cracking on the seams. His back was aching. His growing wings were stuck.

His body was almost completely covered in scales. It was too late to try to mix an antidote. His hands were starting to feel less dexterous. They were paws now. He dropped on all fours and arched his back in order to burst his t-shirt open and free his wings. But another loud cracking noise could be heard. His pants had just snapped to free his dragon tail. It accidentally knocked over all his glassware. Damn it!

The soon to be dragon tried not to unfold his wings. His clawed paws were scratching the floor. His neck got larger and made his bandana pop and fall. He could feel his back and wings press against the ceiling, and he wasn't even standing up. Trapped in the room, he hoped the person who had ordered this dragon potion didn't want a truly gigantic dragon...