This is Dark Moon part 3. This if the final transformationscene. I hope you enjoy it. I will be putting up parts 1 and 2 as I get them edited. Enjoy.
Dark Moon Part 3
By Kim Robinson
You can not believe this is happening. You are talking to a dragon. A dragon for God’s sake. It is simply too much. Your mind reels as you attempt to rise to your feet once more. You need a doctor. Any doctor will do. This is utterly impossible. You know it. And It knows it too. You roll your head so you can look at the huge, shadowy form from out of your left eye. It is still there. “Impossible.” You mutter to yourself. Why couldn’t you have been accosted by a poodle? Those you can simply yell at and they will go away. Why a dragon? What unlucky star had you been born under to deserve such a fate? You ponder this looking up at the huge form.
“A very lucky one, little mortal man.” The dragon’s voice is low and cryptic. You sense a sadness about it as if it was musing quietly to itself and was not aware of having spoken aloud to you. That is odd and makes you pause from your attempt to rise. What was it about the beast that made it seem so lost? You shake your head in denial. Not your problem you remind yourself firmly. Your only job is to get the hell out of here, back to your car, and floor it. Not to stand there and wonder why the dragon is sad. You really must be losing it. You stagger to your feet and lurch sideways. Your legs fail you once more and you drop painfully to your knees in the leaves and soft dirt. Shaking you look upwards at the dragon. “Well. Get it over with.” You girt out clenching your teeth.
“Get it over with? My dear mangling I have not even begun to have fun.” The dragon looks over at you. “It is nice to have a fresh view of things. It makes it so much more entertaining.” It gives out a large snort. White vapors start to fill the clearing.
What was it up to now? You look around worriedly. Tendrils of misty fog seem to stretch all around you. Why could it not be happy simply talking to you? Why all of this special effects stuff? Warily you raise a hand and bat some of the tendrils away. They cling to your fingertips and then dissipate. Odd. And very cold. You look at your hand and gasp in horror. The back of your hand is growing scales. “No. This can not be happening. Not to me.” You grasp your left hand with your right hand and notice that it too is gradually growing scales. You stare at your hands transfixed. Why does it want to make you a beast like itself? Is this some cruel jest? You turn your head and stare accusingly at the black dragon. “This is all your fault.” You state the truth flatly.
“Yes. Yes it is. And for this wondrous gift I get anger and wrath. So be it. I can deal with both.” It closes it’s left eye and winks at you slowly enjoying it’s own private jest.
You groan and put your head in your hands. It is then that you feel the budding horns rising out of your short hair. As you touch them they grow even longer and spiral upwards. They grow sharp and serrated at the tips. And your forehead bulges outward and your eyes grow larger. Your eyelashes recede as do your eyebrows. Your skin begins to darken. First to a dull charcoal gray then to a dark, matte black and then finally to a shiny jet black. You stare at the new shining scales in horror. You hit one of them. It gives back a clear, chiming bell like tone. It is hard to the touch and slightly flexible. Like chain mail
You scream out in pain as your shoulder blades form into long thin wings. They are roughly two thirds of your emerging bodily length. Your spine flexes and becomes more supple. It stretches and bends as your ribcage expands. Your pelvic bones shift and get heavier and larger. You groan as you feel them expand and close your large violet eyes. Your shaft and sac get longer and heavier as well. You groan in pleasure as this happens. At least the dragon is not unmanning you as it changes you. That is a relief. Your feet burst out of your hiking sneakers and they fall in tatters to the soft ground. Your legs bulge and ripple like water as they change and outgrow your snug pants. The loud ripping sound they make sounds just like the rip cord on a deploying parachute to your now keen hearing. Your ears migrate to the sides of your head and become both fluted and shell like. They are now flat to your head and you are shocked to be able to hear even the smallest bugs beneath your massive body scurrying about. You flap your wet wings slowly. Your belly grows larger and the skin taunt over the rest of your massive frame. You look at your forelimbs and then swivel your head around to watch in bemusement as your tail emerges from behind yourself and curls like a cat’s around your forelimbs. The spiked spines all along your backbone glitter like diamond shards. You rustle them lightly and listen to them chime softly together. You dig your talons into the soft dirt reflexively. You slit your violet eyes and look at the other dragon lying across from you. “And now I suppose you will show me how much fun it is to be a dragon?” you ask eyeing the other dragon.
“As you have not died from the transformation yes. I can show you many things.” The dragon rose and shook itself all over like a cat shedding water. “If you choose to follow me.” It looked at you coolly. “I expect obedience. I will trust you until you betray me. Then all bets are off. Agreed?” It looks at you amused. “By the way my name is Berylstanstyx. And I am female. Not male.” She spread her glorious wings and lightly lifted off of the ground. She spiraled up into the ebony sky drifting light as a feather across the full moon.
You watch her go. “What the hell? What have I got to lose? It might even be fun.” You flap your wings ungracefully and launch yourself skyward. The immense power that you feel as you take to the sky is glorious. You never want this feeling to end. So what if it is a curse? You can live with it. You narrow your violet eyes and pursue your new teacher. Time to learn new things. To be something new. To let go of your past and all the pain that goes along with it. You open your mouth and give out a full throated roar of enjoyment. Time to be a dragon.