Shandalar. Serena let a smile play across her face as she looked at the plane’s tranquil fields. Somewhere here would be the hope for Innistrad. Somewhere here would be the answer.
“Bolas!” She called out, hand on her sword. She looked out to the crags with a stern glare, seeking any sign of her prey.
She’d learned the name of the planeswalker from the so-called Gatewatch, and she’d used all of her power to quest for him. It had led her here, her last hope, Avacyn’s last hope.
“Nicol Bolas, show yourself!” She roared again.
Much to her surprise, the mountains rumbled in response. “Such a rude child.”
Mists swirled from the ragged peaks, coalescing into a dragon unlike any of those she’d seen before. Normally they were beasts, scaled monsters with an appetite for flesh. But this… This being stood with poise, a cold and calculating intelligence in her mind.
For a moment, just a moment, Serena felt a quiver of doubt. Then she remembered her cause, standing tall before him. “I’m told that you’re…” She paused, remembering that dragons tended to prefer having their egos stoked. “A great being, so powerful and wise that you can use magic to influence the Blind Eternities to create life. That you have such a knowledge of mana that you could undo death itself.”
A smile twisted across his face, and he chuckled. “From your armor, you are from the Markov’s home. You are here for Avacyn, aren’t you?”
The angel’s heart clenched, and she tightened the grip on her sword. “I… I am, yes.” She growled, keeping her temper in check. Hearing her pure name from this beast’s lips was enough to incense her, but she retained her composure for now. It was for Avacyn’s sake.
“The plane is better without her.” He turned. “I have business elsewhere, take your leave of my plane.”
Serena blinked in shock; then again in offense. “What?”
He didn’t reply, instead casting a rune in the air.
That was it. Last hope or not, she would not suffer such impertinence! A dragon was a dragon, and none could stand before an Angel of Goldnight!
The angel unsheathed her blade in a practiced motion, wings slamming against the air to cast her towards him. She would take his arms first, then his legs, then his head if he still refused to help her.
An invisible wave of force flattened her into the ground, her sword shattering and armor cracking from the blow. The taste of copper flooded her mouth, and the angel choked out a miserable cry of rage.
“Predictable, though not unwelcome.” The dragon spoke, his tone completely calm. He spoke with casual indifference, like an exterminator to an ant. “I shall return when you are more compliant.”
There was a actinic flash and a rush of aether, and with that he was gone.
Serena had a moment to ponder his words before a shudder passed through her body, a crawling spreading across her skin. It wasn’t dissimilar from when she’d been close to Emrakul, feeling her body attempting to warp under another’s will.
Unlike before; however, there was no resisting this. A searing pain gripped her form and her body began to swell beneath her armor. She pawed her hands at its cracked surface with a loud whimper. Much to her surprise, the plate split easily beneath her grasp, and she looked down to her arms in shock.
They’d changed more than she’d thought possible, her soft and supple skin turning to a dull, flat black. Crimson tattoos flared across her dark, mottled hide, prompting further change to her form.
She watched in horrified shock as harsh, red scales creaked out from her skin and her cute fingers bulged into awful, monstrous claws.
“F-faaah!” Serena groaned, her voice low and guttural. Her scaled knees dug into the mountain’s, and she grimaced with pain. She sank her right claw into the stone as though it was little more than soil, clutching her left claw as the tattoo burned its way across herself, warping more of her form.
She slammed one wing into the ground, for the first time realizing it had changed. She had been too distracted by the tail and her transformed limbs; by the growth of a tail to have noticed.
Its tip was no longer a sacred fluff of feathers; it was now a large, knobbled claw. The rest of her wing was made of a leathery, reptilian hide; almost as though she was some sort of beast.
Now that she was aware of it, she could feel the same happening to her other wing. Though she didn’t want to, an irresistible curiosity flooded her mind, and she held it before her face.
She could see the delicate limb was bulging within; as though it was becoming more of a powerful arm than a wing. This appearance became all the more real as a claw burst from the tip of the wing, hardly painful but entirely horrifying.
The feathers fluttered off from her wings like melted wax, skin flowing beneath them to harden into hide, a mottled shade of reddish-purple that matched her other changed wing. To her surprise, this was the most heartrending change thus far.
The angel had never realized just how important her wings had been to herself; not until they were gone. They were a part of her identity; of her existence. The ugly, draconic things she now sported were a far cry.
Twin horns burst from the top of her head, catching her halo between them and splitting it apart, fragmenting its holy radiance into a ring of orbiting stones, constantly mocking her with their presence.
Serena wept at this latest violation, choking as her teeth ached sharply. They grew into thick fangs and drool spilled from her mouth, a ragged sob escaping her darkening, plush lips. She stared at her own face in horror, watching as it cracked and popped, stretching outwards into a draconic muzzle.
“Avacrrrn…” She grumbled, her neck lengthening. The rest of her prayer degenerated into a low growl, her throat aching as it changed.
Everything about her, everything she’d been was being replaced with something inhuman and draconic. It numbed her heart with a cold sensation, one that Serena was utterly unused to. A moment later, she realized what it was: helplesness.
“And it seems I have returned just in time.” A dragonic voice purred, with amusement.
The changing angel turned her head towards him, groaning she felt the scale cover her breasts; the final facets of her form changing.
“Much better.”
The last strands of hair fell from her head, and Serena panted raggedly. Hot steam curled from her nostrils, and she looked up to the draconic planeswalker with anger. “You!” She snarled, scaled lips curled to reveal sharp, wicked fangs.
“Me.” Bolas replied. He spread his wings, reminding Serena of just how large he was compared to her. It didn’t matter; she was incensed, and eager to exact her vengeance upon the dragon.
“I’m going to kill you!” Spat the newly formed dragoness. She curled her talons, both on her arms and on her wings alike. The tattoos glowed beneath her body as she spoke, and she revelled in the power of this new form.
Perhaps before, as an angel, she would have had seconds thoughts before challenging this elder being. But as a dragoness, she had power beyond anything she’d experienced before. This new form was able to fight; able to win.
He didn’t even notice her. Instead, he turned. “You will be fine here. In time, I trust you will learn your purpose.”
Again, a wall of force drove her to the ground. This time; however, she stood tall against it, the ground buckling beneath her body. The dragoness let out a defiant roar, glaring hatefully at the planeswalker as she tried to follow.
Nothing.
Her eyes widened as she bellowed with hatred, realizing that he’d somehow stripped her of her spark; rendered her unable to leave. She was trapped here on this mountain… Her mountain.
The dragoness curled her lip with revulsion. It wasn’t unheard of for planeswalkers to regain the ability to walk, was it? She would make this her home; would learn to summon the same power he possessed. Then she’d claim vengeance.
A skitter of rocks alerted her to the presence of another, and she turned to find a dragon landing nearby. It was large compared to a man, but her new form dwarfed it. The beast seemed to be at home here-on her home.
“My mountain!” She snarled, grabbing the smaller dragon by the throat and slamming him against the rock wall. It actually shook the landscape, and her lips curled into a twisted grin as she prepared to show him who was the real alpha here.
Her hands still wrapped tightly around the creature’s neck, she brought the hands on her wings between his legs, stroking a spot she somehow knew would have an effect upon him. The changes to her body must have given her a dragon’s instincts; which were good in this case.
As an angel, she’d never know how to arouse her new species-let alone any species.
The whelp began to groan, panting as his cock slid from its scaled sheath, the its shaft and tip smooth. It would hardly be enough to service the new dragoness, but given time…
She growled lowly, straddling the creature and grinding her hot sex against him. No words came to her mind, and none were needed. Instead, she simply let out a rattling purr from deep within her throat, feeling his cock brush just ever so gently against her folds.
Serena didn’t ask; didn’t command. She simply gripped him with her strong hands, shoving him within her and grunting. The former angel rode the beast hard, using him as a fuck toy and little else. The her from less than an hour ago would have blanched at the thought of fucking so wantonly; but that her wasn’t around right now.
She raped the beast, riding him until he’d came once; then again. By the third, she reached her own orgasm, one that was unfulfilling but pleasurable nonetheless. She dropped him to the ground, looking at his tiredly panting form.
Serena scowled down at the spent dragonling, though she managed to keep her thoughts bright nonetheless. This thing would be the first slave of her new empire; of her brood. She’d dominate this world; see its citizens scream and turn to ash.
A scrape against the stone alerted her to another presence, and Serena spun. Who dared to trespass?
It was the other planeswalker, Bolas. A smile twisted its way across his muzzle as he looked to the former angel, and he offered her a sardonic slow clap.
“Though you never entirely qualified as such, it’s still such fun to see an angel fall.” He chuckled, the sound rich.
Serena spat flame at him, ignoring his effortless deflection of her breath as she screamed. “Get off my mountain!”
“Ah, but my dear… Whoever said it was yours?”
Something about the sentence made Serena’s hot blood cool, and she paused in confusion. What? That made no sense; wasn’t she supposed to be the queen of these foothills?
The mountain shook beneath herself, and for a moment she thought it was an earthquake. Then a rumble sounded from behind her.
Of course, she spun; ready to face whoever had intruded on her conversation. Her claws were bared, her teeth exposed, her breath burning with white-hot flame.
All of it meant nothing against the beast that was before her.
It was a tremendous dragon, the sort of thing that she’d heard horror stories of during her time as a Goldnight. Its claws looked like they would be able to cleave through buildings. Its maw was large enough to swallow a full-grown heifer. And worst of all, its tremendous cock was stiff between its legs, clearly on account of the new dragoness.
“Dear girl, allow me to introduce you to the Scourge of Valkas. He doesn’t have a name; finds it something of a triviality. But I think you’ll still find a way to get acquainted well enough.”
“Bolas.” The Scourge rumbled, a gravelly tone that Serena almost mistook for another landslide.
For a moment, she allowed herself the thought that this beast would turn upon the elder dragon, using his massive body to break the smaller being apart. Then, much to the angel’s shock, he kneeled.
The draconic planeswalker returned the gesture with a polite bow. “You have served me well in keeping the knights from my designs. As a token of my faith, enjoy this gift… But do try not to break her, she’s rather unique.”
“She’d better be sturdy then.” The Scourge looked to Serena, eyeing her as she’d looked at the smaller dragon from before.
“Only one way to find out. I’ll leave you to it.” Bolas chuckled, and with the telltale crack of displaced air, he vanished from existence.
Serena considered running; considered pleading not to have this beast forced upon herself. The Scourge was too fast for that, his body blurring as he wrapped a claw around her throat, holding her as though she was a toy.
“Who owns these mountains?” He snarled, smoke pouring from his nostrils.
“Y-you!” Choked the dragoness desperately, pawing her claws against his hide. Though it lacked the hardened scales of her own body, the Scourge’s skin was still so much harder than hers.
“Good. And who owns you?”
A thousand possibilities raced through Serena’s mind. She thought of trying to planeswalk; of trying to fight or perhaps simply take wing. But in the end, her new draconic instincts settled on one response, the only one to ensure she’d best profit.
“You.” Serena forced a purr into her throat as she spread her legs wide, allowing the dragon full view of her scaled sex. She was still so hot from that unsatisfying fuck from earlier; and if this dragon truly was the owner of the mountains, then she could settle for being second-best.
If taking his cock within herself meant riches and power, then… Well, the dragoness could live with that.
The Scourge nodded, and Serena smiled genuinely, delighted that her plan was such a success.
Then he flipped her about so that she was on all fours like a beast, her tits hanging free below herself.
Her scaly eyes bulged as he lifted her tail, using one hand to shove her face against the rock of the mountain. “I heard what you said before… Don’t think you’ll not learn your lesson. Let’s see what a clutch of eggs does to change your mood.”
“N-not like this!” Serena pleaded, her draconic voice practically a mewl for mercy. “I don’t want to be taken this way!”
She could accept being fucked by a dragon in the sanctified position she was used to. But this? This was a new humiliation entirely; made all the worse that her new powerful form was helpless against it.
“Why should I care?” The Scourge snarled. With that, he drove himself hard into her, and she howled as the scaled texture of his cock fought with her supple contours of her reptilian folds.
Serena’s mouth dried as she roared, all the moisture in her body needed elsewhere. His cock was to thick inside of her, its texture rough to the point of discomfort.
The sensation didn’t last for long; however. Serena positively gushed over his length, her body readily accepting his thrusts; the thrust of the dragon her body now recognized as its new mate.
Pleasure blossomed deep in her core, her body betraying her attempts to resist sinking into ecstasy. The dragoness’s tongue lolled from her mouth.
The Scourge began to roughly fuck her in earnest; treating her as more of an object than a living being.
His every thrust served only to bring pleasure to himself; any enjoyment she had was simply coincidental. He pushed her harder into the ground, allowing himself a better angle to fuck her harder; to reach deeper within her.
It was all about him. And Serena loved it.
She let out a slutty groan, her massive tits jiggling with every thrust of his hips; her whole body shuddering with pleasure as he sated the lust deep within herself.