Spike found himself spending a lot of time exploring Cavern City, as his new bat gremlin allies called it. The caves became a lot nicer once they got their orders and started leaving him alone. Granted, every now and then he'd run into a bat that had taken too much batnip and lost control of herself in a drug induced frenzy, but due to how scattered their brains were, they were usually short fights. Otherwise, the caves had become uneventful, though he had been warned that more than just bat gremlins lurked down here.

In the days after his agreement with them, he'd acquired some new perks. For instance, Queen Desmoda kept good on her promise to get him some more fitting attire, sending him to the city's blacksmith to pick out something at a discounted price (the gremlin who owned the store had to make a living somehow, especially since most bats refused to wear armor.) He took the most expensive thing he could afford with his meager amount of money (or 'gems' as they were apparently called,) a strong set of armor made out of the shells of something called a cave drider. The suit was lightweight, yet strong, and apparently was enchanted to always fit no matter what changes befell him, since apparently that was a major issue in this world.

His new suit, while impressive, apparently didn't have much more room to carry things than his old rags did. However, after a bit more training at a local training center, he found that he could start carrying a fourth set of objects... somehow. He didn't get it, but he was starting to learn not to question this world's logic.

While he had not yet done so, he was more open to the idea of having sex more often. He wasn't quite ready to begin doing so though. He still held on to a bit of hesitance regarding that. So far, he had simply kept masturbating, finding that to be pleasurable enough. Once, on one of his visits, he stopped by the palace to speak with the Queen. He had found her on her throne, looking as sexy as ever... especially with that bloating belly of hers. Apparently, the magic of this world made pregnancies fast and pleasant, and caused young to grow quickly. He'd likely be meeting his new daughter within the week... something that contributed to Spike's hesitance to fuck around.

Other than that, he hadn't seen much of interest in the City, not that that stopped him from hanging around every now and then. However, what most interested him were the deep caverns beyond. The bats said they rarely went down there, as strange, powerful things lived in the deep darkness, and bats often went missing down there. He was curious and felt that, after he'd grown stronger, he would have to go down and see what he could find.

Right now though, Spike sat in his cave, pondering what to do about the items in his pockets. One pocket was full of five 'Succubus Milks', and wouldn't take any more. One of the bats he'd met said that some alchemists could purify them to stop them from cursing him too much, however he'd yet to meet the town alchemist, and didn't actually have the funds to purify them all anyway. He wanted to try them out again, but simultaneously didn't want to get corrupted, since apparently they were demonic in nature. In his second pocket, he held three things of Batnip that he'd gotten out of frenzied bat gremlins. He didn't mind it, as long as he was careful. Besides... he wouldn't say no to a bigger set of wings...

In his third pouch, he had an "Incubus Draft." Apparently this was the opposite of the milk, yet still kept the corrupting effect. Spike... didn't want to try it really. He was... actually kind of liking the breasts, if he had to be honest. They felt good... really good... He shook himself out of it and told himself he'd sell it, or maybe purify it and use it if he ever wanted to become manly again.

And then he had the Fire Rubies. Four. Fire Rubies. He had been putting it off, but... he wanted them. He wanted to eat them so badly, to absorb their power once again. The bats hadn't been able to tell him anything, only legends about something called an Ifrit. He... couldn't find any reason not to eat them. So... with a gulp, he decided he would.

He slid the first one into his mouth and chewed slowly, before moaning as the pleasantly spicy flavor rolled across his tongue. He hadn't had the chance to truly enjoy them last time. As he ate it, a rolling heat spread throughout his body. It felt... good. So good. And as it passed he looked over himself in the mirror. His hips were wider again, looking decidedly feminine. His abs and muscles were more defined again, though still somehow feminine. He felt... taller. And once again, his inner fire felt amazing. He had to have another, and so he did.

As he reveled in the taste and heat of the second, he felt an intense feeling down below in his nethers. Something... strangely pleasant. After coming out of the haze, Spike once again looked at himself. All that seemed to happen was his scales changed to a slightly redder color. He looked over his body, and thought it looked the same otherwise. Then he looked down below and...

He had a vagina. Right below the spot where his cock emerged from, he had a slit. A pussy. A snatch. He had girl parts. The very idea, the simple concept of this ran wild through his mind. He could barely comprehend it. He... he wasn't a girl... but was he still a guy? He had a cock... AND a pussy? He thought back and remembered some bat he'd talked to mentioning something like this... a... a hermaphrodite, they'd called it. A herm. He was a herm.

He'd been expecting a lot of things, and that wasn't one of them. However... he was curious. He didn't dislike it, he was just surprised. Spike reached down tentatively and began to rub experimentally at his new equipment. It... holy shit, it felt good. It felt nice to finger himself down there. Slowly, he began to probe deeper at himself, letting out a feminine moan. His other hand rose up to fondle at his perky round breasts, still moaning in pure delight. It felt sooo good. His cock slowly began to rise out of its sheath, bobbing along with as he fingers himself. He stopped fondling himself to reach down and jerk at his cock, pleasuring himself with both sex organs simultaneously. His mind started to break from the sheer pleasure, going faster and faster, desperate to feel the release.

Soon, he hit it, reaching climaxes on both of his parts at the same time, his cock spurting out a massive stream of hot jizz and his snatch letting out a spray of girlcum. He fell back, too enraptured to move. That was more pleasure than he'd ever experienced... he had a feeling he could get used to this pussy.

If he was honest with himself, he'd never been too masculine back home. Sure, he hadn't been overly girly either, but he'd never taken part in too many stallion things. Something... something about becoming more feminine felt good. Sure, he didn't want to lose his cock... but... he definitely wasn't against gaining some new assets. Especially ones that looks so hot. He couldn't help but pose in front of the mirror, marveling at his strong, yet feminine figure he even noticed that his face had slimmed and rounded a bit, and he had a bit of puff to his lips. He couldn't help but let out a giggle... a giggle of all things... at how he looked.

He wasn't done just yet. He had to have more. He took the third of the four rubies and ate it. This time, he found himself growing taller again, with wider hips and stronger thighs. He couldn't help but reach back and grope at his firm, sexy rear, large and round and perfect. His pussy felt deeper too...

Wanting more, he stuffed the last one into his face, hardly tasting it as he gulped it down to feel the effects he'd become so addicted to. This change felt the strangest of all. He shook his head to clear it, then looked upon himself again. He had grown taller still, standing at least a foot taller than the mirror. His thighs and ass had swollen larger. His muscles bulged further still. But there were two things that stood out more than anything. First, his breasts had developed nipples. He idly reached a hand up to tweak one as his other hand reached up to his head for the other change.

He'd grown hair. More specifically, he'd grown a set of luscious, fiery red hair styled in a ponytail somehow. It was long too, a long flowing ponytail reaching down to his hips. As odd as it felt to have hair... he liked it. He grinned and posed to himself, and... oddly enough, an odd urge overcame him. He began to slowly shake his hips in a slow, rhythmic dance. It seemed most of the focus of this dance, which came to him almost instinctively, was his hips. He gyrated and thrusted, moving along to some unheard beat, his hands folded together above his head. On and on this belly dance went, the amazonian dragon herm moving faster and faster, almost like a flickering flame. He felt powerful, he felt sexy, he felt... he felt amazing. As he moved faster, his feet and hands literally began to spark and catch fire, but he barely noticed. He was dancing, and it felt perfect.

Finally, he stopped with a final move, launching the fire he'd generated into the ceiling with a pose. He stood panting, tired from his dance, his hips sore from all that shaking. He didn't regret it at all. In fact, all that dancing had only turned him on. He wouldn't masturbate just yet though. He wanted to try one or two more things...

Spike sat down with a sigh and a grin, pulling out the Batnip. Quickly, he took a sniff, and moment later, he was done with it all. He had eaten all of his bags in one go, it seemed. He quickly went and checked himself. Sure enough, his wings had grown to full size. He... he could hardly express how happy that made him feel. To have wings. In addition, his boobs felt heavier, which he definitely enjoyed. As he looked at himself further after getting over that, he found that the frills on the side of his head were gone, and in their place were a large pair of bat ears. He could hear a lot more than he used to be able to now. His fangs had grown longer too, now impossible not to notice poking out of his mouth. Speaking of which, his snout seemed to have shrunk inwards slightly, and his tail felt... shorter. And as he looked back, he found the spade on it replaced with a tuft of sleek red hair, a mixture of his own tail, his new hair, and the tail style of the bat gremlins. As one final thing, it seemed that he'd lost a bit of the height he'd gained from the Fire Rubies, which he felt was a shame, but agreed was a fair trade for the wings.

Spike continued to pose for himself before he sat down, content that he'd tried enough things today. He... he was different now. He was a lot more feminine for one thing. And as he thought on that, a few questions came to him. For instance... was he still technically a he? He laid upon his bed and stroked his chin as he thought it over.

Sure, he wasn't technically male. But really? Even with all the changes, deep down he felt that they didn't change who he was inside. He was still Spike the Dragon. And no matter what he looked like, no matter what parts he had, he would still be male inside. Even if somehow he lost his cock, he'd consider himself male. It's just what felt right. Still though, he felt he could be a male and still look like this if he wanted to.

Smiling and nodding along with his decision, he let out a pleased sigh. He was definitely going to get used to this new body. And a part of him was excited to see what new changes happened in the future.

Author's Note

I'd initially wanted this to be a chapter dealing with Spike exploring deeper into the caverns with just a bit of changes at the beginning. But it quickly spiral into a chapter completely dedicated to him experimenting with items and changes to achieve a new form. So, new chapter with new monsters next time instead. Probably not tomorrow because I have work, but sometime soon.

Since the ifrits are a race I won't actually be introducing to the story, I'll just go ahead and do their bestiary page here since Spike's already shown a deal about them.

Ifrits: These mysterious beings are rumored to be a type of genie mixed with a demon, creating the powerful fire controlling beings known as ifrits. Legends say they take the form of tall, strong, red skinned women with fiery hair. It's said that they dance in the desert heat, shaking their massive hips in an alluring belly dance to generate even more heat for the scorching desert. They decorate themselves in gold and rubies, and it is said that they secretly pack a surprise for unwary travelers beneath their loincloths. Those who believe these beings existed claim that they grew too defiant of the demons and were taken away or killed, leaving only their rubies behind, which were scattered deep underground where they wouldn't be found.