Redux: Lineage

After much, much arguing between the three of us, Svea and I were finally able to convince Krieger to take on a human form, if only for a while. Her disgust was evident, curling her lip and fanged teeth as she looked over her soft, dark, human skin, fidgeting uncomfortably as she prodded at the weaker form.

"This is disgusting," she said, barely able to stand on two feet and not used to lacking a tail.

"It's necessary," Svea said, crossing her arms. "We don't want to cause a panic, and a giant black dragon landing in the centre of the city is going to do just that."

"I'm disgusting," she spat, looking down at her legs. "I've never felt so weak and flimsy before in my life."

I would like to point out at this moment that Krieger, unlike Svea, didn't seem to transform into her human form with clothing. So she was stood completely bare-naked in full view and making no attempt to cover herself. It was as I studied her nude form that I realised she had no concept, not desire, to have breasts. This was evident by the fact that her torso was as flat as a brick, easily capable of using as an ironing board, should the need arise. But the thing that was noteworthy was that ass. An object so large it had its own gravitational pull, evidenced by the fact I couldn't keep my eyes off her wide, wide hips, and gorgeous toned thighs that looked like they were strong enough to crush my torso if she so wished.

"What are you staring at?" Krieger asked viciously, cocking an eyebrow as she glared at me.

"A rather pleasant sight," I shrugged, Krieger's eyes following my own to her waist and legs, seeming surprised at the size of it herself.

"Hm," she grunted in a confirmatory manner. "I see you find this admirable."

"Very much so..." I grinned.

"Anyway," Svea said, getting our attention back on topic. "We need to find you something to wear."

"Why?" Krieger asked. "The cold weather doesn't..."

She stopped speaking, it suddenly now dawning on her just how cold the wet weather was making her, even with the general warmth of the rest of the air.

"Good Gods!" she exclaimed, beginning to shiver as she hugged herself, trying to keep warm. "How do you worthless little whelps even survive when your bodies are weak to cold?"

"We use our intelligence and come up with great strategies," I shrugged. "For example: a penguin huddle."

I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around the woman, Krieger's human form being the same height as Svea, and holding her close. Krieger's eyes widened and mouth tore open ready to process until her skin got used to my wet clothing pressing against it and soon felt the warmth of my body radiating through to her.

She shivered again, this time in a seemingly satisfactory manner, as she crouched lower, wrapping her arms around my much smaller form and hugging me close.

"You're quite a squeezable little creature," she growled, bear-hugging me out of nowhere. "Maybe I should crush you for daring to lay hands on me?"

"Please no..." I said, having the air crushed out of me. "I have a family that will be minorly inconvenienced if I die."

"What a tragic story," Svea sighed, pulling me away from Krieger's grasp and prodding the other dragoness on the collarbone, causing a black dress to appear out of nowhere and cover the woman's nude body.

Krieger was once again surprised at it, looking down at the fabric covering her with a blank stare before poking it.

"Oh..." she said, soon applying her entire hand to the dress and rubbing it across her body.

Svea and I turned to look at each other, watching the leader of the entire dragon race play with the fabric of her dress like a house cat with a ball of yarn, poking and prodding it for much longer than she had any right to.

"This is a rather pleasant sensation," she grunted, still keeping her rough and angry draconic voice, even in her human form.

"Did you go through this the first time you transformed?" I asked the blue-haired woman.

"My first piece of proper clothing was a velvet dress," Svea shrugged. "And I rubbed that on myself for hours."

"That's pretty hot."

"Can we focus, please?"

"Only if you stop being so alluring."

"Right, you know what?" Svea snapped, pinching the bridge of her nose and then grabbing hold of Krieger. "We're going to the palace now."

"What're on my feet right now?" Krieger asked.

"Those would be socks and shoes," I answered, looking down at the rather expensive-looking heels the dragoness was wearing.

"Can I touch those too?"

"No, Matriarch, you cannot," Svea said, taking hold of my wrist and leading me back towards the palace. "We have business to attend to."

Still hoping for a threesome.

As we arrived at the palace, Krieger seemed to have regained her senses and started acting much more elegant than before. Once in a quiet-enough room, she turned to face me and cleared her throat, despite her voice still sounding as hoarse as ever.

"Before us stands a champion, and while not one of our breed, we are beyond grateful for the service you have provided our kind in ridding us of the blight that stained our history for so long," Krieger began, clearly unhappy about having to say this to 'just a human'. "As thanks for your great service to our people, myself and the other Great Priestesses of our race converged to create a gift of great power, that will serve you throughout your journeys."

That doesn't sound like a threesome.

"Guided by the words of the only one of us that had enough experience dealing with you to-" Krieger continued.

This became infinitely less formal.

"-your gift is as such," she said, waving her hand and summoning a large, triangular object wrapped in thick cloth. "May it serve and protect you till it is no longer needed."

I took hold of the floating object, feeling the hard metal beneath the cloth as I slowly unwrapped it, revealing a black edge of what appeared to be dragon scales. I removed the cloth entirely, slinging it over my shoulder as I looked at the shield. It was a kite shield; a large pentagonal object with a surface coated entirely in scales, marked in the centre by a large dragon print, whether with paint or some kind of magic, I couldn't tell.

I turned the shield over, seeing a leather strap and a handle fitted to it that I slid my arm through, gently readjusting the straps to get the perfect fit before gripping the steel handle tightly. The shield's weight was nothing too strenuous but it also didn't feel lightweight or flimsy in any manner. I took a look at the front again, noting the scale pattern and how tightly-interwoven each of them was onto the shield itself.

"Svea... are these scales yours?" I asked, looking up at the large woman.

"Yes. I donated them to the construction myself," she said. "I obviously had to alter my size for them to be the right size for you, but they still have all the strength and resistances they would have if they still covered my sides."

"And on the topic of resistances, the shield is heavily enchanted," Krieger took over. "It can stand up to pretty much any kind of elemental magic there is, be it fire, ice, lightning, and other types of magic like rot and plasma. Its damn-near indestructible, being forged from one of our strongest metals that can only be mined from the Draconic Citadel's deepest shafts, and will never scuff, scratch, or chip, no matter what weapon it is hit with."

"And, as I suggested it during the enchanting ceremony," Svea jumped back in. "The shield has the ability to absorb whatever magical attacks strike it and fire them right back once its fully charged. I figured your lack of magic and number of magical opponents was a little unfair, so I decided to even the odds, just a little."

"I... I can't thank you enough," I said, bowing my lead low to the two of them. "To receive a gift like this is one thing, but for it to come from the highest power the dragons have? This has to be a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, right?"

"Very much so," Krieger nodded. "So if you lose this shield, I'll fry you to a crisp, eat your flesh, and pick my teeth with your bones."

"Don't say that," I sighed. "You'll give me an erection."

The reaction from the two dragonesses couldn't have been more different. Svea clapped her hands to her face, groaning/screaming into them in complete disgust and disappointment over my terrible humour, while Krieger bared her fangs and chuckled quietly, a glint in her eyes showing that she did appreciate how outright terrible I was, and that made me quite happy.

I looked down at the shield once again, smiling widely at the second gifted armament loaded with enchantments I now had. I grinned wider, reaching up to my back for the hilt of my sword, wanting to show it off to the two dragonesses... only for my fingers to wrap around nothing but air and only now notice the lack of the steel weapon on my back.

"Oh fuck..." I said, eyes widening in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Svea asked.

"I left my sword in the fucking woods!" I snapped, my head lashing back towards the door we came through. "And it's like an hour's walk away from here!"

The two dragonesses looked at each other, Krieger chuckling and Svea rolling her eyes before she grabbed hold of my collar and began to lead me towards the door.

"Matriarch Krieger, you make yourself comfortable here while I escort His Royal Highness back to the woods to retrieve the sword," Svea called over her shoulder.

"Try to be fast," she said. "I want to get out of this nasty body as soon as possible."

"I'll try my best," Svea said. "Say goodbye, Richter."

"Goodbye, Krieger," I waved, not really sure why I was following Svea's request as if she was my mother. "Thanks for the shield!"

"You're welcome," she said before muttering. "You fucking moron..."

"I heard that," I called back.

"Good," Krieger said, turning away and going back to feeling her dress up a little more.

"Is this going to take long?" I asked, looking back at Svea as she dragged me.

"Not if we hurry," she said, dragging me down a set of stairs and nearly breaking my ankles in the process. "Okay, scratch that: not if I hurry."