If One Cannot Beat Them, Then Become Joined With Them?

A young blonde woman groans softly as she slowly opens her eyes, finding herself unable to do more than that. Her body felt heavy as if made of lead . . .and yet as light as a feathER! She felt so very stRAngE! So fUlL and . . .DisTINct, but vAgUe and eMPty at the same time!!

She felt so . . .foggy.

So full of ConTRaDITionS!

Groaning again with a sound that the poor princess couldn't tell if it was human (only that it WAS since she WAS human), she just laid on her stone alter. Unable to move.

…

Needless to say, poor dear Hanna was getting pulled in two different directions. And she wasn't liking it at all, let it be known here and now!

“Hello dear,” a low, growling voice said from the shadows as two glowing reptilian eyes look down at her. “Good news! While we are at a dangerous pass, I am happy to say that your soul is now whole. Now it is just a matter of . . .choosing which path your body and mind shall go. To meet your true self and fate.

Whole? Hannah thinks to herself, deliriously. Too out of it to take notice the actual nature of the speaker, only that the speaker is speaking words she and her (supposedly) departed sisters had been hoping and praying for ever since going afoul with their sister (?) Princess Jane.

It was sad that Hannah should be the last personality to be before the final merging back into Lord Fred, it was all for the best.

A magic mirror appears above her, and she sees both a hazy image of her old form (Lord Fred) AND the female form that Princess Jane had forced upon her.

In reality, Hannah's body was only female (albeit naked), but . . .the images the magic mirror was showing was of her spirit. Her soul! Right now, her soul was both male and female. The images? Both were naked, but what was an issue of modesty when it clothing would only get in the way of the healing process.

Once she was male in spirit, then surely this blessed mage would be able to safely return her to her birth form. That of Lord Fred!!

That is what Hannah thought to herself, anyway.

. . . Ah, okay. Lets not comment on Hannah's naivety here....

The reptilian voice slowly begins a session of simple questions to Hannah about her life, history, race and ending title and name.

It all goes well in Hannah's opinion. It will all work out and she shall be as she was fated to be... It was simple.

Born of the noble family of dragon slayers!

Apprentice at age ten!

Knighted!

Graduated dragon slaying academy!

Born human!

Born human male.

All going well and Hannah's heart was soaring, Her female form was almost gone and the image of Lord Fred was almost fully back. Up until the last part.

“Lord Hannah! ” Hannah screamed, triumphantly. Only to blanch in horror at what she'd just said.

And from there magic made her repeat the process again and again and again. Each time the process forcing her to veer back towards what Princess Jane had magically made her: Princess Hannah.

She became a Princess instead of a Lord!

She was born human, a human female.

She blossomed under tutelage by her teachers in Royal etiquette at a VERY young age. Proper in every way (as what was expected of a lady of her stature )!

Born of Royalty of the small Kingdom of Gully!!

And with the last of that? The image of Princess Hannah fully crystallized and the image of Lord Fred vaporized.

Crying as she felt a bolt of eldritch power travel from the tips of her toes to the tip of her head and out to the last strand of blond hair...

“Why?” Princess Hannah whispered, horrified. All for nothing.

“Ah, no tears dear Hannah!” the reptilian voice tutted before muttering a quick spell to seal the last part of this ceremony. “You're beautiful . . .and mine!”

A sudden surge shuddered from within her heart and through her very being, which added . . .new features to her female form. A spade like tail, very akin to a blue dragon as well as prominent reptilian horns adorning her forehead. Her eyes become slit puppiled and golden, the eyes of a dragoness. A pair of draconian wings of blue finished the process of making the princess a dragon familiar, sealing the deal.

“Master Minestus,” Princess Hannah hissed with her new forked tongue, looking up in adoration at her new lord and master, the dragon mage of some skill and years.

“Mistress Hannah,” smiled the dragon mage, coming fully into the light and smiled down at his newest . . .wife. A wedding ceremony most . . .arcane and weird, but it was the only way. She was his. But he was HER'S.

….

Hey, the dragon mage was many things. But he wasn't a slaver PIG!!

...

The only way to save Hannah and her sisters from that mad woman, Jane.

The only way in a scheme to safe the Kingdom of Gully.

To save Princess Jane from herself, having delved into magics much to unstable and powerful to be safely used.

To save his own life from the resurrection of a . . .distilled version of that fool, Lord Fred!

The original Lord Fred had been a fool, but Minestus had thought his fate safe (despite that dire prophecy the Priestesses foretold him). Having gone off in abandoning his Quest with that troll? Well, whatever. Not what the male dragon would have done but to each his own (and if Fred would abandon his quest and let the dragon mage live)?

Live and let live, Minestus figured.

Well, that was until Princess Jane, after dabbling in dark arts well beyond what anyone should or would be able to handle and stay sane fell upon Fred and the Troll. Killing the Troll with that alien and cowardly alien weapon (the shotgun), Fred got split into five women.

Killing the original Fred and leaving idealized versions of the knight's personality split among the five. Giving rise to five new individuals (but believing them to be the old Fred, if only in pieces as it were). Well, the five pieces of Fred's old spirit (not soul . . .not the true source of a person) making for five different people.

The spirit chunks could and would regenerate, forming a full spirit (and thus a stable soul finally would be formed for each girl)...

Uh, just say this it a bunch of metaphysics Cr@p and leave at this, okay?

Reunited? The new spirit would become a new person who was an idealized version of Fred who'd be out to be all noble and brave (unlike the “real” Lord Fred). If it worked.

If it didn't drive the new Fred totally insane.

But even if it worked it would kill five innocent (albeit weak willed) young women.

That and that new Fred, sane or insane would be out to kill Minestus That mean old dragon that senile King had sent Fred out to kill.

Minestus had never set foot in the “Great Kingdom”. Wanted nothing to do with the “Great Kingdom' (yet).

But as the new familiar shifted her form into a full dragoness after eating a special fruit from some tree (from a land called Eden) and emplacing an alien key (to a eldritch building, the center of all things called the Dark Tower) upon herself. One for immortality. The other to freeze a being form, making it being unable to be magically changed EVER. Mentally or physically...

Forevermore a young, beautiful dragon familiar.

Forevermore a human/dragon hybrid woman.

Forevermore Minestus' mate (and his mistress)....

Changing back to her hybrid dragon/human form, Princess Hannah rubbed her husband/mate/master's side.

The fruit and key? Both too powerful for the dragon mage to use for . . .reasons. But! As Hannah shivered inbidingthe fruit and shoving the key into herself, making it become one with her...

“One down,” Minestus chucked, taking Hannah off to a dark corner of his lair. Hannah shifted back to her full dragon form and Minestus . . .mounted her to complete their wedding. Consummation.

“Six more to go,” the male dragon chuckled as Hannah moaned in pleasure.

Hannah's sisters from Jane's magics, Princess Jane herself, and Lady Meredith would make for a fine dragon harem indeed!!

1. Hannah's sisters from Jane's magics, Princess Jane herself, and Lady Meredith would make for a fine dragon harem indeed!!

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